Hi I know it's been a couple days...ok more like a week but I kept changing a few things here and there. And well you know how it is. Thanks for the reviews I was shocked that I even had a few :)! They had me thinking and gave me a few ideas so thanks guys! Keep the reviews coming please!

And here we go...

~Timeless~

Morning.

I could feel the suns rays through the open spaces of the trees. Everything around me seemed to have intensified after my transition. Sounds. Smells. Even the simplest of touches. Stretching I couldn't help relish in the power my body now possessed. After years of searching I couldn't believe I'd finally accomplished my goal. As I stood from my spot on the floor I noticed Elijah leaning against the tree across from me.

"You've been busy brother." He said in a causal, almost bored tone. He then tossed some clothing that I happily caught.

"That was amazing." Pulling on the pair of pants I couldn't help the smirk that made its way on to my face. Glancing over to Elijah I asked. "How long has it been?"

"Almost two days. The full moon came and went. You remained a wolf."

"So that means I can change at will, that's good to know." Taking my time I finished dressing.

"Quite the mess you left along the way." He said unimpressed.

"Just like old times brother." Grinning at the thought of the past few days I had spent as a wolf, and I could remember every moment of it. The feeling of tearing through my prey with my canines was unlike anything I had experienced even as a vampire. I had fed well in my two days as a wolf. A journey of surrendering myself fully into my nature and letting it just flow through me. The rush, seductive in a way that could be described as a siren calling out to her lover.

After spending centuries on this earth Klaus could finally say that if his future was going to become anything like the last few days, well just thinking of the possibilities had him shivering in such pure bliss. At least until my beloved impatient brother broke me out of my blissful state of euphoria.

"You've had your fun. And now I believe we had a bargain." Crossing his arms behind his back he glared my way.

"That's right what was it again?" I pretended to ponder for a while watching as he grew agitated with each passing second. "Oh that's right, I remember. You wished to be reunited with our family again."

"You gave me you word Nicklaus!" He shouted. Scaring a few birds from the trees above with is volume of tone.

"What kind of brother would I be if I broke such a bond. Even though you did try to kill me." Looking him I watched as he nodded his head slowly.

"I could have but I didn't." He all but whispered sounding as if he regretted sparing my life.

"Yes we'll now no one can." I said my voice so confident it was almost cocky. Turning I made my way past him but was stopped by the sudden sound of clapping.

Clap clap clap

"Now isn't this interesting." The stranger said as he leaned against the tree across from my brother and I. My eyes watched as he straightened slowly, stretching in such a care free matter that only further to agitate me. His face was giving nothing away, the man just stood in his spot staring at me with such an intensity that the hairs on the back of my neck began to rise in caution.

"Hello my name is Elijah Mikaelson and this is my brother Niklaus. Who might you be?" Elijah asked, always the more formal one so reluctant to give up the old ways of mannerisms. He began to look at the man with such intensity, and for a brief moment a flicker of recognition flashed across his eyes.

Ignoring Elijah's question the man slowly began to circle the two us in a predatory way.

"Fascinating, a hybrid able to awaken both natures." His tone cheerful as if he had found some timeless treasure. "Hmmm." Stopping his ministrations he began to look out into the distance every few seconds taking a short glance at me. He let out a loud frustrated sigh. "That clever girl always one step ahead of me." Shaking his head he turned his angry gaze at me "Such a waste."

Elijah took his place next to me narrowing his eyes at the stranger in attempt to compel him. "Why are you here?"

The smile that made it's way on to the strangers face seemed to grow amused at my brothers antics.

I grew worried when the compulsion didn't work and decided to force him to answer our questions. So without second thought I had him pinned to the nearest tree my hand holding him by his throat. "You must have a death wish to approach us in such a fashion. Now I believe he asked you a question mate." I practically growled at him.

The strangers soft taunting laughter sent chills down my spine and I could hear Elijah's slight whimpering as the air around us began to sizzle with power. "I can see you seemed to think very highly of yourself but its what to be expected from a spoiled petulant child such as you."

"I am going to enjoy killing you." I said loudly, tightening my grip upon his throat.

I don't know how it happened but before I had any time to blink the stranger had been able to stake Elijah to the tree I had once held him against and had me pinned to the ground. But only this time it was him gripping my throat in an iron tight grip.

"Such big threats should not be made lightly." Smirking the stranger continued in his mocking. "You both are so incompetent. I'm surprised you haven't be killed sooner."

"I am not afraid."I croaked out from beneath his hold.

"You really are a foolish boy." He said releasing his hold on me.

Then he went over to Elijah and pulled his makeshift stake from his stomach where he then push him into my arms. After steadying my brother I then bit into my wrist and offered him blood. Once he was sure Elijah was taken care of, he turned to the offending stranger.

"Who the hell are you and what the do you want from us because I can assure you that you may have bested us now but we are originals and we will kill you!"

"Now is that anyway to speak to your father?" He cooed at me.

"You are not my father, Mikael killed him long ago" I growled at him. How dare this man speak such lies.

