I had some technical difficulties yesterday and I couldn't post. But I got it to work, so as promised here is chapter 10.
Now in the double digits baby wooo!

? POV

I watched her from afar through the Salvatore's window. The sunlight danced off her hair into a million tiny diamonds. I could hear her melodic laugh from where I stood, pleasurable chills cascaded down my spine.

Her beauty reminded me of the first day I met her, so hesitant yet she held a raging fire within her. She was one of the finest human specimens I had ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on.

(Flashback- Italy (Pisa) late 1700s)

I glided into the "negozio di servizi e di beni". Apparently Frediano had some sort of business deal he wanted to make with me.

"What is it Frediano? Please enlighten me on what was so important that I had to be torn away from the comforts of Rome."

His frail body shook, "Oh please forgive me sir, I did not wish to cause you any inconvenience…. It's just that I believe I have a particular good that you will be very interested in."

This got me curious. I nodded for him to continue.

"She is one of the most handsome women in all of Italy. She has no family, friends, she is all alone. So there will be no one to interfere with our little transaction."

I glanced around the room for a sight of this woman…but found nothing.

"Where is she then?" I questioned my patience fading.

"One moment sir." He skittishly went into a back room, where he gruffly grabbed hold of a woman's arm and towed her into the room.

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my pulse elevating.

She was perfect.

Her long silky light brown hair trailed down her back, and it shimmered red when the light touched it. A faint pink seeped through her sun-kissed skin.

And her eyes…they were absolutely stunning. They were a shade of violet like I've never seen.

Not even the loveliest flower was comparable to her.

"She is beautiful no?"

I gave Frediano a smile of approval.

She stood there timidly, and I wondered if she knew what was going on in front of her.

"How much?" I said coolly.

His beady eyes flickered with greed. "5,000 lira."

The woman whimpered slightly.

I reached inside of my coat pocket and fished out a large envelope.

"There you are." I said placing it into his prune like hand.

As he counted the money, his eyes bulged out of his skull at the fact that I had paid in full.

"Take her." He muttered with a dismissive flick of his hand.

I extended my arm for her to take, however instead she spun around to face the man who had just sold her.

"Father" she cried. "How could you do this? I am your daughter…does that mean nothing to you?"

He refused to look at her.

She grasped his hands between her own and begged, "I know we are not as wealthy as we once were…but maybe if you did not drink and gamble away your money we could have a good life."

He recoiled his hands from her grip.

"You're her father?" I stated my voice harsh.

"Yes, but I assure you will have no trouble with me. I'm grateful to get rid of the whore. Don't worry no one will come searching for her. Her mothers been dead 11 years now and I would have gotten rid of her sooner if she hadn't caught the attention of the Salvatore's. They surely would have looked for her…. but don't you worry about them, they're dead as dirt now." He stuttered.

Satisfied with the answer I grasped her arm gently, and began to lead her out.

She struggled against me and pleaded in one last feeble attempt, "please father…don't do this."

He did not so much give her one last glance.

I turned to the small-minded man. "Don't ever contact me again."

He nodded reluctantly, obviously hoping that I would come back for further business.

Once we exited the small shop I released her, "Are you ready darling?" I cooed.

She glared at me with hatred and began to storm off.

I took hold of her arm and yanked her back.

She blinked furiously in shock.

"You follow me. Not the other way around." I said fiercely.

"Ok" she mumbled.

"Good."

I soon found myself staring at her.

Entranced by her beauty I reached my hand out to caress her face, but she shrunk away from me.

"What is your name?" I ordered.

"Angelina…Angelina Gallo." She stated her confidence building.

"Well it is a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Calogero. I believe we will be spending much of our time together now."

Her eyes wandered away from my gaze. "Look at me." I ordered.

She obeyed.

Our eyes locked.

She was by far the best purchase I had ever made. I believe she will bring me great pleasure.

I had become a lucky man.

"Come, let me show you your new home." I said to her, offering my arm.

She took it cautiously.

She peered up at me shyly as we strolled to the carriage.

She did not know it yet, but she would never be returning to this godforsaken place again…..Angelina would be mine forever.

We walked arm in arm with the glow of the sun disappearing behind us, ready for our new life to begin.

I smiled at the sudden nostalgia, but oh how mistaken I was back then.

I thought that after that day we would be together for all eternity.

I did not know I would have to compete for her love. The very idea was idiotic, for I was a superior being.

Had I known the Salvatore's were still alive I would have killed them.

However it was my own mistake. For the past century I've been occupied with other affairs and had neglected my careful search for her reappearance.

I was angry with myself that I had let her slip through my fingers, and let her come into contact with the Salvatore's.

My mind drifted back to the scene in the window…but suddenly I wished it hadn't.

The younger Salvatore stared at her with such lust and longing, that it made me want to tear out his throat this very moment.

Consequently I knew it would upset her so I decided against it. For this time she would love me.

I was tired of chasing her century after century.

She would not flee from my grasp like she had done countless times before.

Only when she was finally in my clutches would I discard of those two ignorant fools.

Ugh…now the older one was desiring her.

It was absolutely revolting seeing the two of them swoon over her.

How she did not see the loving looks given by both brothers I did not know.

I was a jealous man, and seeing Isobel with them made me sick.

Every new life she was born into, her and Damon were drawn to each other like magnets.

This time I had failed to prevent them from seeing one another, and unfortunately it would be much harder to separate them.

…I could always kill her again. But I really did not care to wait that long for our inevitable reunion.

I soaked in one last image of her, and then turned around and began walking underneath the waning glow of the moon.