Anastasia's eyes flickered opened and she knitted them in confusion when she saw that she wasn't in the boarding house anymore. She saw that she was sleeping on a mattress and briefly wondered if this was a dream.

She saw that she was in some type of basement that really gave her the creeps. She saw stairs and walked up them leading to an old white door. She twisted the door knob and opened the door. She was even more confused when she walked inside of her living room back at home. Anastasia heard tiny feet going down the stairs and saw that it was herself when she was only a little girl. Her pigtails flying about as she laughed and looked behind her like someone was chasing her.

"Come and catch me," she taunted then ran out the door.

"Wait," an older boy yelled.

Anastasia didn't even recognize the older boy though he was older than her that was for sure. She walked closer to them which led to them now being outside. The older boy looked to be about fifteen while she was about nine or so. She walked closer to them and saw the older boy catch her around the waist then swing her around, laughing.

Do I know him?

He does look oddly familiar to me.

Anastasia froze when she saw a dark figure behind them. He was walking down the street that they were playing on as the older boy set her down on her feet then just walked away into the woods. The dark figure became clearer and she whispered, "Eric?"

Eric was wearing a black suit and he looked so different than she remembered. His hair wasn't as messy like she remembered and he looked much older. She knew he was a vampire, but this was a whole different side of him that she had never seen before. It perplexed her greatly. Eric walked to a bush that had daisies in them and he easily plucked one from it. He looked so calm and collected like he was some sort of God maybe and he kind of looked arrogant a little bit. He twirled it around between his thumb and index finger as he brought it up to his nose, smelling it with his other hand in his black coat pocket.

The little girl turned around and stared up at the man as he bent down and handed her the flower.

"Hi there."

"My mommy says that I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

Why don't I remember this…this was when right after I took my pills for the first time and then the voices went away? Shouldn't I remember him? Unless he…he must've compelled me then. If that were true then why am I remembering it?

Eric chuckled. "You should listen to your mother. Here I'll tell you my name. It's Elijah."

"Oh, I'm Anastasia, but you can call me Ana or Annie."

"There." He said. "Now we're not strangers anymore."

The little girl laughed and smiled brightly at Eric or Elijah or whoever this man was. He lied to me…h-he lied to me. He's always been lying to me. Why lie to me? Why couldn't he just tell me his real name? What is he hiding?

Elijah/Eric handed the daisy to her and she actually blushed at it. Then he actually kissed her on the forehead and whispered something in her ear then compelled her to forget all about it.

Anastasia gasped as she shot up in bed, looking frantically around her bedroom. She remembered taking her pills and then going to bed…Anastasia took her phone which was placed on the end table and widened her eyes when she saw that she had practically been sleeping for two days now.

Luckily it was daylight right now which made her kind of glad. She saw that it was nearly eleven in the morning and she guessed that it must've been a school day which now means that the house is empty. A smirk appeared on her face as she thought, and I'm all alone…oh the things that I am going to do today now.

And no one can stop me!

Anastasia saw the missed calls from Eric/Elijah and she deleted them, letting him know with her ignoring him that she was beyond pissed off. So pissed off in fact that she promised herself that she must do something reckless like jump off of something, but was the last thing that she would do right now. She threw her sheets off of her body since they were tangled in them and took a quick shower. After that she decided to wear a black V-neck that happened to belong to Damon, but she never returned it to him and she really didn't want to because it was airy and also very, very comfortable like seriously she might just steal all of his shirts and run away with them because of that.

She wore light blue shorts with her usual black combat boots and grabbed her bag. Anastasia thought she looked cool when she put her sunglasses on as she walked down the stairs. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion as she heard clanking in the kitchen. She randomly grabbed an object for protection as she pushed her back into the wall.

She yelled and threw the object in the air at the person when she jumped out and into the kitchen.

Damon grabbed the object that was directed at his face and mused, "A pillow?! You really think that a pillow will protect you?"

Anastasia frowned at him. "Well, I didn't really think that it was a pillow actually. I meant to grab the vase, but I missed it I think."

Damon stared at her for a moment then shrugged and threw the pillow at her which he laughed at when it hit her in the face.

"Ow," she moaned and took off her sunglasses. "Man, don't hate the glasses. They're new."

Damon started to get food out and put them in a bowl or plate as he ignored her.

"What is this?"

"Jenna's barbecue." He answered as she walked towards the food. She stuffed a couple of chips into her mouth and eyed the white box on the counter.

"What's that?" she pointed.

Damon smiled proudly as he turned around and said, "That is peach cobbler."

Anastasia pretended to gag and then said simply, "Sounds disgusting. So does it have cobbles in it cause you know it's a peach cobbler with cobblestones in it so that's why they call it that."