"Did he now? And who was it that shared that bit of information to you? Mikael? One of your half siblings? Or perhaps it was that lovely witchling mother of yours Esther." He practically sneered her name.

I was about to question him further on how he seem to know so much when Elijah caught my attention. He was looking between the stranger and myself with wide eyes mumbling to himself so softly I couldn't pick up what he was saying.

"What are you going on about over there Elijah?"

"Brother, I had not noticed before but you both have many similarities. And not just that I believe that I remember him from our human years."

"That's impossible. " I whispered. Not knowing what to believe anymore.

"Seeing as how I am alive and standing before you it is very much possible." Rolling his eyes as he leaned against the tree he had staked Elijah to mere minutes before. "Now we have much to do and very little time since I'm sure that my lovely Isa has awoken as well."

"Why would we go with you? Your plans have nothing to do with us?" Lifting my head defiantly.

Sighing he approached me not breaking eye contact. "Because my boy, your curse is not fully lifted."

"What do yo..."

"ENOUGH!" He screamed eyes flashing a malicious red. "No more questions. You will come with me if you wish to uplift the curse or you will continue on with your pathetic half-life. Decide now because I have wasted enough time here."

"I will go with you only after you tell me your name."

He turned from us and began to walk away. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the clearing he stopped. Not turning to answer he said. "I am known as Silas."

And when Elijah and I were about to walk towards him, he turned to face us once again with a gleam in his eyes.

"But my real name is Edward."

~Timeless~

Deliberately he kept his face averted from her, knowing his eyes would show the battle that was rising in him. Her proximity should have triggered his violent instincts but instead she soothed him. She was definitely the last person he wanted to trust but there was no denying the goodness he could sense in her. Her compassion and goodness were the only reason he hadn't attacked and staked her where she stood. Despite the tiny voice in his head that demanded that he should for his own self preservation in the future. That's why he find himself in staring at her from my spot by the bar.

She had not looked at him, to lost in her own mind, to far deep in thought. He knew she could sense him watching her every move.

"Are you always this way? Or just when your hungry?" she asked. "There's no need to starve yourself just so you can babysit me while your brother goes to gather your comrades."

Her voice seemed to whisper over him, a seduction, a pure temptation. He truly feared he was losing his mind. He was not one to trust so easily, that meant opening yourself to being vulnerable and he couldn't afford such a leisure especially with his lifestyle. He had done so in the pass and it had broken him and he would never allow it to happen again. But here he was fighting every rule he had made for himself, becoming to weak to resist her beautiful doe eyes. Allowing himself to sit in his favorite chair across from her he continued his exploration of her face.

"I can see you don't trust me and I can understand the reasons for that, but I would appreciate the chance to gain such trust." she told him gently. "Please tell me what can I do to have you trust me?"

Damon remained silent. It was all he could do to shield his own thoughts, an automatic protection that he had drilled into himself.

She glanced at him worriedly. She had noticed the subtle effects of the werewolf bite at the graveyard but now they seemed more pronounced. His skin was almost translucent covered in a sheen of sweat. his body racked with fatigue and desperation. It took most of her control not to reach out and force the cure upon him. She wanted desperately to aid him but had sworn to herself that she would only give it to him if he asks of his own free will. He and the rest of his friends had to learn to trust her if they had any hopes to survive the challenges that would soon make an appearance in all their lives. Despite all this she couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety that built up in her chest, a feeling she had not felt in a very very long time. She needed to give this man, this mysteriously stubborn man, some sort of comfort. The need had been so strong she felt as if someone were trying to compel her.

"I can help you Damon. All you have to do is ask." She had always been a healer, it was a gift that she had passed along to those of her kind in hopes of them sharing it with the world. A redemption, of some sort. As she stood up to go towards him she never broke off her contact with his calculating eyes. as she approached him she gently pushed the soaked strands of hair from his face.

Damon had not wanted her to touch him, but he couldnt find within himself to move from her gentle caresses. Closing his eyes he gave into her touch. There was just something soothing about her. Her small touches, so simple yet it was as if she was taking the pain from him. Healing him. It actually helped the lessen scorching pain that had engulfed his body. Blood and alcohol no longer being able to suppress the aching pain he was finding it hard not to become disoriented. he knew his time was almost up but he needed to find the strength to continue on he had some things he wished to do before finally giving into death. Or could he find it within himself to trust this beautiful creature. She hadn't offered him the cure to his suffering and all she asked in return was for him to trust her enough to aid him. But why would she want to help him? He was undeserving of such a gift. He wasnt the hero like his brother Stefan. He was selfish and most of the time unreliable. So why help him. He had made a lot of choices that had led him to this point. He couldn't help but think that he deserved to die.

You don't

His eyes snapped open at her unspoken words. He searched her eyes for a silent answer. But all he found was truth in her words. No one, not even Elena, had looked upon him with such pure untainted honesty. Reluctantly he pulled away from her. But the moment Isabella's hand lost contact with him, he nearly passed out from the overbearing pain. Fangs expanded in his mouth and all the blood began to rush to his head. Hunger and pain seemed to consume him all at once and he found himself begging for death. Again he felt her gentle touch as she took his hand.

