A/N Okay, so I've always loved the Vampire Diaries (both the novel series and the television series) and I was inspired to write my own VD fanfic. This is a Damon oc that's been in my head for awhile. I'm going to try to keep the story as close to the television series as possible but I am going to have to make some changes for my plot.

xoxo

Kris

- Chapter One: Welcome to the Rest of Eternity -

On January 15th, her eighteenth birthday, Mignonette "Mina" Ashwood died…

"I'll catch you guys later," shouted a girl as she left one of the nicer restaurants of downtown Monticello, Virginia. The cold air hit her with a strong force as she stepped out into the freezing December night. She wasn't very tall; just average height. Her hair was as black as ink, reaching just below the middle of her back with bangs covering her eyes. Eyes that were two perfect, emerald spheres. She was dressed for winter, sporting tan colored ugg boots, dark skinny jeans and a brown coat.

As she made her way down the street, she could not shake the feeling something or someone was following her. Mina quickened her pace. She knew she should have taken her car but the restaurant was only five minutes away. She could hear the faint clicking of heels behind her; making her more nervous. She took a chance and stopped to look behind her. The footsteps had stopped and when she turned around, Mina didn't see anyone behind her. Suddenly a female went around her mouth and she was pulled against a taller body.

"Awww, don't be scared. We're going to have fun," an eerie feminine voice laughed. Mina felt a sharp pain in neck before she screamed and then, everything went black. "Put her in the car," Katherine Pierce ordered. A young, teenage boy appeared and picked up Mina's body. Slowly, as if in a trance he carried to her a black SUV pulled over by the side of the road. Katherine can up behind him as put Mina in the back seat. She smirked at him, lightly running a finger down his cheek. Her hand wandered behind his neck. "Thank you so much darling," she smiled before pulled his head down in an unnatural position. The sound of the boy's bones cracking echoed in the dark, abandoned night. Katherine left the boy's body where it had fallen to the ground; driving off with an unconscious Mina in the back.

Barely an hour later, Katherine arrived in Fells Church. She was going to pay the Salvatore brothers a little visit. Careful as to not alert the two vampire brothers of her arrival, she crept over to the boarding house carrying Mina to the front porch. She left Mina right in the center of the Salvatore drawing room.

The all too familiar scent of blood woke Damon up. With inhuman speed, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, heading towards the scent. In a flash, he was kneeling down next to the body of a teenage girl; probably eighteen or so.

Damon pulled out his cell and quickly dialed the number of the one person he could dump this newly formed problem on. "Stefan, there's a body in the house and I didn't put it there," he spoke in a dry tone before hanging up. Damon was surprised when he found a pulse still beating but it was very weak. She wouldn't live through the next hour.

"Damon, what the hell is going on," Steph shouted as soon as he got to the house, finding his brother cradling a girl's head in his lap.

"Well, I'm trying to move her to the couch without hurting her head. She's already taken a big blow but the bleeding stopped," his brother said, annoyed at his question.

"Who is she and how did she get here," Stefan continued asking questions.

"I don't know Stefan," Damon glared. "The scent of her blood woke me up and I came down here to find her like this."

"Katherine has to be behind this," Stefan concluded.

"Well duh," scoffed Damon. Damon pulled up the sleeve of his right arm and snuck in his fangs before pulling back.

"Are you insane," his brother shouted when he saw what Damon was going to do.

"Shut up Stefan," Damon glared at his brother before bringing his arm to the girl's lips. Hopefully, he could get her to swallow. Damon let out a sigh of relief when she began slowly drinking his blood.

"This is just great Damon, the last thing we need is another new born in town," Stefan sighed.

"Relax," his brother said, picking the girl up in his arms. "All take care of her. No one will notice; including your precious girlfriend."

"Somehow, I highly doubt that," his brother said, shaking his head.

Damon set the girl down on his bed just as she began to moan in pain. The turning would be extremely painful. He quickly tied her legs and arms to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

Her shrieks filled the silent night but Damon didn't leave her side; not for a second. He just held her as the worst of it almost died down.

"Is it over," Stefan asked, entering the room.

"Almost," Damon answered.

"What do you think Katherine hoped to accomplish with all this," his brother asked.

"I don't know Stefan. She loves you, go asked her," Damon scoffed. "Now if you excuse me I have some arrangement to make for the newest member of our little club."

