The need for oxygen became overwhelming, her need for air is excruciating. Her lungs were on fire, and the short grasp on air does not help at all. It took her quite a while before going to breathing regularly. She was dressed in a beautiful white flowing dress, her hair neatly fixed into sophisticated curls, with little flowers adorned on her hair. She was dressed in exquisite jewelry, but all she cared about was the simple band and pearl on her ring finger. Touching it, she gave a nervous smile.
"Welcome back, Spencer." A man's rough voice was heard towards the dark.
She started to panic again, she is in a dark room, lying on an uncomfortable bed, but it smelled of flowers and nature. "Who's-who's there?"
"Do not fear me, my dear. I am a friend." He said, his voice getting closer.
"A friend who would not show himself?" She argued, gaining a little strength.
The man paused and with a snap of his fingers, Spencer saw her beautiful surroundings. She was in a room that had tree branches instead of walls, glowing flowers instead of lamps.
"Spencer, my name is Isaac, I will be your mentor." Isaac looked younger than her, maybe twelve years old, but the voice of an eighty year old.
"Where am I? Where's my husband?" She demanded, standing up and looking for the exit.
"Your husband has moved on. He is currently in bed with a vampire named Katherine."
"Damon mourned you, Spence." Stefan tried damage control.
But Spencer merely gave him a small smile, "It's okay, I've forgiven everything Damon did many years ago."
Damon smirked and hung his hand loosely on her shoulders. "Back to the story, babe. What are you?"
Spencer bit her lip, shyness suddenly overflowing. "Just promise, you guys…won't…laugh."
Damon's eyebrow rose up, intrigued. "Ooooh the anticipation is killing me!"
"You're dead already." Bonnie muttered, rolling her eyes.
"I'm a fairy." Spencer said.
Jeremy had an amused look, while Bonnie and Elena were surprised. Caroline looked fascinated, but the Salvatore brothers, as she expected were keeping themselves from laughing. Stefan tried to gain composure, "Sorry, Spence, a fairy?"
"Show me your wings!" Damon laughed, inspecting her back for any trace of wings.
Spencer slapped his arm away. "It takes a lot of energy to get them out! Stop it!"
"How did you become a fairy?" Bonnie asked, wary of another harmful supernatural walking in Mystic Falls.
"There aren't many fairies in the world, it's not genetic. Basically, someone has to will you their powers."
"And who willed you yours?" Elena asked, getting serious.
"My mother."
Sensing the discomfort from the topic, Jeremy decides to lighten it up and asked, "So what sets you apart from vampires?"
"Besides the fact that we're stereotypically loving and cute," She joked. "We aren't immortals. We stay in the age we got our powers, but we're destructible just like humans."
"Just like a witch!" Bonnie exclaimed, happy that Spencer isn't as horrible as vampires.
Spencer laughed, "We were thought to be from witch's descendants. We just control the nature. We need a force of nature to nurture our powers."
"Okay, enough girl talk. What have you been doing for the past 150 or so years?" Damon asked, picking up the pace. What he really meant was "Why didn't you seek me sooner?"
"Because we aren't dependent on ourselves, it takes us longer to deal with our powers. I had to train with Isaac for many, many years. We traveled all around the world to practice. And after that I just felt like I needed to be alone, be free. Here I am now."
"Wow. Um, that's really cool," Jeremy commented. "As much as I enjoy tonight, I'm gonna have to go. I'm tired."
Bonnie stood up with him, "Me too. I can't wait to talk to you more about our powers!"
"Elena, are you coming with us?"
"Uh, yeah. It seems like every day there's a new revelation," She said. "It's energy consuming."
"Where will you be staying?" Caroline asked. "You can stay with me, if you want. My mom's been avoiding me because…of my condition. It'll be nice to have company for the night!"
"Sorry blondie, remember when we said she's the lady of the house?" Damon interrupted, before Spencer can answer. "She's staying here."
"Penny for your thoughts?" Damon said as he approached Spencer with a big smile.
"Ah, my love, I didn't know you'd come." Spencer replied, shivering as Damon gave her exposed shoulder a small kiss.
"I was told that you were coming, and as much I disdain Ms. Parker's dinner, I had to see you." He replied, wrapping his arms around her.
"How long do we have to keep this up, Damon. We are engaged, and about to wed next week while no one knows!" Spencer's voice trembled. The stress of continuously hiding and lying had been overpowering her.
Damon caressed her cheeks, "Don't be upset, dear Spencer, when the ceremony is done we will tell them."
"I do not wish to act like a kid, but since I was a kid, I've dreamt of a big wedding. Not necessarily grandiose, but big, filled with townspeople as witness of our love." She looked down, "Now I really am getting married to the man I truly love, there is no witnesses at all!"
"Penny for your thoughts?" Damon said in a low whisper, standing next to Spencer outside the house.
"Last time you asked that, you made a promise you did not keep." Spencer replied, accusation tainted in her words.
