Satine was just as surprised as the next person when she saw Elena, her sister's doppelganger and she already knew before they did that Klaus was coming after her. She admired the way her friends were so faithful to her and saving her.

She could hear the vampire that turned her sister talking to the brothers and Elena about her. She smirked as she heard her describe her to them. I could be almost famous as Klaus, she thought. Satine never thought that she was stronger than Klaus or Elijah, but she was stronger than Katerina for some reason.

She stayed at a vampire hearing distance preferably behind a large willow tree near their house. Her outfit was all in black and looked like something her sister would wear, but she shrugged it off. Her blonde hair fell curly at the ends and she looked older than she did before 1932. Most of her life she would follow her sister, the other times she would be by herself. She wanted to make sure she was safe all the while hiding herself from Klaus.

She saw the Salvatore brother step out of the house, talking about Klaus and then her interest spiked as their conversation went to the topic of her.

"So do you think she's telling the truth," Stefan asked.

Damon shrugged. "I don't know what to think. Have you ever met anyone who looks like her?"

Stefan shifted uncomfortably on his feet and then crossed his arms over his chest, "Some one comes to mind."

"Well, gee Stefan let me read your mind and I'll exactly know who she is," he said sarcastically.

"Back in Chicago, 1922…I was coming out of bar about to drain a girl," he said, his voice ashamed at his action, "and I saw her, Damon. It was exactly as Rose described her. Platinum blonde hair and the eyes and the way she looked at me. She was still beautiful as you and I remember her, but as I followed her…she disappeared behind a corner."

Damon sighed and crossed his arms over his chest as well and his eyes narrowed at Stefan. "Serena is not Katherine's sister."

With that Damon strode away from Stefan in anger. Stefan looked down in regret and something else she couldn't put her finger on. A gust of wind flew past her hair and her scent must've reached Stefan's nose because he turned to her and he closed his eyes as he smelled her scent that flew past him. His eyes were determined and curious as he opened them and searched for something.

Sweet Stefan, she remembered she used to call him, and for Damon well she never had a nickname for him besides lover boy and he would just simply smirk at her and kiss her on the cheek.

After a few moments he reluctantly went inside the boarding house and she was a little anxious because she knew that it was almost time for her to make an appearance.

Through her vampire hearing she heard Stefan say to Rose, "Did Katherine have by any chance a sister named Serena?"

Damon groaned in frustration and she smiled to herself. Only if he knew, she thought, and when he finds out, he'll be more than just pissed off.

"You mean Satine," Rose said.

There was a pause until she spoke again, "Satine is Bulgarian for Serena just like Katerina is for Katherine. Why…how do you know her?"

"1864," Damon said. She heard him take a long drink of his whiskey and then his heavy booted footsteps came outside. He had his drink his hand and he looked down at it in desolation. Quick in rage and hurt he threw his glass on the house and it shattered.

All Satine wanted to do was run over to him and embrace him and mumble apologizes as she desperately kissed his lips and he hungrily kissed her back. Her nails slightly dug into the tree's trunk as she strained herself from the desire of his body intertwined with hers in a moment of ultimate passion.

While Satine kept her eyes on an angry and unstable Damon she also kept listening to the group of people inside.

"What's wrong, Stefan," she asked.

He sighed. "Short story, 1862 Damon fell in love with Serena, she falls in love with him. She leaves when Katherine comes."

"Once she left Damon got his heart broken," Elena realized.

"So he went to war and then Katherine came and well you know that rest," Stefan replied.

"Do you know who even made her," she asked Rose.

There was a pause before Rose answered, "No, like I said most vampires think she is a myth…but if she's real then…let's just say that you have her you have an advantage on Klaus."

"Elijah," Elena whispered her tone a little terrified.

Satine froze and she saw Damon use his speed and run inside the house and back to where they were. She stayed behind the tree remembering Elijah's words. She had known Damon had loved her and she would have loved him, but he still human at the time and she didn't want to take the possibilities that a human life has to offer.

Rose sped immediately out of there and she ran passed her without glancing back at the house.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill any of you," Elijah said calmly.