Damon opened the box and shook his head. "See?" he pronounced to her like she was some kind of child. "There are no cobblestones in there."

She rolled her eyes and argued, "Well, it looks disgusting."

"No, it's not. It's perfect."

"Did you make it, wifey?"

Damon pursed his lips and this would have been the time for her to stop making him angry and irritated, but he hurt her and she was still angry at him. "No, I didn't."

"Then why are you getting so protective over this thingy?"

"It's a pie, not a thingy."

"It's poisonous is what it's called, Damon."

She heard him growl lowly. "Have you even tried this before?"

"No cause I hate pie."

Damon smirked at her then grabbed a spoon with a piece of the "pie" on it. "Well, today's the day that you're gonna try it."

She shook her head stubbornly. "Nah-uh, I'm not going to die today."

"It's not going to kill you."

"Yes, it is." She insisted and backed away from him. "And do you know what I say to the God of Death?"

She turned and started to run when she yelled, "NOT TODAY!"

Damon had literally tackled her to the couch in front of the TV with the spoon filled with death which she is now starting to call "The Death Spoon" from now. She held his wrist away from her and twisted her head from side to side, struggling underneath him with Damon in between her legs.

"Not today," she told him.

"Come on…here comes the…the choo-choo train," Damon grunted as he tried to get it in her mouth.

"Not today!"

"Stop quoting Game Of Thrones!"

"Never!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, open your mouth," he yelled. "Try it!"

"No, it's disgusting, Damon." She argued then shut her mouth tight when it was near her lips because her strength against Damon was failing greatly right now.

Suddenly Damon's hand roughly cupped her sex through her shorts and she gasped at the sensation of someone being down there in a very long time, much against her dismay of course. Damon quickly shoved the Death Spoon into her mouth then made her shut her mouth.

He held it together by putting his hand over her mouth as he ordered, "Swallow it. Swallow. Swallow."

She glared angrily at him as she swallowed the horrible thing and Damon cooed, "Good girl. That's it."

Immediately Jenna, Elena, and Mason? Yeah, Mason came running into the living room, looking at them. They looked suddenly relieved at the sight of them which really confused her.

"What the hell were you two doing?" Jenna questioned.

"She refused to eat my pie and she never even tried it," Damon explained calmly as he straddled her when he sat up.

"Yeah because it's disgusting and I hate it." Anastasia snapped.

"So you force her to eat it," Elena inquired.

Damon nodded. "Yes because she was being so damn stubborn and didn't want to try something new."

Anastasia looked quizzically at them and titled her head to the side. "Why do you guys looked relieved… and yet scarred at the same time?"

Jenna turned a bright red as she said, "No reason. Excuse me while I go make um something."

She quickly went into the kitchen, avoiding all eyes. Elena looked so nervous as she said softly, "Yeah, I think…you know what, I think I hear Caroline calling me."

Elena went outside and Mason smirked at them with his hands in his pockets. He looked so amused right now that it almost made her want to punch him square in the freaking face.

"What?" she barked at Mason.

"They just thought that…" Mason stifled his laughter and then cleared his throat. "They thought that you were giving Damon a blowjob."

Her jaw dropped while Damon's lips curved at the thought of actually having her lips around his cock right now. He resisted the urge to rearrange himself in his pants because he was getting hard at the thought which he couldn't have in front of Mason.

"We didn't think that," Jenna shouted from the kitchen as Anastasia looked up at Damon whilst still underneath him.

Jenna must've gestured something to Mason because he just turned and left. Not a few seconds later did they hear the door close. It was very quite between them while Damon stared down at her and she avoided looking at him. His hand lifted and then his finger grazed over her chest.

"D-Damon…get off of me," she said softly.

He continued with his fingers trailing over the top half of her body. "Is this my shirt?"

She gulped nervously. "Damon, please-"

"Is. This. My. Shirt." He asked as he stopped straddling her and now lay back in between her legs again, their bodies shamelessly pushed together now.

She looked at him. "Yes."

Damon chuckled and his eyes trailed hungrily all over her body then stopping at her breasts for a moment before looking back into her eyes. "Mmmn…I like it on you."

Anastasia bit back the moan that erupted in her throat when his hand boldly cupped her breast. He leaned forward and slowly kissed her softly. The kiss surprised her since with Damon; he always kissed her with such roughness and passion that made her breathless most of the time. So when he kissed her with such…with such…love, it dumbfounded her greatly. He was fucking her doppelganger for god's sakes! She would rather die a thousand painful deaths then be anyone's second choice or cast off.

