Isobel POV

I walked up the cement steps of the Salvatore house and knocked on the large door.

I was pretty tired from the night before, but that's what coffee was for.

Damon opened the door his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

He crossed his arms and leaned against the door nonchalantly.

"I told you I would come over yesterday."

He shrugged his shoulders focusing his gaze on a nearby tree.

"Jerk" I huffed.

I know he was expecting some sort of an explanation for acting like a bitch last night, but he wasn't going to get one.

I just wanted to forget last night.

I was tired of dwelling on all this negative crap that happened in the past, which was pretty much impossible for me since I constantly had to relive it.

That's why I loved spending time with Damon….he helped me forget. And remind me to focus on what was happening right now.

And I needed that because being in my situation, sometimes the lines between past and present blurred.

He continued to remain quiet.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going to apologize, because frankly I'm not sorry."

He just starred at me, saying nothing.

"Well are you gonna let me in?" I questioned.

He stepped aside and gestured for me to come in.

I brushed past him and he followed me into the living room. I plopped onto the couch.

"So what movie do you want to watch?" I asked in an attempt to break the silence.

He ignored me and sat down on the opposite side of the couch.

"So what are you giving me the silent treatment now?" I queried.

He smirked nodding his head.

I chuckled. That's when I knew he wasn't really mad at me. He was just deciding to be an asshole.

"Oh how can I ever get you to talk to me again?" I teased, moving closer to him.

He shrugged his shoulders once again.

I leaped on top of him sliding my fingers into his back pocket. Are faces were inches apart.

His eyes widened as he sat there still. The expression on his face told me that he had no idea what the hell I was doing.

I wrapped my hand around his cell phone and slipped it out of his pocket.

I hastily got off of him and ran into the bathroom, locking the door.

Luckily he didn't follow me.

"I'm calling Stefan." I shouted towards him. I was lying, but now he would surely talk to me.

He laughed smugly, "You don't have his number."

I smiled victorious, "Oh yes I do! Check your pocket." I chirped. "What did you think I suddenly couldn't control myself around you anymore, and I just had to grab your ass?"

Seconds later the door was ripped off its hinges and discarded on the floor.

"Ok I was not expecting that." I muttered.

He charged into the small tiled room.

"Give it to me." He said sternly.

"Ok" I said handing it back to him.

"Really? That's it?" he said obviously expecting some sort of objection.

"Yup" I said happily "All I wanted to do was get you to talk to me...and I did."

I glided past him pleased that I accomplished my goal.

He stood there bewildered. "Were you ever actually going to call him?"

I sat back down on the couch, "No. Why would I? I promised you I wouldn't talk to him till you were ready."

"Oh" he mumbled clearly puzzled.

He snapped out of his confusion, and laid down on the couch next to me placing his head in my lap.

"What are you gonna do about the door?" I questioned, considering he made a huge mess.

He stared up at me "I'll let Stefan clean it up. I believe we have a movie to watch."

I laughed.

"Is the godfather good for you?"

He nodded eagerly. I knew he would agree, its one of his favorite movies.

Damon POV

Isobel fell asleep about halfway through the movie, who knows how?

I mean the godfather is probably one of the greatest films ever made.

But even my love for the movie could not hold my interest when Isobel was lying so close to me.

That's when an idea popped into my head.

I smirked to myself… paybacks a bitch.

I allowed my fangs to fully extend and I hovered over her.

I nudged her slightly to get her to open her eyes.

I impatiently waited for the sheer terror that would cross her delicate features when she woke to see me floating above her.

However I was extremely disappointed.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she gave me a brief confused look and then grinned playfully.

"You're going to have to do way better than that."

She pushed me off of her and gave me a mischievous come hither look. Her violet eyes sparkled with excitement.

She screamed, and began to run away.

So this was the game she wanted to play?

I gave her a few seconds head start before chasing after her.

She went to run upstairs when I blocked her, she shrieked and spun around quickly…. but not nearly quick enough.

I snaked my arm around her waist and lifted her off the floor carrying her back into the living room.

She started laughing hysterically in between her squealing. She tried to squirm out of my grasp but failed miserably.

