Stefan and Elena walked into the boarding house. It was quite, which was normal, but something was off. Stefan frowned as he walked through the house.
"What's wrong Stefan?" asked Elena sitting on the couch.
"Something is wrong," said Stefan.
"What is it?" asked Elena.
"Damon's gone," said Stefan.
"That's good, Stefan," smiled Elena.
Elena stood up from the couch and walked over to Stefan. Stefan smiled and leaned down and kissed her. Elena ran her fingers through his hair while his wrapped around her waist. He was fixing to lift her up around his waist when Damon came home.
"Oh, look. Stefan and Elena are home," he said.
"Well I'll be damned. The rumors are true. There is a doppelganger," said Megan.
Stefan jerked back from Elena and looked at the two of them. Elena turned to face them as well. Stefan slowly stepped in front of Elena shielding her from Megan.
"Now, now," said Megan. "I'm not going after your human. I'm simply visiting."
"You don't visit," said Stefan. "What are you really doing here?"
"Visiting my sire," she said smirking.
"Damon is your sire? Why would you let him do that?" asked Elena stepping out from behind Stefan.
Megan chuckled and ran over to Elena, "You are so sweet. I like her."
Damon rolled his eyes and disappeared into the parlor. Megan walked over and stood next to Stefan and locked arms with him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Damon didn't change me," smiled Megan. "Stefan did."
Elena looked at Megan, who was still smiling, and Stefan. Stefan disentangled himself from Megan and stepped towards Elena. Elena stepped back from him.
"You, you, changed her?" asked Elena.
"Yeah. It was really quite sweet. I was all alone, my husband had died," said Megan.
"Again," said Damon walking back into the room.
"Right, again. Anyway. I was sitting next to the river and along comes Stefan. Charming Stefan," said Megan looking at him. "Of course I took him as human, whoops."
Megan chuckled as she took the scotch glass from Damon.
"Anyway. I saw him as my next…um…well," said Megan.
"Victim," said Damon chuckling.
"Right, husband. Boy was I wrong," said Megan. "Lexi had just left him to be on his own. Cause little boys have to grow up sometime. Right Stefan?"
"Shut up," said Stefan.
"Aw, I'm hurt," said Megan with a frown. "Anyway. He told me I was too pretty to grow old and die. And I agreed. And presto here I am, what, 130 odd years later."
"Done now?" asked Damon.
"Really? We had sex this morning. In fact all weekend. I'm tired," said Megan.
"How do you walk in the sun?" asked Elena.
"Same way as the boys do," said Megan. "The Bennett's aren't the only ones who knew how to cast that spell."
Elena kept looking between Megan and Stefan. Stefan tried to grab Elena's hand but she stepped back again. Stefan looked dejected and tried to speak. Elena brought her hand up telling him to shut up.
"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Elena.
"It's not import-" started Stefan.
"Don't you dare call me unimportant," said Megan.
"Shut up!" shouted Stefan. "You're not helping me here."
"I shouldn't have to help you anyway," said Megan. "You left me all by myself, you ass."
"What?" asked Elena.
"Honey, if you wanna here this story you are going to need to sit down and a drink," said Megan. "I'm long winded."
Damon chuckled as he grabbed another glass to pour Elena a drink. Elena took the glass and followed Megan into the lounge. She sat down on the couch while Megan and took the other couch. Stefan tried to sit next to Elena but she moved to the armchair.
"Are you sure you want to hear this?" asked Megan sipping her drink. "If you're mad just hearing he changed someone, you may not wanna hear this."
"When did you start caring what people think?" asked Stefan.
"You make have a few years on me, but I'm not afraid to fight you," said Megan. "While you have become complacent with human life and Damon has become less bloodthirsty, I, on the other hand, have stopped my evil ways."
Damon chuckled as Megan talked.
"What's so funny?" asked Megan.
"Evil ways? You're a vampire," said Damon.
"Not what I meant," said Megan.
"Then what did you mean?" asked Elena.
"I was a Black Widow," said Megan. "Just ask Damon. He figured it out when we first met."
"That's because I'm not an idiot," said Damon.
"Yeah, but you aint a genius," said Megan smiling.
"Just tell your damn story," said Damon
Elena turned her attention back to Megan who had set her glass down on the table.
Megan was sitting on the riverbank. She was watching the water flow down river. She had taken a break in running from her most recent husband. She heard someone walking through the leaves towards the river. She stood and started to move towards the bushes to hide. As she stood to turn she saw Stefan.
