Author's Note: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, unfortunately. I hope you enjoy!

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Damon's Perspective

Of course it was Stefan. It was always going to be Stefan. I thought we had a special connection, something stronger, but I guess not. Here I am, once again, hurt and broken.

I throw the glass with all my strength, watching the crystal shards land on the stone floor with a musical sound. The scarlet liquid trickles down the wall, as if from the neck of a human. You're hungry, a voice inside my head tells me. You need to feed.

What's the point? I lost Elena. There is no point anymore, I reason with of her overwhelm me- her beautiful laugh, her radiant smile, her unyielding determination. The white-hot agony consumes me and I impulsively walk out the door, trying to close it on all the pain I feel. I need to get out of there and forget Elena, if such a thing is even possible.

Juliette's Perspective

Well, this is incredibly annoying, I think as I glance around the Mystic Falls Grill. Oh, I'm being compelled to pay a visit to Mystic Falls and deliver a message that doesn't even make sense to me. Joy!

I sit down at the bar away from the rest of the inhabitants of Mystic Falls, not intending to ask for a drink. My alert senses reach out over the building, and I can feel everything. I can hear the flirty conversation of a couple sharing a table near the door. I can smell the greasy food being cooked in the kitchen and I can feel the warm blood pulsing through the veins of every single person in here. Most importantly, I can see a handsome man walk through the door.

His cobalt eyes seem to be set on something, but I can also tell that he has walls built up. He makes his way over to me and sits down next to me. "Can I buy you a drink?" His voice appears to be strong, but I can hear the subtext of agony in it. He's hiding something, I think.

"I don't really drink," I tell him. He leans towards me slightly, showing interest. In response, I take out paper and colored pencils from my purse to avoid getting closer to him. To most people, it would be odd to see those things in the purse of a woman in her early twenties, but sketching is one of the many things that I actually find joy in. My ice blue eyes quickly scan the room, looking for a subject to sketch. I decide on a delicate silver bracelet embedded with emeralds and diamonds that a blonde bartender is wearing. My fingers and the pencils begin an elegant dance on the paper, a picture forming beneath my fingertips.

The bartender approaches the stranger and I. "Can I get you anything?" she asks the man next to me with a very warm smile on her face, trying to attract his attention.

His eyes are still focused on my hands and the picture I'm trying to hide with them. I couldn't let the bartender know I was drawing her bracelet; that would make me seem like a stalker. As he orders his drink, I focus on her bracelet, absorbing all the minor details. She walks away as I put the final touches on the sketch.

"You're good," he tells me, his eyes still trained on the paper.

"Thanks," I say, studying the drawing. "So are you going to tell me your name?"

"Damon Salvatore. And yours?" He leaned in even closer to me, his hand resting near mine. Our faces were inches apart and he gazed into my eyes. I looked down shyly.

"Juliette Bouvier," I tell him, not deterred by his charm. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself. I returned my attention to the bartender's wrist as she brought Damon his drink. My eyes widen in recognition. "That bracelet…" I murmur, trying to place it somewhere in my accumulation of memories. "I know that bracelet…"

Damon glanced down at my drawing, and I saw the shock in his features. "Juliette," he said, taking my face in his hands and tilting it so I was looking directly into his eyes, "How do you know that piece of jewelry?" His pupils were dilating rapidly. I was being compelled.

"I don't know," I tell him through gritted teeth. "All I know is it has some relation to vampires."

"How do you know about vampires?" he demands.

I try to keep silent for as long as possible, but the words force their way out of my mouth. "I am one."

Elena's Perspective

I was still adjusting to vampire life, but Stefan seems to think I've gotten the hang of it relatively quickly. We avoid feeding on humans and focus entirely on animals. We support each other and I have found that I am happy with him.

Despite choosing Stefan, I am still concerned about Damon. He seemed so hurt and I was afraid that he is unable to cope with it. I never wanted to harm him, but it probably would have hurt more if I had continued with both of them. I needed to make a choice, and, unlike Katherine, I was strong enough to make a choice. I just hope Damon will recover.

Stefan and I now live a little while away from Mystic Falls, but close enough to be able to get there quickly if there is trouble. We decided that this was best, so we could give Damon time and see if we could get away from the chaos for a little while. We needed a break.

"Elena? Are you okay?" Stefan places his hand on my waist, drawing me near to him.

"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about Mystic Falls," I tell him. I hear a knock on the door. "Who could that be?"

"Absolutely anyone," Stefan tells me honestly before he goes and opens the door. Bronze ringlets frame her face and cascade down her back, just past her elbows. The girl at the door has intense green eyes that met mine with a determination.

"Do you know where I can find Damon Salvatore?" she asks, her eyes darting between Stefan and me.

"Why would you be looking for Damon?" I ask her, trying to conceal my surprise that somebody would just appear at our doorstep asking for Damon.

"Long story. Do you know where he is?" she asks, undeterred.

"We have time for a long story," Stefan says, not recognizing this girl who looked either in her late teens or early twenties.

"Long story short," she began, "I met Damon sometime in the 1900s and I haven't seen him since. I thought I would pay a visit. Do you know where I can find him?"

Stefan looked at me and shrugged slightly. "Damon currently resides in Mystic Falls."

"Thank you," this stranger tells us before turning on her heel and running into the woods with inhuman speed.

"I'll ask my brother what that was about," Stefan told me. I kept seeing the mysterious girl's face in my mind, pondering who she could be and what she wanted with Damon Salvatore.

Author's Note: I hope you guys liked it! I came up with this idea a while ago with my friend and I'm just now starting to write it. Due to the fact that I am also writing my other fic (Petrova, which I hope you'll check out after this!), which I will update frequently because I have another author that gets on my case if I don't write my chapters fast enough, and that I am also trying to write an actual book, updates may be a little slow, but please be patient! I swear I have a ton of great stuff planned for this fic. :) I also apologize if this chapter was a little short... I believe the next one is longer :)

Thank you for reading and please review!

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