I pinned her gently to the floor, before lowering my fangs closer and closer to her neck.

I was amazed at how much Isobel trusted me.

I knew if Elena was in this situation she would surly ask me what I was doing or push me away.

I placed a tender kiss on Isobel's neck and she giggled.

I gazed into her eyes. And for a second I thought to hell with Elena... she is who I want.

However the sweet moment vanished when I was abruptly thrown off of Isobel and sent hurdling into the wall.

I could feel the wall crack beneath me as my head slammed into one of the many pictures the house was decorated with. Glass shattered everywhere, and as I moved to get up I could feel glass fragments shift underneath my skin.

My body began to ache with pain. What the hell was that?

I quickly looked up to see Isobel sitting on the ground unharmed with Stefan standing protectively in front of her.

He always had to ruin everything.

Stefan POV

"I thought we were going to the movies today?" Elena whined.

"We are. I just forgot something."

I lied I didn't forget anything, I just was curious as to what Damon was up to.

We walked up the steps when I heard loud screams coming from the house.

Elena looked up at me fearfully. I quickly headed inside I could hear Elena's footsteps trailing behind me.

I saw Damon hovering over some girl, ready to tear her throat out.

I immediately pushed him off of her, throwing him into the wall.

He was surprised to say the least.

Elena arrived and immediately went to comfort the girl.

"It's ok." Elena cooed.

"Get the hell off of me." She said pushing Elena away from her.

"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help you." Elena said resting a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Seriously try and touch me again, and you'll have a black eye." She spat fiercely.

Damon chuckled.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled.

He clearly had this poor girl so deep under his influence, that she was resisting help.

He looked at me confused.

His eyes traveled to the girl and then back to me. I could tell he was furious, but there was something else there… he seemed to be jealous.

I guess I must have interrupted his meal.

Suddenly the nameless girl ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck.

She looked up at me revealing two piercing violet eyes. "Don't you remember me? It's me Angelina…well Isobel now." She chirped happily.

What? Did she mean Angelina Gallo? It couldn't be her… she was dead. I went to her funeral… I watched the townspeople bury her.

I turned towards Damon for confirmation, and he gave me a reassuring nod.

I grasped onto her tighter.

"How is this possible?" I breathed.

"Long story. But i'm sure Damon would love to tell you."

I felt her arms untwine from around me and I reluctantly let go of her.

Angelina or Isobel made her way towards Damon and placed a hand on his chest and whispered something into his ear. He nodded and she brushed past him to sit on the couch.

Were they together?

Elena followed Angelina, although evidently she already didn't like her.

I stumbled towards Damon. I was feeling a little dizzy.

Damon grasped my shoulders to steady me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah…I'm fine. Just a little shocked that's all."

I wanted to believe it was Angelina but I was unsure.

I focused my gaze on the back of her head. Afraid that if I looked away for a mere moment she would just disappear.

"Is it really her?" I whispered softly.

"Yes"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." He stated flatly.

I wasn't convinced.

I turned to him, "But how? I know how much it tormented you to leave her. Maybe you just want to believe its her so bad that your letting a stranger impersonate her an-".

He interrupted my rant, "It's definitely her. She knows something no one would have known." He looked up at me sincerely. "Trust me…. it's Angelina."

The look on his face told me he was definitely sure.

"But how?" I stuttered.

"Honestly I don't even really know how it's possible…. but in a nutshell she was reincarnated."

"Why did she say her name was Isobel?"

"Because that's her name now. And word of advice, don't call her Angelina, it upsets her."

"So this is who you've been hiding the past month?"

"Yup"

"Are you two…together now?" I tensed uncertain if I wanted to know the answer.

"Nope, I'm still after your girl." He smirked.

I took a breath of relief.

I starred at Ang-…Isobel in awe. Even with the complete change of her appearance, she was still just as stunning as before.

Old feelings rushed back.

Unconsciously I felt the corners of my mouth spread into a smile at the sudden awareness that she was back…..the love of my life was back.

Sorry, I would have posted sooner but I had a major test this week and I had to study.
But if you want to see the next chapter sooner, if I get 2 reviews I promise I'll post a new chapter up tomorrow...it's going to be about the mysterious man.