I hope you enjoy this new story that I have came up with. Please let me know what you think. No flames. I would like to see how many more reviews I can get before November 9th, so please review. I love the reviews I get it, it makes me want to write more. Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the author. Except any of the characters I came up with, along with the story line. The story line is all mine. Remember no flames, but please review. Also with this chapter, I got the idea for something in this story from the book called My Name is Memory by Anna Brashares. I fell in love with her story and while reading it, I came up with this story. Somethings are the same, but those are few and in between, most of the ideas in this story are mine and mine alone. I have always wanted to write a past lives story and I finally did it.
Mystic Falls, Virginia – September 7th 2013
DPOV
Laughter echoed off of the walls of the large bedroom. A young girl of the age of eighteen ran around the room because her boyfriend Damon was chasing her. Finally catching her, he brought her down with him. She began to kiss him as soon as their bodies hit his mattress. Damon was the popular jock in their small town. Everyone loved him, along with his beautiful curly dark brown haired girlfriend, Katherine Pierce. He was the captain of the football team at their high school, while she was the captain of cheerleading team.
They both ruled their schools because everyone loved them or feared Katherine; they considered them to be the golden couple. Damon was lucky enough to be the son of Giuseppe Salvatore, thee richest man in their small town. Giuseppe was by no means a rich man, but he owned enough land in their small town that he was someone you do not want to mess with. Katherine climbed on top of Damon, while kissing him and running her hands up and down his bare chest. He could never get enough of her light brown eyes. They always made him do anything she wanted him to do. She also had tan skin that only comes from going tanning everyday. She had a bottle tan and Damon would never tell her himself, but he actually found her skin to be too orangish. He began to take her last item of clothing off, which happened to be a tight, sleek, black satin and lace slip, with removable garters. Damon had made sure to remove the garters earlier on, now he was only trying to get the slip off. He had taken her out for their nine year anniversary and she had dressed up, wearing this sexy low cut dress that he couldn't get enough of.
"Oh Mare." He moaned while kissing Katherine's neck. He could feel her tense up under his touch.
"Who the hell is Mare?" Katherine screeched while pulling away from him. Damon sighed, this would be the first time he ever messed up their names. Running a hand through his hair, he looked up at his angry girlfriend. Everyone knew not to piss off Katherine, because she had a temper.
"No one sweetie," He said while trying to kiss her again. He could not explain who Mary was. Katherine would laugh at him and he did not need someone knowing about his little secret. She still did not let him kiss her, but glared more at him. He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled back further, almost falling off the bed in the process. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist before anything bad could happen, but she glared at him. He sighed again. "Its my nickname for you." He tried, but she just kept glaring at him.
"While you try to figure out who she is Damon…I am leaving." She said while getting up and began to look for her clothes. He watched as she changed back into her little sexy, chic black cocktail dress, that features a plunging v-neckline and thick shoulder straps. After dressing and putting on her black suede, 6 inch pumps and grabbing her purse, she stormed out of the room. When she finally left, he head into his bathroom. He could hear his brother's music blaring from his room down the hall. His father and mother had gotten divorced when he was only three years old. He had not seen his mom since the night she disappeared into the night with their pool guy. His father finally remarried when he was only thirteen and his stepmother Stephanie brought along her only son Stefan. They had finally become friends a few years ago. It also helped that they had been brothers in a pervious life, when he had been live in New Orleans. Stefan did not remember it and Damon had no idea why he was there. He had not saw him in his last life.
Letting the warm water run down his toned body, he thought back to what had just happened a few minutes ago. It was going to take a lot of groveling to make her forgive him. Mare was someone he had known for more than a thousand years. He never searched her out, no it had always been her searching for him. He figured that was because he had let her die in their first life, but she never hated him. She only ever loved him more with each life they lived. He had figured everything out on the eve of his sixteen birthday.
That he had lived for many lives over a span of more than thousand years. He had never bowed an Egyptian Pharaoh or seen Alexander The Great or worked with Chinggis Khan or even seen Rome in its glory days. He did help sack Rome if that accounts for anything. No his first life he had been a peasant in the woods of what is now the Republic of Bulgaria. He grew up with a great family. His mother had taught him everything he would need to know to take care of his future wife and his father had been a pleasant man.
His father taught him how to fight and how to provide for his future family. He had two younger siblings, Perun and Dobra. At the age of seventeen, he had been captured while he was in the woods gathering firewood for his mother to make dinner. People who are now considered Russians had taken him and then soon sold him off to a Greek landowner when he was only twenty. He soon became a slave for the landowner and that his how he met her. She was Alexis Dimitriou, the daughter of a very powerful overlord that had a lot of land back in Egypt. One could say it was his fault for their beginning. He had pursed her, got a touch of her and wanted everything she could offer him.
Thats how it always goes. In every life, they would run into each other and have a romance that would make any romance novelist proud. Though it always ended in heartache, on one of their parts. Mostly it always ended badly for her. He did not feel bad, he figured he should but he did not. He could not remember why he did not feel bad, maybe he never knew why. The memory that he can vividly see of her is the first time he ever saw her in the last life they lived together.
Washington D.C. – June 4th 1941
The streets were busy, but he could spot her anywhere. He watched as she waited on the steps of a nearby library. An older tall dark haired man came out of the library and up to her, smiling and talking. He was across the street so he could not hear anything they were talking about. He knew that he should stop watching her or she would see him and then everything would start again. He knew who her father was; he was Mr. William Queen, one of the best lawyers Virginian had seen in a while. Mr. Queen was from old Virginian money.