Finding blood was easy enough. Damon snuck into the blood bank of the hospital in the town over and compelled one of the staff to bring him a cooler full of the blood bags. It wouldn't be long until the newly turned vampire woke up and was starving for blood so Damon rushed back as soon as he everything was packed.

He found Stefan waiting by the front door, pacing when he got home. "Damon, can you handle things here? I have to go check on Elena," said Stefan.

"Really now, everything alright with your little girlfriend," Damon asked with a smirk.

"It should be," his brother muttered before leaving.

Damon set the cooler of blood in their refrigerator before heading into his favorite room, the study. Stefan has already gotten a fire going before he let so Damon poured himself a little scotch and settled down into one of the huge, overstuffed chairs. It was getting late, well past midnight, when Damon heard their guest thrashing on the bed. Moving at in human speed, Damon rushed to his room.

She was terrified, absolutely terrified. He knew it as soon as his eyes locked hers. Her eyes widened when she saw him walk in.

"Well, hello there sleeping beauty," Damon said, trying to give her a reassuring smiled. "Let's get you out of these." He carefully started untying her legs. He saw it out of the corner of his eyes; her leg trying to kick him. In a flash he was holding down both her legs with one hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he hissed in a harsh tone, fangs showing. She let a whimper, trying to edge farther way. Feeling guilty, Damon tried to sooth her by adding, "Look I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not even the one that did this to you. I just brought you home."

He noticed her eyes wander to the bindings and Damon knew she didn't believe him. "What's your name," he asked. His eyes narrowed when he didn't get an answer. She tried to answer him but her voice came out as a raspy croak. Damon was gone for a second before he was back by her side, a glass of water in his hand. He noticed her hesitating and added, "It's not poisoned. It's just water."

Reluctantly, she took the water, quickly emptying it. Damon watched her stare at the empty glass. Finally, she looked up and said, "Mina."

"Mina," Damon repeated. "What do you remember about tonight?"

"It was my birthday. My friends took me out for dinner," she answered, her voice slowly being repaired by the vampire blood. "I was leaving. My friends offered me a ride but I only live a couple of blocks away so I walked. On my way home…" her voice trailed off as a shutter ran through her body.

"Mina, what happened," he asked seriously. "It's important you tell me everything you remember."

"I don't remember much," she started to sob, scared by his forcefulness. "It was late and I started hearing footsteps behind me, like high heels. I turned around but there was no one there and then there was this sharp pain from my neck to my back."

"Figures she'd be so dramatic," Damon. "Listen Mina, you need to understand what's happening. You were attacked by Katherine, a very old vampire."

"Is this your idea of a sick joke," she snapped at him. "I was almost killed and wake up a place I don't know and you're spilling me some story about vampires."

Anger got the better of him and Damon snapped. His eyes went red and his fangs came out. "You weren't almost killed, you idiotic human. You're dead," he hissed menacingly.

"What are you," she gasped. She tried to get up but he held her down by her legs.

Yelling at her wasn't going to help. Damon already knew that but he still let anger get the better of him. Taking a deep breath, Damon looked her in the eyes when he said, "I'm a vampire Mina and as of tonight, so are you."

"I-I can't be. I'm just h-human," she stuttered.

Shaking his head, Damon reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small blade. He made a long cut running along the palm of his hand. The scent of blood hit her scenes and Mina felt the sharp pinch of two fangs extending from her canines. Damon watched as Mina leaned towards the scent of his blood. There was an unbearable burning in her throat. It left like she had been walking in a desert for days without water.

"Believe me now," he asked, watching her touch her fangs in shock.

"How did this happen," she screamed. She sat up and buried her head in her arms, crossed over her knees.

"Hey, it's not that bad; young and beautiful forever with superpowers," Damon smirked, trying his best to lighten her mood.

"Oh yeah "young and beautiful forever", so what happens when everyone starts to notice that I'm not aging. What happens when all my friends are in their seventies with grandkids and I'm still the same," she asked bitterly. "I would have rather died."

Now Damon couldn't hold his anger. He had saved the girl from dying a painful death and now, she was telling him she would rather die. Damon wanted to strangle the brat. He broke a hunk of wood from the bed's headboard and pushed it into her hands. "You want to die! Then fine, one stake throw the heart is all it takes," he snapped.

Mina didn't know what to say or what to do. This was her chance. She could die like she was meant to. Her eyed went from Damon to the stake in his hands.