"What do you mean?" Damon asked confused.
"The week before our wedding, Ms. Parker's ball. You said after we marry we'd be out in the open. That we'd tell our families."
"Spencer-"
"NO." She lashed out, stepping away from him. "I've forgiven you for everything. But this, we can't do this. We can't just pretend to go back from where we left. I can't be…married to you. I was…never a Salvatore."
"What are you trying to say, Spencer?" Damon's voice got dangerous, irritation seen in his eyes.
Pulling off her necklace, she took out two rings; one with a beautiful white pearl wrapped in silver and another plain band. "I'm trying to say that this is closure. For you. For me. I'm taking up Caroline on her offer. I'm not the lady of the house; it was never me. It's Katherine, your vampire mistress."
"How weird is it to find that Damon had a wife before Katherine?" Jeremy pondered out loud as he and Elena get back home. "I thought it's always just been Katherine."
"Well we really don't know much about his past, Jer." Elena sighed tiredly.
"What're you two talking about?" Alaric asked, from the second floor of the house.
"Damon's fairy wife showed up today." Jeremy said nonchalantly.
"Wait, fairy?" Alaric asked amusedly.
"Yeah, she's mortal, but can't age." Elena answered, plopping down on the couch. "She seems nice."
"Are you sure she's a fairy?"
"That's what she said, why would you think she'd lie about it?" Jeremy asked, looking at the surprised, but excited looking Alaric.
"Well I don't think she's lying, but fairies are rare creatures," Alaric shrugged. "They usually die after 200 years though. No one knows why.
"Like natural death or some sort of final fantasy death?" Elena asked, her interest growing.
"Human medical reports say heart attack." Alaric said, pouring himself some water from the kitchen. "Most supernatural researches say they kill themselves. But no one knows for sure why. There are a lot of theories though. How old is this fairy anyway?"
Elena shook her head lightly, "I don't know. She knew Damon in 1860. That's been more than 150 years."
"Do you think," Jeremy said slowly, "Do you think she's here to see Damon before her final goodbye?"
"Jeremy! Don't say that!" Elena chided, slapping her brother's arm.
"What? It's an option. Why else would she only show up after all these years? She suddenly missed Damon or she wants to be with him before she kills herself?"
"There's one more thing about fairies," Alaric started. "Their magic runs through every single part of their body, even their blood. So it can be used as protection."
"Oh no, no, no." Elena said, getting the hint. "I'm not going to ask her if I can have some of her blood! That's weird! I barely know the girl."
"Okay, I'll pitch the idea with Stefan." Alaric shrugged. "Besides, if she's Damon's wife, I'm sure Damon can convince her."
"Spencer."
Fairies do not have the same heightened senses of vampires, but Spencer definitely heard her name whispered menacingly in the cold air of Mystic Falls. Walking away from Damon without knowing Caroline's address was a mistake, and she's regretting it. Picking up her pace, she felt even more uncomfortable at the eerie silence.
"I see you…"
"Maybe it's just Damon playing tricks on me." She talked to herself, trying to walk faster.
Using her powers would only cause a stir because her powers are always obvious and detectable. There were too many people around. But the feeling of being watched still lingered. With every step she looked back to see if somehow would magically appear out of thin air. That was until she bumped into the person she was running away from. Her face suddenly fell and escape was top priority in her mind.
"Gotcha." A deep, but old sounding voice said.
"I-Isaac…what are y-you doing here?" She was trembling at his touch.
"I wish it didn't have to be like this, dear Spencer," he said, caressing her face. "You're back with him. Why?"
"He is my husband." She said so plainly, as if it explains everything.
"I heard you a while ago. You said you aren't married to him anymore," he stated. "You aren't so foolish to think that he'll be able to save you, are you?"
Spencer regained her composure, "Of course not. I know what I have to do."
Isaac smiled. "Good girl. I don't want to have to come after you."
"I know the rules, Isaac. If you came here to just remind me of that, then you can go now. I haven't forgotten." She said coldly, turning away from him.
"Don't get too attached to the Salvatore. Remember, he wasn't there when you were on the floor doubling in pain and agony when you embraced your powers."
As soon as she felt Isaac's energy away, she rushed back running to the Salvatore Boarding House. Without bothering to knock, she entered, finding Damon with his Bourbon. He looked at her with a mix of confusion and worry. Confused that she's back and worried because her face shows fear. She ran to him and enveloped him in a kiss. It wasn't a ground breaking kiss, it wasn't erotic. It was a simple kiss saying "I'm here to stay."
"You asked me before to keep what we had between us as a secret. Now it's my turn to ask the same of you."
A/N: For chapter 1, if there's ever a mention of Georgina, I'm sorry. I was going to name my character Georgina at first, then I changed it to Spencer.
Any questions about the "fairy" thing that is confusing? If so, I'll try to integrate more in future chapters!
Love,
Princessbows