Damon's tongue seeked entrance into her mouth and she found herself opening her mouth and letting their tongue feel each other up again. There was this sense of formality whenever Damon touched that confused her a lot. It was like she knew him for a very long time and she felt this safety with him. He was very sensual towards her and her body. As he kissed almost every square inch of her body, he was as if he were admiring it for himself.

The question as to why she wasn't throwing him off of her plagued her mind as she watched him.

Be angry. Be angry. Be angry. Be angry. Be angry. Be angry. Be angry. For God's sake just be fucking angry at him right now and push him away from you. It's honestly not that hard.

Damon nibbled on her neck and she let out a breathless gasp at his cool and silk-like lips against her sensitive spot. His hand unbuttoned and then unzipped her shorts. Her hands grabbed his shoulders when she felt his hand slip inside of her panties. She felt his fingers softly rub her wet folds causing her to moan softly, her body betraying her once again.

"You're so wet right now," he mused then kissed the corner of her mouth. He looked her straight in the eyes when he asked, "Do you like this?"

She opened her mouth to answer him, but then he sped away from her and across the room. She heard voices and quickly zipped and buttoned her shorts up while Damon readjusted himself in his pants. She blushed and averted her eyes as she saw the huge bulge in his pants. Anastasia sat up and heard her phone ringing in her bag which was still on the table. She stood up and immediately answered it.

"Hello?"

"Oh God, I had thought that…" Eric/Elijah said breathlessly through the phone. "I had thought the worst, Ana."

"Hold on, let me go somewhere private," Anastasia said then went into the backyard, going towards the fence and then leaning against it.

"Are you alright? How come you didn't answer any of my calls?" he asked curiously.

She put her hand on her hip and said simply, "Take a hint, Eric. I'm beyond…" She let out an angry huff. "You know what there is not even a word to describe how extremely angry I am at you, Eric. OR SHOULD I SAY ELIJAH!"

"Just calm down, Anastasia, I can explain. Just keep your voice down." He whispered.

"FUCK YOU! YOU WANT ME TO KEEP MY VOICE DOWN! I DON'T CARE WHO HEAR'S US!" Anastasia shouted at the top of her lungs. "You lied to me! You know I hate it when people lie!"

"Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black now," he snapped.

"What did you just say to me?!"

She heard him sigh through the phone. "Ana-"

"No!" she snapped angrily. "I'm done with the lies, the constant hiding, the not being able to be with each other-it really shouldn't be this hard, Eric or whoever you are! I'm tired! I'm eighteen years old and I'm tired-now does that sound even right to you because it sure as hell doesn't to me."

She rubbed her eyes and then sighed heavily. "I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but I think we need to stop seeing each other."

"Anastasia…" he started then stopped himself. He cleared his throat and continued, "I understand. I won't call on you anymore. I promise, but I just want you to know that I will always love you."

"Goodbye, Eric," Anastasia said and then hung up.

She made her way back inside and saw all of them staring at her-Caroline, Elena, Damon, Alaric, Mason, and Jenna. She squinted her eyes at them and warned, "You know it's not nice to eavesdrop on people's conversation?"

Mason scoffed. "You have no right to say anything about that."

"I do not-"

"Yes, you do," they all said in unison.

Anastasia groaned in frustration and then threw her arms up in the air. "Fine! Okay, we broke up…for good this time."

Mason handed her the bottle and said, "You need the entire bottle, baby girl."

Anastasia shrugged and then took a gulp out of it.

"Hey, parental guardian in the room," Jenna told them.

Anastasia handed the bottle back to Mason and then smiled sweetly at Jenna. "You didn't see anything. For all you know, that liquid in that bottle is apple juice."

Jenna chuckled and sighed, "I'll let you off the hook just this once because you had a bad break-up."

"It wasn't a bad break-up…at the end of it. I think he really understands where I'm coming from."

"Just be careful," Elena told her. "He could be crazy for all we know."

Anastasia nodded and then saluted Elena. "Yes, sir."

Mason sat down and she sat next to him. Damon turned around and put the "pie" in front of Mason.

"Do you want to do the honors?" He teased and Anastasia looked curiously at the SILVER knife in the pie. Could he be any more obvious? Now he's just being a jackass.

"Sure," Mason replied politely.

"See?" Anastasia said. "He's trying to make everyone try that nasty ass pie of his."

"I didn't make it," he huffed.

"Then why are you trying to make everyone try it." She argued. "Come on, honey, let's face it. Your pies aren't that good. The kitchen is just isn't in you, wifey."

Damon gave her a fake smile then watched as Mason turned the "pie" around along with the knife. He then dug his hand into the "pie" taking a piece out with his hand.