Stefan knew there was someone near. He could hear their heart beat. When he emerged from the bushed he saw her standing up. He smiled at her and bowed slightly. She returned the gesture and turned to walk away.
"Are you lost?" asked Stefan.
"No," replied Megan.
"Is your husband near?" asked Stefan.
"No, he's dead," said Megan smirking.
"I am sorry," said Stefan taking a step nearer her. "Might I inquire as to what happened?"
"Duel," said Megan.
For once she was technically the killer. Her husband had died in a duel. It was her lover she was responsible for killing.
"And the other man?" asked Stefan. "Someone as beautiful must have a lover."
"Also dead," said Megan smirking.
Megan turned and started walking towards Stefan, smiling. Stefan took her hand and kissed it lightly. Megan curtsied again and introduced herself.
"Lady Davenport," she said.
"My lady," said Stefan.
"And you are?" asked Megan.
"Stefan Salvatore," he replied.
"Nice to meet you Stefan Salvatore," said Megan.
"Likewise Ms. Davenport," said Stefan. "If I might make a statement, I hope it is not too bold of me, but you are quite beautiful."
Megan smiled, "Thank you. And that is not too bold. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"
"I would love to," said Stefan.
Megan turned to leave and Stefan followed her.
Elena sat there and listened to the recollection.
"You okay?" asked Megan. "I can stop there and we can talk about something else."
"No, keep going," said Elena.
Megan shrugged her shoulders and delved right back into her story.
Megan was sitting at the head of the table, Stefan to her right. They shared small talk over the dinner. Megan was fixing to retire for the night when Stefan started up another conversation.
"You have already mentioned that I am beautiful," smiled Megan.
"And I can not stop mentioning it," said Stefan. "You are much to pretty to grow old and die."
"Everyone must die eventually. I have become very accustomed to death," said Megan.
"Your husband was not the first?" asked Stefan.
"The fifth actually," smiled Megan. "Davenport is only the most recent name I have acquired."
Stefan nodded in acknowledgement. He stood from his seat and helped her from her own. He walked behind her as they left the dinning area. Just as she reached the stairs he stopped her.
"What if I could offer you eternity?" asked Stefan. "You are much to beautiful to die and I am much too lonely."
Before Megan could answer Stefan attacked her.
Elena closed her eyes as she downed the rest of her drink. Megan downed the rest of hers and handed the glass to Damon. Damon grabbed Elena's and refilled them both.
"You okay?" asked Megan.
"Ye-yeah," said Elena.
"Elena, you have to under-" started Stefan.
"Don't talk to me," said Elena. "Go on."
Megan sighed but continued with her story.
Megan woke up with a splitting headache. She stood up from her bed and walked from her room. It was completely dark outside. She roamed the halls looking for her guest. She found him in the library looking at the books.
"Oh, you're awake," said Stefan smiling. "I'm sure you are hungry."
"Starving, but I've already eaten. Why did you attack me?" asked Megan.
"You are hungry for a different reason. I can show you, come with me," said Stefan extending his hand.
"Answer my question first," said Megan.
"Because I can. I could've killed you," said Stefan as his face shifted.
Megan stepped back from him and hit the wall. Stefan kept moving towards her and stopped when she said something.
"What was that?" asked Stefan.
"Damon…I knew he was…how could…you're just…" mumbled Megan.
"What did this Damon look like?" asked Stefan.
Megan threw her hand up to block his advances. Stefan grabbed her hand and looked at the ring on her finger.
"Where did you get this?" asked Stefan.
"Damon gave it to me," said Megan.
Stefan dropped her hand and walked past her. Megan turned to follow him but he was already gone.
"Youjust left her?" asked Elena.
"I was a different person back then," said Stefan.
"No, he was just pissed I got to her first," chuckled Damon.
"Shut up!" said Stefan.
"I think it's time I went home," said Elena walking out of the house.
Stefan glared at Damon and Megan who were still sitting on the couch.
"What the hell is your problem!" shouted Stefan.
"She wanted to know. I've never withheld information if someone has asked for it," said Megan. "You would know that if you had stuck around."
"Okay, I'm bored," said Damon standing up.
"I can think of something to entertain you," smiled Megan.
Stefan grunted and walked out of the house, slamming the door.
"What is his problem?" asked Damon, not really caring.
"He's mad because I'm with you," chuckled Megan.
"Oh really? Well I think I can make him even more pissed," smirked Damon carrying Megan into Stefan's room, closing the door.
Megan laughed as she was thrown down on the bed.
"He's going to kill was," laughed Megan.
"I can take him," smirked Damon.