"It's ok Damon." She whispered in a soothing soft voice.

Damon didn't know what to do. His head was telling him to distance himself from her yet there was a part of him that told him that he should do everything in his power to keep her with him. For a moment he thought of just reaching out and stacking her. But as quick as the thought was formed, it was quickly replaced with large feeling a guilt. Especially as he looked at the beautiful woman before him who with the smallest of touch could take all his pain away from his tortured soul. HE knew that no matter how much he wanted to run from her somehow he would always find himself back with her. Because there had not been no one else's eyes that had seen through him as hers had. As they sat there staring into each other's eyes lost in each other's essence.

Isabella was aware of the new battle raging within Damon's mind, and instead of voicing her opinions on his feelings towards her she chose to let him figure it out on his own. She thought perhaps she should give him some space to sort things out himself in hopes that he would allow her to finally heal him.

"Perhaps I should go sit back on the couch give you some space..." She didn't even have a chance to finish before Damon to hold of her wrist shaking his head in a silent protest.

"Please..." Words caught in his throat before he whispered. "Stay." His eyes gave away his vulnerability. He didn't want her to move from his side. Not because of the pain from the wolf bite that would surely return once they lost contact. It was because a small part of him was afraid that she wasn't real. That in his dying state that he had formed some type of hallucination of her. I mean, she would have to be a hallucination. Why else would a complete stranger go out of her way to try and bring comfort to him and cure him? Lost in his self loathing he didn't notice her release his hold on her wrist let alone her flashing out of the room only to return a second later with at least 7 blood bags in her arms. And it wasn't until she opened one of the bags to pour into his forgotten cup of bourbon that his attention snapped back to her.

"If you wont allow me to cure you then you must keep up your strength." She mumbled placing the cup into his hands. He could barely breathe, his body demanding he feed. He finally gave into fatigue and quickly went through all 7 bags and still his body screamed for nourishment. His hunger was left unsatisfied as he looked around for something else to aid him in his red hazed frenzy.

"Come with me." She said calmly, taking the glass from him before taking hold of his hand. "I will help you." She walked him over to her original place on the couch and sat them so that they were facing each other.

Isabella swept her mahogany hair to the side exposing her neck to him and looked him in the eye. " Damon I can feel the pain you are in and I know what you need to make it all go away. I can heal you and I offer my blood to you. Please accept my offering of life and choose it of your own free will." The words came out so gentle and true it made him shiver in anticipation.

Pure seduction tempting him with silent promises. Her neck like satin her skin warm to the touch a hypnotic mixture that he found himself unable to look away from.

Damon found himself taking her into his arms, tenderly cradling her body to his as he closed his eyes inhaling her unique scent. Taking one last look into her eyes he saw only acceptance and trust. Gently placing a kiss onto her exposed neck he whispered a silent apology as he sunk his teeth deep into her skin. Almost instantly the flames of pain that had once consumed him had dulled until becoming non existent. His strength somehow more then it had once been. Though he knew it must have been due to Isabella's blood he couldnt help but relish in the new power growing within taste of her blood was unlike anything he had ever tasted. She had saved him from death. Not asking him for anything in return other than trust in her to help him and yet had treated her not to kindly.

He felt her go slightly limp in his arms and immediately he pulled back. He had almost drained her of all her blood. Guilt coursed through him as he bit into his wrist pressing it into her mouth. He could tell that even weak she was fighting to survive. Keeping his wrist in place he studied her face. She was pale with long luxurious lashes, just a shade darker than her silky abundance of mahogany hair. She truly was an exquisite beauty. Several moments passed before he removed his wrist. He picked her up with extreme gentleness, cradling her as if she were a porcelain doll. Afraid that the slightest jerk would somehow destroy her in her weak state. He carried her up the stairs to his room where he laid her on his infamous black sheets. Liking the way she looked in his bed and how right it felt he couldn't contain himself from laying next to her. But that hadn't been enough for him he needed to feel her so he grabbed her into his arms placing her head just above his heart. Closing his eyes he couldn't help but feel how right this was.

~Timeless~

As I walked up the stairs in search of Stefan. I thought I heard some noise coming from Damon's room. But after no one answered after I knocked on his door I opened to take a look inside. And the sight before me was not what I had expected.

"Really Damon! Another one? God can't you go one day without compelling some dumb co-ed?"

Hey guys I am super super sorry that it had taken me a while to update I was sort of all over the place in where and what I wanted to this chapter to end up like. I know some questions are still left unsolved but I promise the answers will be coming within the next few chapters! But the main question that has been asked has already been answered. This is officially a DAMONxBELLA story! Like?!Don't like?! Please let me know. I like when you guys send me reviews and messages with questions and suggestions it actually has been helping me with a lot on the direction of this story.

Special note:

The first portion of this chapter contained some dialogue from the tv series. And the rest was co-written by my younger sister Kiki who wanted to help me out since I was babysitting her while working on this chapter! So Kiki Thanks!