Mason gave them a boyish smile as he said, "I apologize. I'm an animal."

"It's alright, Mace. Damon's a little beast too," Anastasia reassured then smirked at Damon which he returned mischievously.

Alaric sat down at the head of the table with Damon sitting right across from Mason trying to rile him up or something.

"So, Mason, you and Jenna never dated?" Alaric asked casually though they could all see right through his plan.

Mason smiled and shook his head. "No, she was always lost in Logan Fell-land."

"No, you mean Douche Bag Land, Mason. Get your facts straight, buds," Anastasia told him seriously.

Mason laughed, but continued; "Besides I was too hung up on another Gillbert."

Can you say awkward much?

Alaric eyed them. "So you too…um…dated?"

Mason nodded and then put his arm around her and on the chair as Damon said, "That's funny cause Anastasia here told me that that never happened."

Anastasia opened her mouth, but Jenna interrupted her saying, "Well, that's because it wasn't supposed to happen. She was a minor at the time and this town liked to talk. How old were you again?"

"You know I really don't-"

"Oh now I remember."

"Jenna, we really don't need to-" Mason tried to reason.

"I believe that she was only fifteen years old when you mentioned to one of your friends that you had a thing, was it?"

Mason sighed and removed his arm from her. "A crush," he confessed.

Jenna's fake smile disappeared and she continued, "That's right. You were twenty-seven at the time and she was fifteen though who knows when you finally made a move on my niece, right? God knows how old Eric is."

Jenna stormed calmly out of the kitchen and into the backyard.

After a moment of terrible silence between them, Anastasia spoke up saying, "Just to be clear, it didn't last that long and we are now best friends." She stood up and said calmly, "Now if you all would excuse me…I'm going to go upstairs and scream into my pillow of pure embarrassment. Thank you very much."

Anastasia again had decided to hide up in her room.

She was currently watching some cartoons and lying on her bed in the dark with the TV being the only source of light in her room. Her door creaked opened and she saw Jenna standing there. Elena was behind her as well.

"Permission to come aboard, captain?" she tried to joke.

Anastasia didn't even glance at her as she responded, "Sure. Come on aboard the whore ship. I'm sure there's plenty of room since it's only me."

Jenna sighed and then closed the door. "I deserve that."

Jenna laid beside her on one side and Elena was on the other

"I'm sorry, but it still kind of pisses me off every time I see you two together." Jenna said. "I mean I know that you two are definitely not together anymore and are best friends."

Anastasia scoffed. "Jealous much, Aunt Jenna?"

"It's not jealousy." She protested. "It's just that…that you were a kid and he was a really good friend of mine-he took advantage of you in some way or another."

"Technically, in order for him to be considered a pedophile I would have to be below thirteen years old or mostly eleven, but still the same. So it would only be called statutory rape, but even then the sexual consent age is fourteen years old to eighteen years old."

"So you had sex with him," Elena asked.

Anastasia closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes."

"I thought Eric was your first?"

"He wasn't, but I didn't want to tell him what I did because I felt so ashamed."

"I remember his brother and your mom finding out." Jenna told her.

Anastasia had remembered it too…all too well.

WARNING: THERE WILL BE VERY MUCH RATED M IN THIS STORY SO SKIP THE ITALICS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS PART.

~July 26th, 2008~

Mason kissed her neck and she chuckled as she squirmed beneath him. Sixteen year old Anastasia pushes him aside and then stands up.

"Come and catch me," she teased as she ran towards the barn.

Her hair was tied into a single ponytail and she wore a pink sundress since it was so hot in the summer. She went into the barn and she lit the lamps since it was dark outside. There were of course piles and piles of hay everywhere and then there was there secret hiding place. The car that no one seemed to use, but it was in very good shape.

Since they were on Lockwood property, this was the car that they only used for parades in the streets. It was one of those old classic cars that were probably used back in the fifties. She heard Mason close the barn door and she smiled sweetly at him over his shoulder. He lifted her into his arms, her giggling filling his ears.

He opened the passenger seat of her car, pushed the seat up, and laid her on the backseat. He closed it behind him and stared down at her. She licked her lips and opened her legs. Her hands unbuttoned her top to where you could see the top of her breasts. His hand went to her skirt and lifted it up. He chuckled darkly as he saw no panties.

"Did you deliberately not wear panties for me?"

"No, I didn't. You took my last good pair of panties. You're lucky that my mother didn't notice that they were missing."

"You're not getting them back." He said then rested his hands on her milky white thighs.