Elena's heartbeat kept on beating faster and faster as Elijah spoke to them.

"Then why are you here," Damon asked.

Elijah smiled and sat down on a leather chair and said, "I believe you all want answers about Katerina's sister, Satine."

"Did you turn her," Stefan asked curiously.

"Yes," he said immediately. "I did turn her only to save her because of what she meant to Katerina. So go ahead Elena, Stefan, and Damon I'm sure you all are just inching with questions and I seem to be the only one who can answer them for you."

"How strong is she and is she a threat," Elena inquired.

Elijah chuckled lowly. "No my dear she is not a threat to you anyways…Niklaus maybe and her sister, but not to you Elena. She's not like that, she doesn't kill family no matter how distant they are or who they just happen to look like." He continued, "I don't know how strong she is right now, but she is stronger than your friend, Bonnie Bennet I assume so don't anger her."

"Where is she," Damon urged which made Elijah smirk at him.

"She is closer than you think, Damon."

The room went silent and she heard Elena gulp as Stefan and Damon's eyes roamed around their library.

Elijah however was completely calm and just waited for them to ask another question about her. He kept sitting on the chair completely calm and relaxed and he sounded comfortable.

"How close is she," Elena hesitantly asked.

"She's in Mystic Falls and I can't tell you where she is exactly," Elijah replied, his voice stern as spoke about her to them.

"Why," Damon urged with more anger and interest.

Elijah was silent as he tried to come up with a reason to give on why he couldn't tell them her exact location. She smiled sadly at Elijah' honor and loyalty to her as a friend. He is my only friend, she thought sadly.

"How do you know where she is," asked Stefan.

"I always know where she is," he said. "She's not that hard to find if you really looked."

"Creepy," Damon muttered under his breath.

"If I were in your position I would warn the people I cared for about her…for safety reasons," Elijah said as he stood up from the chair.

The Salvatore brothers dared not to take their eyes off the original vampire. Their eyes followed his movements and every time he spoke.

"Why," Elena said in a concerned tone.

Elijah made his way to the front and they all followed him. As he opened the door, he said over his shoulder, "Because she doesn't like witches."

Elena's face came into slight terror and the brother's faces hardened as they all stood near the doorway. Elijah sped out of there as soon as possible.

. . .

It was almost three in the morning when Satine had an idea come to mind in her bed. She pulled the white sheets off her and let her golden curls down. She wore a thin pearl satin dress that went all the way to the ground. The dress had spaghetti straps and the neckline was laced and low enough to where you could see her fine breasts. The dress hugged the curves of her body and breasts perfectly.

She made her way back to the boarding house and decided that she should pay Damon a visit in his bedroom. Elijah had taught her long ago how to give a dream to anyone and be in complete control and also how to make it seem in reality that it looked like a dream. Her pale skin looked stunning against the moonlight as she made her way in Damon's room. It was dark and cold, but you could still see the outline of everything in the room because of the moonlight beaming through the windows.

Satine feet were silent as a cat's as she walked to Damon's bed. It had slightly massive bed posts on it and it was the largest bed she had ever seen. I wonder how many people you could fit on this bed, she thought and her eyes went to Damon, he probably already knows how people.

Her brown eyes roamed over Damon's body in lust as her desire for him came to her. She took in every inch of his form…his flawless skin just as pale as hers, the rise and fall of his chest even though he couldn't breathe, she loved his ice blue eyes and would fawn over them every time they were together, his board and muscled chest, the black hairs on his chest as she played with them every time in the morning, and the way his silky black hair looked always good in the morning.

She slowly crawled on top of the bed and laid beside Damon on her side. She took out a syringe and inserted it into Damon's arm. It was a few minutes past after she had put the syringe away and laid back down that Damon's eyes started to flutter open. They searched the ceiling and his head slowly turned to her. He was somewhat surprised and he looked like he couldn't believe that she was even here right now.

She kept her gaze on Damon and she gave him a warm smile. She knew she had to play the part of him dreaming about her.

