Veronica

Summary: With Damon's birthday in the horizon, Stefan wants to surprise him. But when Elena finds an old diary of his that mentions a woman named Veronica, she will go to every measure to find her.

Chapter Two

The room was dark. The only light source was the moon. Damon wanted to be alone. To enjoy the silence. At the moment, it was his only friend. His acquaintance was the small book that was once his diary. He picked it up off the desk and read every page, cover to cover; and that was when he realized that the picture that he had glanced at on different occasions was missing.

Confusion hit him like a rough wave. He let panic consume him. He got onto his feet and frantically looked for the small memento of his past. He searched high and low, book to book until he realized that the picture was no longer in his possession. "Elena." he growled under his breath.

"I don't know what picture you're talking about." she lied convincingly through the phone. She wouldn't have been able to lie to his face; her eyes would give it away.

"You were the one who moved the box into the study. And my diary was out of the box when I came back. So why don't you just tell me where it is and we can sweep this under the rug." He sounded annoyed, very annoyed.

"Believe me Damon, I don't have the picture, I wouldn't even want it anyway."

"I'd love to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you've been the only one within spitting distance of it."
"If I did take this picture, what would I do with it?"

He rolled his eyes a little. "Keep your eyes open. If you find it, tell me."

Elena put her phone down and ran her fingers through her chocolate brown hair. She was beginning to feel guilty, but she kept telling herself that the lies and deception would be worth it. Wouldn't it? She couldn't dwell on the negatives for too long or she would crack and give the picture back without finding Veronica. She looked at the records that she had printed off that dated back to the 19th century. She was starting to get good at this tracking business. But she wasn't that good. She had a lead, and now she needed a helping hand.

"Her name is Veronica Gilmore, do you have a phone number?"

"Let me check." the woman on the other end replied, her voice was high pitched and squeaky.

Elena waited patiently. If there was no number, then she would have to think of a new plan.

"Ma'am?"

"I'm here." Elena woke up a little.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything."

Elena sighed a little. "Thank you anyway." she hung up and threw her phone onto the bed. What was she going to do?

Damon was on a rampage. Nobody would understand why this picture was so important to him. He felt as if he was betraying his best friend, the only person he could fully trust, except for maybe Stefan. In the back of his mind he worried that if he didn't have her picture, he would forget about her and that she would only be someone that he used to know. With the picture he could remember all the good time that they had together. His heart felt like something was pressing heavily against it. Damon didn't like this feeling. He couldn't handle the situation.

"What's up with you?" Stefan said as he walked into the room. Damon was sat in the corner with half a glass of bourbon.

"I'm panicking."

"Why? What happened?" Stefan sat in front of him.

"The picture's gone. I can't find it anywhere."

"What picture was it?" he played dumb. The last thing he wanted was for Damon to accuse him of taking it.

"Me, you and Veronica in Vegas." he rolled his eyes a little and waved his hand that had the bourbon filled glass in it. "You know, from the night me and Veronica..."

"Yeah, I know." Stefan began to feel awkward.

"It's the only thing I have left of her and now it's just... Gone."

"Like her." Stefan mumbled.

"What?" the sudden anger was clear in Damon's voice.

"Well it's not like she came back with you even after you seduced her and lured her into your bed. Face the facts; she doesn't give a damn about you."

"That is untrue. We were friends for years. She loved me, she told me once. And you know that I loved her." Damon was defensive. It was a side of him that people didn't get to see.

"And if you loved her, like you claimed to, you would've told her so before you left. I bet you were the reason why she got the first station wagon out."

"I had a perfectly good reason to keep my feelings secret. And you know that I still love her. My feelings have never changed."

"You say that, but what about Katherine? Did you forget about her when Katherine came along?" Stefan stared at him for a moment. He could see the frustration on Damon's face.

"Maybe, but you can be in love with two people at once."

"Sure you can." Stefan stood up. "I'm tired of your moping and I'm sick of the arguing. Do whatever you want." he stormed out of the room like a lightning bolt. Damon could do nothing but stare after him.

"Jackass." He mumbled into his glass.

Elena sat in front of her computer, staring at the screen when she thought of a good idea. She Googled 'Veronica Gilmore Chicago' and waited patiently for the results. There was hundreds of Veronica Gilmore's in Chicago; it would take too long to call all of the numbers.

"Bonnie, I need your help. Can you come over?"

"Yeah I'll be there soon. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine, I just need you to find someone for me."

A:N This was basically just a rambling chapter, or a filler or something. It will be more dramatic, romantic, angsty when Veronica's character comes to Mystic Falls. Thank you for reading!