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A young child of eleven skipped up the worn steps leading to the door of the Salvatore Boarding house. The girl hit the door, for three evenly paced knocks on the grande door. And in response, Damon Salvatore, a resident of the home shouted, "Andy! Could you get the door?"

The woman struts promptly to the door. Expecting a regular visitor, Andy is surprised when she is met with the unfamiliar face of a young brunette girl. Awe. She can't be older than eleven or twelve. The motherly side of Andy speaks in her head. But what could such a young girl be doing here? Girl Scout Cookies?

Andy raises her eyebrows at the girl and questions, "Hi. Can I help you?"

The girl blinks once, full black lashes fluttering as she states, "Oh! Hi." The child's smile grew to show straight white teeth. "I am looking for Damon or Stefen Salvatore. And my name is Natasha. Natasha Venus." The girl adds to the end.

The woman pursed her glossed lips.

"Okay, let me get him for you." Andy walks back into the house to retrieve Damon, leaving Natasha at the front of the house to fiddle with her small fingers as she waited.

Andy walks into the bathroom where Damon is finishing his morning shower, and leans on the countertops that had gathered a dew from the heat produced by the steaming shower.

"Damon, there is a little girl named Natasha waiting on the front porch for you." She informs him as he rinses out his hair.

"What?" Damon's question wasn't one that was asking for a repeat of her statement, but to explain what exactly she was talking about. What the hell would a little girl want with him?

"There's a girl. Out front. Looking for you." Andy broke it up into pieces as to get him to understand.

"Alrighty then..." Damon steps out of the shower and wraps a plush towel around his waist. He soon disappears to his room to get dressed to meet the girl. On his way to the front door, Damon noticed he was receiving a look from Andy.

"What?" He inquired.

"Nothing." She quipped, yet her raised eyebrow expression remained intact. Damon rolled his eyes and walked past her to meet the awaiting child.

"She better not be some daughter of yours." Andy spoke with attitude. Danom turned to the woman and said,

"She is not my daughter, I can promise you that." Not unless she goes against the laws of nature. No human could have an offspring with a Vampire, and Damon knew this.

Damon walks out, his raven hair moist, with a fitted black t-shirt, and some equally as dark jeans. His piercing blue eyes swimming with a mix of curiosity, incredulousness, and question.

"Do I know you?" He asks bluntly. Natasha gives him a bright, knowing smile and responds matter-of-factly,

"No, but I know you. And you are Damon Salvatore; born June 28, 1840 and turned in 1864 along with Stefen Salvatore and turned by Katerina Petrova," The blond gestured with her hands to show the differnt, yet similar names. "AKA Katherine Pierce." Damon's eyes widened at the miniature biography of his life told by this petite girl.

"How the hell do you know what I am?" Natasha let out a short giggle.

"Because I'm also a vampire, the strongest in the world actually..." She wanders her gaze, acting unimpressed as her words drift off. Natasha then gives Damon a quick smirk and says,

"Well? Aren't you going to invite me in, Damon Salvatore?"

"Why don't you elaborate on the whole 'strongest in the world' thing first, Natasha." Damon crosses his arms in defiance as he says her name with a certain attitude.

"Why don't you let me inside first, Damon Salvatore." Natasha crosses her arms mimicking his tone as well as his bodily behavior. The two have a stare down, which ends in Damon rolling his clear blue orbs as he remarks with heavy sarcasm, "Natasha, why don't you come into this fine establishment." Moving to the side of the thresh hold, he gestures into the house.

This little brown haired girl of course hadn't had to go through that entire ordeal of the resident inviting a vampire in, but she did for the fact of courtesy.

Damon sauntered to the living room and plopped himself on the vintage couch. He then gives Natasha, who had followed him into the room, a look of anticipation. She sits on the couch and begins to play with a lock of her dark hair.

When she finally meets his eyes, and notices that she is the recipient of the look, she raises her eyebrows and asks,

"What?"

Damon rolls his eyes and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Gesturing with his palms outward, Damon states,

"Start from the beginning."

Natasha sighs and then dives into her story.

"Okay. I am a tad but older then 3000 years old, and my mother used her magic to turn me into a vampire when I was eleven." Natasha was careful to skip over the fact that of where she originated.

"But why are you here, in mystic falls out of all places?" Why do all of these wack-job supernatural people seem to naturally migrate here? Damon asks himself. A small smirk found its way back onto Natasha's young face.

"Well, I felt bored at my home in Italy and decided to come here because I was told that here it was never a dull moment in this small town."

Damon ran his thumb and pointer finger across his stubble in concentration. "Okay, so let me get this straight." He points to the girl. "You are more than 3000 years old, and you were turned when you were eleven because your mother was a very powerful witch."

She pursed her lips and glanced around in bored manor as her young shoulders shrugged.

"Pretty much."

"Alright. Two Questions." He lifts his pointer and middle finger to indicated 'two'. "Are you stronger that Klaus the hybrid? And is anyone else in your family a 3000 year old vampire?"

"Mmmmm. Yes and no."

Just then, the most recent doppleganger, Elena Gilbert, walked into the living room where the two were having their conversation.

"Who's she?" The brunette inquires.