Stefan walked over to the bed as both Damon and Elena looked on.
"Is she dead"? asked Elena as she looked at Damon.
He didn't appreciate the allusion. "I don't kill everyone I meet".
Stefan had sat down on the bed next to Livia and looked her over. "No, she's not dead".
"How do you know", asked Elena.
"Because she has no stake through her heart and hasn't mummified", he answered.
"Wait, she's a vampire"?
"Yes", answered Stefan. He looked at Damon. "Where'd you find her"?
"On the old Lockwood property". He pulled the ring out of his pocket. "I saw the ring on a girl's finger at the Grill and she told me where she had found it".
Elena took a step forward into the room and looked at the so-called Livia on the bed. She seemed to be around the same age as Damon. She had beautiful long brown hair and soft traits on her face. Although she was ashen, it was obvious that she was beautiful. She watched as Damon resumed his pacing all the while never taking his eyes off of her. There was something different about him. She realized that he cared, more than she had ever seen him care before.
"Do you know her"? risked asking Elena.
"Yes". He then turned his attention to Damon. "She's weak, really weak. She probably hasn't had any blood in days, if not weeks".
"Who is she"?
"Livia Salvatore", said Stefan.
Elena was perplex, she hadn't recalled either one of them talking about another Salvatore, even less a sister.
"Is she your sister"? she asked as she looked at Stefan.
"No", replied Stefan looking at Damon. Elena shifted her attention to Damon as he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge and caress her face. "She's my wife"!
Elena's mouth opened. She was flabbergasted. Damon was married? In the past years that she had been with Stefan, neither he nor Damon had mentioned this. She couldn't say anything. Yet it suddenly dawned on her, this explained most probably why Damon was the way he was. It was obvious that he cared about her, the way he looked at her, the way he was soft and gentle in touching her, but if she was only here now, where had she been? Why hadn't they been together? Had they separated on their own free will? No matter what had happened, it was clear that it had left Damon mean and cold-hearted and the reason why he had pushed away so many people trying to pretend he didn't care.
Stefan stood and walked over to Elena. "I'll go get some blood".
"You think it will be enough"? asked Damon.
"Let's hope so". He looked at Elena. "Come with me". She nodded and followed Stefan out and towards the basement.
"Why didn't you tell me Damon was married"? She hated secrets and this was one that he had kept from her and she couldn't understand why.
He grabbed a couple of blood bags from the fridge. "Wasn't for me to tell. It's Damon's life and story, not mine".
"Fine, I get that, but why didn't he ever talk about it or her"?
"No one likes to talk about something that is heartbreaking".
"She broke his heart"? asked Elena.
"No", replied gently Stefan. He then smiled gently at her. "I know you like to ask questions and get answers and you will, but not from me".
She nodded showing she understood that she should drop it.
"Come on let's go".
They headed back upstairs. Stefan put down the bags and handed one over to Damon.
Elena's phone beeped and she took it out of her pocket. She looked at it. "It's Jenna. She needs me".
Stefan looked at her. "OK. I'll see you later". He quickly kissed her then returned his attention to Damon and Livia.
She left the mansion and headed home.
Damon opened up one of the blood bags and inserted the tip between Livia's lips. He gently applied pressure on the bag. "That's it Liv, come on baby, drink".
Stefan looked at Damon his arms crossed in front of his chest. "She was probably on her way over here".
Damon nodded, still applying pressure on the blood bag. "She was coming home".
He opened another bag. "What the hell happened to her Stefan"?
"I don't know Damon. I'm sure she'll tell us". He looked at her. He had always loved Livia. She had been their ray of sunlight, the eternal optimist with a big heart. She had been the complete opposite of Katherine. "Her lips are starting to get rosier".
Damon looked at her and gave a sigh of relief. It meant that the blood was doing her good. He leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. He looked at his brother. "You can go. I've got this".
Stefan nodded. He understood that Damon wanted to be alone with her. "Call me if you need anything".
Over the next couple of hours, Damon kept giving Livia more blood and even though she still hadn't become conscious, she had gained color. He didn't know what to do. He hated waiting. He sat down for a while but got antsy. He then started to pace the floor again for what seemed like a long time.
"If you keep doing that you're going to build a trench between us".
He immediately stopped and turned his head towards the bed upon hearing Livia's voice. He smiled upon seeing that her eyes were open. Within seconds he was sitting on the bed by her side.
"Liv", he said softly as he took her hand in his. He looked into her eyes and the love he felt for her, the love he had kept hidden deep down inside all these years resurfaced. He had missed her deeply. Had he had a beating heart, it would have been racing. "You have no idea how I've missed you"!
She smiled and sat up in the bed, feeling a bit stronger. She put her hand on his face. "It's been 80 years, I think I know. I've missed you too".
He leaned in, placed his free hand behind her neck and pulled her face towards his. He closed his eyes as their lips met. Firework's went off inside his body and all his senses heightened. The magic, the desire, the love between them was still there. It wasn't as if he had doubted it but it comforted him to know that almost a century hadn't changed that.
They spent the rest of the day in each other's arms as she drank more blood and gathered more strength. Damon wanted her and she did too, but they both knew that she was still weak. They would have all of eternity to catch up on those kinds of moments.