"I'm surprised Damon isn't here at your rescue already, he's taking his time. It's a shame that by the time he gets here you'll probablies be dead." Lola watched as Tina crossed her arms and then went and gracefully rested on the arm of the red leather chair on the opposite side of the room. "Tina, why do this to me? What have I done that's so bad?" Lola could feel the tears floating down her cheek and dropping onto her shirt. "Give up with the water works, you human's are so emotional. So you want to know why I'm doing this? Well, you stole my guy didn't you." Tina looked down towards the floor and looked pained. Which was strange because Lola never even knew that she knew Damon. "What do you mean by stole your guy, Tina? I never even knew that you knew Damon." Tina lifted her head and just kept a saddened expression wiped on her face. Lola could see her trying to force a desprete, scary smile but it wasn't coming. That's when she put all the pieces together, "You love Damon, dont you?" Lola spoke sympathetically, she actually felt for Tina. Who now moved, and actually sat on the chair with the same saddened expression as before. "Yes, I do. You don't even know half the story. All this time I've waited and now he's found his soulmate, I have no chance." Tina's eyes were glistening, it looked like she wanted to cry but she couldn't, nothing came out. "Tina, will you tell me what happened please? I would just like to know how you know Damon. I'm sorry." Tina just turned expresionless that's when she started explaining.
Flashback - 5th Janurary 1864
It was 1864, the sun was spreading around the Salvatore's mansion. Tina stood, dressed in a red dress that floated by her ankles at the wooden front door. The door opened a crack and a boy around 20 appeared. He was gorgeous, jet black hair, sparkling blue eyes. The first time their eyes met, she felt something she'd never felt before. Outside it was warm for Janurary. As the boy spoke, Tina felt her heart race and the blood rush to her face. "Good Morning, Damon Salvatore," He put his hand out in a gesture for a hand shake, she shook it with sweaty palms. "What is it that you'd like?" She just stood there, searching in her mind for the right words to say, then she just let the words tumble out, "I was wondering Mr. Salvatore if I could have a place to say. If that would be ok? I'll help with gardening and cooking. Nobody will have to pay me for it. Also..." Damon interrupted her , speaking calmly, "I'm afraid you'll have to speak with my father, I'm sure he'll happily let you stay. By the way, just call me Damon." That's what she wanted to hear, she couldn't handle living alone any longer, she knew Damon had been the one she'd been waiting for. The salvatore's mansion was exactly the place she needed to be right now. The outside world scared her. After her parents had died she thought there was no hope for her. Her parents left a lot of money behind, she could afford to pay for the room for a few months maybe, the salvatore's mansion wasn't cheap to stay at. "Father, we have a girl asking to stay. Offering to pay and do housework." Damon shouted to his father, his father replied with "Send her through." Damon led the way to his father's office, she looked around at how beautiful this house really was. All the antique wooden furniture and the leather antique arm chairs. The architecture of the house was also exquisite. As they came to the outside of his fathers office, she noticed the door was wide open. "Hello father." His father lifted his head up from the sheets he was reading and took his reading glasses off. "Hello Damon. Come in by all means. I'm Damon's father, Giuseppe." She noticed that in this house they always needed a hand shake to prove trust. She shook it, understanding that she had to or she'd be seen to of been rude. "Good Morning, Mr Salvatore. My name's Tina Valentino. I came to ask to stay here. As I am an orphaned child. I am happy to help out with your daily household jobs. I can also pay as much as it is to stay here." She came across very confident and polite. Giuseppe liked this very much and offered her one of the best rooms in the house. He also said she could stay there for free but she had to do the housework when he asked. She agreed with a broad smile on her face. This was it, she knew she'd be able to stay with him.
"That's when Katherine came and ruined it all." Tina spoke shakily, her expression was crushed with heartbreak, Lola could she was dieing on the inside. She felt sorry for her, after all she knew what it was like for the one you love too leave you. "I'm sorry Tina. Honestly, I really, truely am. Did Katherine turn you?" Tina looked at Lola and just shook her head, unable to speak. Remembering the days, made Tina want to breakdown and weep but she had to stay strong. In front of a human girl, she'd look pathetic. "That bitch turned me, yeah. Not much I could've done about it, we became friends and then one night she just came up to me and went 'Damon's mine', then she fed me her blood and snapped my kneck. So I came back a vampire. Even though she never really loved Damon. She was a compulsive liar. Didn't care about anybody but herself." It felt like Tina just wanted to pour all of her thoughts out but so many had built up over the years, there was too much too tell. She started to feel a connection of friendship with Lola. Even thought she wanted her dead for Damon's decision, it wasn't Lola's fault that they were soulmates. Nothing she did would change that and killing Lola wouldn't achieve anything. She decided it was worth keeping Lola here, until Damon came, she had too see him again even if it was the last time.