"Your dreams always have me in them." she said softly. "You've been thinking about me lately."

"Are you real," he asked quietly.

She smiled sadly at him. "No, I'm not. I wish I were though so I could stay here with you."

"I wish this could be real, too."

So do I, she thought to herself.

He turned to his side as well and he cupped her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over her cheekbone. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes as her lips kissed his hand.

Damon's body came closer to her. "I wish you could stay and we could be like this forever."

She giggled softly. "Forever is never long enough for us, my love."

It was silent as their eyes burned into each others'. She broke the silence saying, "Do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still want me," she asked more seductively as she leaned in her lips closer to Damon's.

"Yes."

"Then why did you let me go," she whispered. Damon noticed that her eyes had sadness in them.

"I don't know." He whispered back against her lips.

Her eyes went down as her delicate fingers grazed his bottom lip and then they toughed his chin as she whispered, "Please…"

Her eyes went back up to his ice blue ones and continued, "Help me."

Damon's eyebrows knitted in confusion and he pulled their bodies closer to each other. He slammed his mouth into hers, his lips kissing her hungrily as he came on top of her. His hands roamed the curves of her body as hers were in his black silky hair, pulling him closer. God, I miss this, she thought as her arousal became harder to control. She could already feel herself becoming wet from him.

Their tongues would dance with each other as they fought for dominance in their intertwining mouths. Her nipples hardened as Damon's hand came up to one of her breasts and started squeeze it. She moaned and she could feel his erection hardened against her stomach.

Their kissing turned into passion as they kept their chests closer in fear of losing contact with each other.

Damon pulled away from her and gazed down at her and admired her body. His gaze was hungry for her body and the pleasure he wants from it. She hadn't seen this side of Damon before. She knew he'd changed after becoming a vampire, but she didn't think that it would improve his lovemaking skills he had on women. No, the Damon she knew- the human Damon was nothing like this…he was shy and yet sweet when making love to her, but this Damon was different, she could barely see any of his human side left inside of him.

He hooked his index fingers around the straps of her dress and very slowly pulled them down all the while keeping his eyes on her and his legs straddled her hips. Her nipples poked out against the satin of her dress and she felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He pulled the top of her dress down her body and stopped as it reached the bottom of her stomach. He leaned down and planted soft kisses on her stomach and made his way over to her breasts.

His eyes were on her face the entire time, never taking them off her. He kissed each of her breasts and then started to suck on one of the nipples while playing with the other. She moaned loudly as she threw her head back more against the pillows. His tongue would twirl around her nipple and his teeth would pitch at them. Her hands made balls of sheets into fists. As he sucked on the nipple his other hand sneaked down her body and went in her dress and made contact with her wet folds. Her eyes shot open as he rubbed her folds.

Damon stopped sucking nipple and came up to her lips, kissing her chest, neck, and jaw along the way. His rubbing got faster as she moaned in pleasure and his dick got harder from her moans.

His cool lips touched her ear as he whispered, "Do you want it,"

She nodded and moaned, "Yes, I do. I want you inside of me."

"No not that…the other thing."

She couldn't take it anymore as he entered two fingers inside of her, "Yes. Yes, I want your… your cock inside of me."

He kissed her neck and nibbled on it a little. "I'm not convinced yet. Prove it."

Her hands pulled down his black pajama pants. She grabbed his now very hard dick and started to pump her hand up and down his length, squeezing it a little which made Damon smirk and groan in pleasure.

After a few moments, Damon quickly spread her legs wide apart and positioned himself near her hot and wet sex. When he was on top of her he could feel her body heat up immediately because of the pleasure she was having. His hands were on her thighs and his eyes on her face.

He was about to pound into her when everything started to become dark and then started to feel woozy and then he passed out on top of her.

She groaned and said, "Great."

At least it worked, she thought.

She pushed Damon off of her and he flopped onto the pillow he was on earlier in the night. She got off the bed and pulled her dress back up and on her shoulders. She walked to the other side of the bed where Damon was sleeping and she pulled up his pants and placed the sheets back on his body. She positioned his body to the way it was when she got here. She smiled at him and she sped out of his room and the boarding house.