She was wearing a pretty soft yellow dress with half sleeves and a pleated skirt that hit her at her knees. She had the top of her dress all the way buttoned up. She had her dark brown hair again; styled in pin curls style this time. She was also wearing a pair of black low heels and he could not take his eyes off of her. Last time he remembered her, they were outside of New Orleans, when they had finally gotten married.
She had been Lady Audrey, the daughter of a Duke from France and he had been Tristan De La Fontaine, the son of a plantation owner. They had been so in love, but it ended, like it always does. Shifting from one foot to the other, he pulled out one of his cigarettes. Taping the end of the pack before lighting the end of his cigarette.
She was still beautiful, that had never changed. He watched them walking towards him and he knew that he should leave, because she would recognize him for sure. She always did recognize him first. He pulled his black leather jacket tighter around him, while shoving his hands back into his pockets of his jeans that had holes in the knees. Before he knew what he was doing, he slid in front of her. Her tiny body bumped into his and caused her gasp. They shared the same expression at the electrical shock that they shared. It was always the same feeling; it felt like she made him into a live wire. He caught her out of instinct, when she stumbled.
"Watch where you going boy." Her father grumbled.
"Sir…your car is this way." A young man said while coming closer to them. Andrew looked down at her, getting lost in her big crystal blue eyes. He began to rub his thumb in a pattern on her arm. Her fair skin was so soft under his touch. She stared up at him for a second before mumbling an apology and stepping away from him.
"Boy let go of her!" Her father shouted. Andrew finally let of her.
"Sorry…are you alright?" He asked while ignoring her father's glares. "My name is Andrew Throne." He said quickly. He hated his full name, but for some reason he figured that it would get bonus points with her. She blinked a few times before shooting him a small smile. He did not know what came over him, but he smiled back at her.
"Yes thank you," She said while smiling. "My name is Mary Queen...and it was nice meeting you." She mumbled before walking towards the car that waited for them. Mary suited her, sweet little Mary. She looked innocent enough to have the same name as the Virgin Mary. Her father shot him a dirty look, before looking back at his daughter as she got into the car.
"You watch yourself boy…I know who you are and what you do," Her father said while stepping closer to Andrew. "Cape Charles is a little town and nothing gets pass me." Her father said in a mincing tone before following his daughter to their waiting car.
Mystic Falls, Virginia – September 7th 2013
He remembered that time more than any other. It was like she did not remember him until the very end of the life they shared together. He should have been glad. He could make a clean break for it, but it was like something in him had taken over and he had to touch her. He had done the research and found them through old newspaper clippings. Her name had been Mary Elizabeth Queen during that cycle. The only child of the famous small town lawyer William Queen and he had been Andrew "Drew" Throne, a local gang leader. He found the newspaper clipping about her being shot and killed. It was all right there, plain as day. So it was hard to ignore that he was having dreams that he could not explain about people that really did live back then. He began to have flashbacks from his pervious life soon after having the dreams.
At first he thought they were just dreams, but when he started doing the research on it, it became more real. He soon learned that there are only a few people on earth that have past lives. Some remember their past lives, while some do not. The ones that do, it is a way for them to correct a mistake that happened in their pervious life. Normally the people who do remember, they only have one or two past lives. Not like Alexis and him, who have been around for more than a thousand years.
He had only met a handful of people like himself. Turning off of the water, he stood there wondering what he could tell Kat to make her forgive him. They had been together since third grade year. She knew everything about him except the past lives thing. This was something he could not tell her. He was not planning on searching for Alexis. He had also not seen her in almost seventy-two years. He got out of the shower and wrapped a black colored towel around his waist.
The bathroom was a little bigger than a normal bathroom. There is a large claw bathtub and a glass enclosed shower that can fit four to five people in it at the same time, depending on the size of the people. Believe him, he has tried. There is also dual sinks and a large vanity that offers a lot of room, while the opening shelving above the tub provides him with a lot more space. The walls are done in a nice light colored stone, while the floors are done in an Italian marble. He looked into the foggy mirror. Wiping at the mirror, he stared at himself. He has shaggy raven black hair and ice blue eyes, all coming from his mother that he does not know. He had a light complexion with olive undertones, unlike his first lifetime. His mother had been from Spain and was considered a Spanish beauty. His father on the other hand had family from Italy. All the girls in his high school fawn over him, like he is a celebrity. They say things like he looks like a Greek God or something.
He moved away from the mirror and towards his bedroom. He could see his brother passing by his open bedroom door. Stefan smirked at him as he passed, heading downstairs. Damon was figuring that he had heard Katherine's dramatic exit. Walking towards his large king size, four-poster bed that had nice black sheets on it. The walls of the room were done in a dark colored wood paneling and the floors a nice dark colored hardwood. There is a huge fireplace in front of his large bed and large flat screen TV hanging up on the wall beside the fireplace. There is also large windows to one side of his bedroom that lets in most of the light. His bedroom overlooked the massive backyard they had. He did not have any pictures or posters up around his room. He just did not care; there was one single picture of his family and him, sitting on his nightstand. Katherine was always upset that he would not put a picture of her. He laid down on his large bed and sighed loudly.
