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So here I stood at the doorway of the one place I was trying so hard to avoid. And I was moving in. I would be living under one roof with Damon, the reason of my confusion. Of course I have lived in the same house with him, but that was different, because I was here with Stefan. That very fact led me to my other dilemma. Where would I be sleeping?

My first thought was Stefan's room since I had many of my stuff already there. But I decided against it. If I would be living here on the long term, and I wasn't sure about that just now, I would want a place that I could call my own. So I started looking for a suitable room which I thought wouldn't be an easy task, because most of the rooms in the boarding house were dark and depressing. Yeah, that was a house of two vampires, what would you expect.

Jeremy found his room immediately. I thought it would be harder for him to leave our parent's house but he said that is was no home anymore, so basically it made no difference where we lived. I guess he was right. That was just a building nothing made it home anymore. In addition, I secretly hoped that if we would leave that haunted place his visions would decrease.

To my greatest surprise the last room I looked in was just perfect. It had a big window and was brighter than any other room I was in. The light colored draperies and modern furniture was just what I wanted. My previous room could fit in it at least twice. I dropped my bag onto the king sized bed.

"Good choice," I heard Damon saying as he passed by before my door.

That was the first and only thing he said to me since we decided to move in. Alaric discussed it with him, since it was basically his house no matter what the papers said. As Ric said, he made no opposition. Although his cryptic smile told me there was more in that conversation, although he refused to tell me anything else. Guy's honor, I think. Anyway, since we started to pack in Damon acted like a ghost, one, that not only Jeremy could see. He appeared here and there but never said a word or even looked at me.

I considered for a second to go after him and tell him to stop acting like a toddler. After all nothing serious happened. That kiss was really nothing. It was no big deal, we could almost describe it brotherly. Expect I doubt that I would have that warming feeling every time I thought about it, if it would really be that innocent. I immediately decided that keeping distance was maybe a better idea. All right, maybe we were both toddlers.

So instead of confronting him I started packing out and forming the room to my taste. It wasn't a difficult task, since it wasn't so far from it to begin with. It was very similar to my former room both in design and… Wait a minute. I just noticed that the bed was the same brand and type than my own, just bigger. That couldn't be a coincidence. I looked around again and I spotted another similarities. The colors, the mirror on the wall, the patterns on the carpet and the curtains.

Not bothering to drop the clothes I was currently holding I marched into Damon's bedroom without knocking.

"Did you do that?" I claimed not sure it sounded awed or furious.

"I did a lot of things. Which one concerns you?" he asked not lifting his eyes from the book he was reading, laying comfortably in his bed. The very same bed in where we… Elena, don't let it distract you.

"You copied my room!"

"I did not" he protested, still not looking at me, but when I opened my mouth to disagree he continued. "They don't make that kind of drawer anymore."

I was speechless. Even I didn't know what kind of drawer I had. He wasn't in my room so many times, as far as I know, and he managed to remember every little detail about it, and made an effort to refurnish an entire room for me. That was… sweet.

"Do you like it?" he asked finally turning towards me when I stood there mute for about two minutes.

"Yes" I managed to groan while trying to suppress the urge to run there and hug him.

"Good" he said simply turning back to his book. "Have you brought those for me?"

I was puzzled for a moment as to what he had meant, but then suddenly I realized he was referring to the clothes I was holding. I looked down on them, blushing instantly, because I brought some of my panties and bras with myself to his bedroom.

"No!" I shouted sharply and quickly hid them behind my back.

He just smiled his smug smile of his and I was suddenly furious. How dared he flirt with me in this blasphemous manner and read so nonchalantly when he should be out searching for his brother, who sacrificed everything for him, whatever that meant.

"Are you having a good time?" I hissed pointing my head to the paperback.

He just kept smiling then slapped the book together and jumped up from the bed. He tossed it onto the covers and slowly started to walk towards me.

"In fact I do," he said on a seductive tone, clearly not talking about the book any more. "It's quite a page-turner, you should read it too."

The way he swayed towards me I thought he was going to grab me and kiss me. See, that was my problem with him recently. I never feared that he would do such a thing before. Not because I believed he wouldn't do anything like that, but because I was sure I wouldn't let him. I had to admit I wasn't so sure now. Fortunately I didn't have to make that decision because he just walked past me, leaving me in his bedroom alone. I was sure though that he quickly glimpsed at the underwear behind my back as he marched off.

I blew out the air I didn't even realized I was holding. I was just about to leave as well when something caught my eyes. The book was wide open at his bed, must have unfolded when he flung it there. What was strange that is was hand written. One of the Gilbert journal was my first guess, but it had a different cover. And it was bigger and thicker than any of them. I drew nearer to have a closer look. It was stuffed with ancient parchments, they peeped out here and there from behind the yellow pages. I drew one out. It was Stefan's birth certificate. My heart started to pound heavily. I turned a few pages and all the pages from the notebook and all the additional newspaper cuttings and drawings, period memoirs and photos were about Stefan. His whole life before and after he became a vampire. What was that? I turned to the front page and I suddenly went pale. Klaus' name was written on the front page as the proprietor of the journal. But the last page was the most shocking.

It was a family tree of the Originals. Elijah somehow forgot to mention that the Originals had descendents. Human descendents. The branches spread out into every direction but most of them where quite short, like the line died out. On the tip of every extinct branch one name where circled with red ink. Most of them were unknown to me but one I knew too well. The Salvatore family. The bloodline ended with two names: Stefan and Damon Salvatore. The younger brother's name was circled with red ink. Or on the closer look it was blood.

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