. . .

Damon's blue eyes fluttered open and then he squinted at the beam of sunlight shinning in on his face. He sat up and he shook his head a little to wake himself up since that only worked on him a little he staggered to the sink in his bathroom and went old fashion as he splashed some cold water in his face.

The second time he did this, he was now fully awake. He dabbed the dry towel onto his face and looked in the mirror. He froze as he remembered the dream he had. It was about Serena and it was true he had been thinking a lot about her lately. On the outside he didn't seem surprised, but inside of him he was pissed off at her. The original still hadn't explained to him why she even left in 1864 and he expected that it had something to do with Katherine…her sister, Satine.

It wasn't going to deny that it hadn't been a very erotic and pleasurable dream he had about her. He remembered that in the dream he had felt joy when he saw her looking like she did in1864 and she was lying there beside and he when his eyes trailed over her body she was breathtaking to see even in his dream.

He smiled to himself as he remembered back when they were together that he would always wake up before she did and then he would gaze happily at her and wait for her to wake up. She would give him her known warm smile that she gave to very few people as she saw him gaze at her while she's sleeping. They would mostly be in her bedroom because his controlling father would always try and unlock his door and get him out of bed and make him a "man".

"Damon," his father said through his locked door as he was kissing Serena. "Damon, get up now. Men don't waste their time sleeping in late like this. They rise up early and are ready for the day. Your brother is already up and here you are still sleeping. Get up now."

Damon groaned in annoyance at his father praising Stefan. She smiled up at him and pecked his lips. The limbs were entangled with each other under the white sheets on his bed while the covers were throw off and the only covering his naked body and he found that her bottom half was completely bare leaving her in only her corset. Every time she wore a corset, he would get aroused by the piece of clothing because it pushed her firm and fine-looking breasts up.

All the men would gawk at her and Damon could see the dirt y thoughts that crossed their minds as their eyes undressed her and roamed her body. Once he caught his father and Stefan staring at her in the way all the men would every time they saw her. His father quickly looked away and seemed uncomfortable while his little brother never took his eyes off her.

Damon expected this from Stefan because he was still a teenager with hormones to fulfill. Damon would always smile to himself because he was the only who would get to see her tonight and every other night throwing her head back in pleasure because of him.

"Men don't do that. They sleep in with the people that they love and bask in it." She said, bringing him back to the present.

Damon laughed and kissed her again this time more passionately. "My father seems to disagree with that," he said against her lips.

She elegantly raised her blonde eyebrow, "Your father disagrees with everything."

He smiled and his fingers combed through her long locks of curly bright blonde hair as it spread out on the pillows. He took extreme notice as he saw how very stunning she is and how he admired they way her body was formed and they way her skin was flawless and went perfectly with how bright the room was. They wrapped their arms around each other and he took her advice on what "men" do in the mornings…they bask in happiness.

Damon unconsciously smiled at the memory as he now faced the windows that overlooked the trees of the woods where Stefan hunted for rabbits and bambi. His smile soon faded away from his face as he looked around and saw that no one was with him and that it was dead silent in his bedroom. Anyone who came in right now and saw him they would pity him and Damon never wanted pity someone's pity.

All he wanted was her now, now that Katherine's gone his love for her gone in an instant. Damon never knew that Serena was a vampire and when he was with Katherine she told him right away and then she compelled his feelings for her. He would ask himself why she never told him about her true nature…was it because she was ashamed of it or because she didn't trust him enough or was it because she didn't love him enough. These questions floated in his mind every since Elijah told them about Serena being a vampire.

Damon froze as he realized something about Serena.

He remembered her telling him that she was a virgin and he only smirked and took it slow with her as they had sex with each other for the first time thus beginning their whole new relationship.

Was she even mine to take, he thought sadly.

~Fin~

Sorry if I took so long to update it's just that I had writer's block on all my stories and I was so frustrated with it that I just procrastinated when I had ideas floating in my mind about this storyline. I hope you all like reading it and thanks for reviews, follows, favorites, and views.