Damon put the car up too full speed. Bonnie held onto the leather seat, secretely she was petrified of the car going this fast but she knew it'd be better going faster instead of slower. "Hey Bonnie, can I ask you something?" Damon asked in his normal tone. Bonnie still felt awkward being in the car with Damon, never mind him asking her questions but she thought about it, then decided to let him ask. "Go ahead." She stared out the window, not wanting to make eye contact, still grabbing onto the seat. "Why are you nearly ripping my leather seat with your nails? You're forgetting how expensive they are to get repaired." Damon said with as much sarcasm as he could and smirked. "Get over it Damon! If you even cared about Lola , you wouldn't care less if I was ripping your leather stupid seat or not." Damon was startled by Bonnie's sudden outburst. He felt he needed to talk but with Bonnie, it was awkward since they practically loathed each other. Since Bonnie was the only one in the car, he had to talk to her, even if he didn't really want to. "So how's Lola been?" Damon questioned her. Bonnie just turned to the side window, then answered "If you were even so much as worried, you'd of rang her but you didn't seem to care. Every time she called you, you ignored the call. In my opinion, it's been as if she hasn't existed until the other night. She's hardly ever been out the house, it was as if she wanted to commit suicide and that's your fault! You should be ashamed of yourself." Bonnie's sterness was making Damon pissed off and the car got faster. "Oh so now you're having an arguement with me? Is that really sensible Bonnie? You're forgetting the one who's driving the car. By the way, I cared more than you can ever imagine, do you even realise how many times I thought about staking myself to get rid of the pain of being away from her? No I didn't think you would. So give it up pissing me off because I could turn the car over and kill you and believe me , I really wouldn't think twice about it." Damon's frustration really showed. Bonnie thought she wasn't scared of him anymore but now she was shaking, she knew what he'd do if she did anything else. So she just slouched further down the chair , still looking out the window. She shivered violently as she felt herself turn ice cold. She watched as Damon turned the head lights off, knowing that they were approaching Daisy's house and it'd be too dangerous too show any sign of people approaching. "So, spy service ready then?" Damon joked and Bonnie just glared at him. He got the message and just let it go. At this time, joking and messing about was unnescessary to say the least. Damon should've known better, but he felt suddenly nervous about seeing Tina. After all, it had been a long time.
Flashback - 20th Janurary 1864
Damon and Tina were down byhe stream, letting the sun rays warm them through. Tina's head was rested on Damon's solid chest as he stroked her hair and twisted it in his fingers. "Well, what would you like to do now? We have been lieing here for a while." Damon asked, curious too see the things she might say. Instead, she lifted her head from his chest and rested back onto her heels, looking at him with a dazzling smile on her face, she replied "Are you bored? I'm sorry. I'm not the best company. Do you have any plans for tonight?" He was shocked by the last part, he wondered what she might have in mind. "No, of course I'm not bored, you're fantastic company and I'm not sure I do have any plans for tonight. What would you like to do? Anything you have in mind?" He watched Tina's smile turn into a smirk as she stood up and started walking with her hand out waiting for him. Jumping up, he took her hand hastily in too his own and entwined their fingers. They strolled aimlessly for a while along the river bank, when Tina just stopped. She pulled Damon round to face her then looked deep into his eyes and put spoke seriously, "Damon, do you love me?" She looked pleadingly towards him, he knew what his answer was and he told her, embracing her tightly, "Yes beautiful, of course I love you." Once they'd let go of each other, they linked hands again and started walking back towards the Salvatore mansion. That was the day he saw her, for the first time. Katherine Pierce, the girl he fell in love with from first sight. He got sweaty palms and he felt his body heat up rapidly. Unlinking their hands, he said "I have to go now. Goodbye." Instead of giving her a goodbye kiss, he just left her standing there. He saw the rejection as he looked back for the first time.