His hand went to her hot core and rubbed the sensitive nub slowly. Anastasia moaned softly and he lightly kissed her lips. His hand went to her breast and squeezed it. She let out a moan against his lips and he smiled at how wet she was because of him. Her head leaned back as she moaned in pleasure when his finger started to speed up and he kissed her neck, nibbling on a spot on it that seemed to make her go crazy.

Mason stopped his movements. Mason moved the dress open and gazed lustfully at her breasts that were covered by a simply white lace bra. He moved her dress down her body until it was off of her completely. Mason crawled on top of her and her hands started to take off his white T-shirt as he kissed her. She threw his shirt onto the floor along with her dress and her hands roamed over the hard muscle covering his toned body.

His hand gripped her hip as he kissed his way down between her breasts. He hooked his finger under her bra and lifted them up. He unhooked it and slid it down her arms, throwing it carelessly onto the ground.

His hands kneaded her breasts together as his mouth sucked on her hardened nipples. Anastasia moaned loudly and arched her breasts further into him as he lay between her legs. She could feel his cock painfully hard and large against her inner thigh. She felt herself become even wetter than before just thinking about it. He was a surprisingly good lover for her then again he was only her first.

Anastasia's hands came to his shoulders and suddenly pushed him back. She sat up and on her legs as she lustfully kissed him once on the lips before nipping his bottom lip. She kissed down his body and then his abs, her hands were always so nervous when pleasuring him. She was also shy around him as well.

Anastasia unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped him. He groaned when he fell heavily into her shy palms; the sound almost erotic and…pained? She squeezed him gently she sized him with her tiny hands. He was so hard, like stone, and hot which she almost found odd really.

She slid both of her fists up his length from root to tip. She put him deep into her mouth and he left out a strained moan. She started to bob her head up and down as her tongue swirled around him then she pulled away and licked his entire length from top to bottom.

She suddenly felt herself being pushed back down on the seat with him on top of her. He kissed her passionately and feverishly as he thrust into her. Anastasia gasped, remembering how big he was. They stilled in each other's arms as her wet and warm walls adjusted to him. She was still so tight around him that he could almost barely move inside of her.

Mason's hips lifted up and then slammed into her causing her to let out a whimper as she spread her legs even further to let him go deeper inside of her. The scent of lust was heavy and humid in the tight air space of the car, a seductive mix of need. Her skin was flushed and tingling, her breasts heavy and tender, wanting attention to them as they bounced up and down when he pounded into her now. She moaned his name like it was a prayer to her.

His hands found the back of her thighs and pushed them forward to her chest. She let out a loud moan same as his pleasurable one when this let him go deeper inside of her.

"God…" Mason groaned. "I miss being inside of you. I just love…love how fucking tight you are."

Mason felt her walls tighten around his cock eagerly and it made him smile down at his girlfriend…the woman he loves. He doesn't care how old she is because it was only but a number and she made him actually happy. She closed her eyes in pleasure and moved her hips with his making him pick up speed.

Anastasia screamed in sudden pain when she felt Mason being violently pull out of her. She shot open her eyes and gasped when she saw the mayor a.k.a Mason's brother slam him into the wall just across from them.

"Mama?" Anastasia said breathlessly when her mother opened the other passenger door beside her and wrapped a blanket around her. She helped her out of the car and saw her Aunt Jenna standing at the doorway of the barn and luckily it was just her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MASON, HUH?!" His brother screamed. "FOR GOD'S SAKES, SHE'S BARELY EVEN SIXTEEN YEARS OLD!"

"I love her," Mason whispered.

"You're sick," her mother exclaimed furiously at him. "You stay the hell away from my daughter."

"You can't keep us apart forever," he told her mother.

"Watch me. Over my dead body will I ever let you see her again," she snarled. "Richard, keep your brother away from now on."

Richard nodded. "I agree and it's no problem. I'm so terribly sorry for my brother's actions trust me it won't happen again."

Her mother nodded and dragged her out of the barn. Anastasia strained her neck behind her and was able to get one last glance at the boy who used to chase her and the boy who was utterly in love with.

The boy who had gotten her pregnant.

"Where are we going?" she asked softly.

"We're going to the hospital," her mother whispered as Jenna went to go get the car. "I know about the pregnancy."

"What are you-"

"Please…just don't." Her mother said sadly. "We know about you two because he had…pictures of him and you together at restaurants and here at the barn hidden away. Then I saw the test in your end table which was poorly hidden away…does he know?"

She shook her head. "No, I was going to get rid of it."

"Good…that's why we're going to the hospital."

~END OF ITALICS~

Anastasia came back to the present and told Elena, "Mason was the reason why I was sent to Europe and I was the reason why he went to Florida."

"And it's Europe where you met Eric, right?" Elena asked.

Anastasia nodded and then sighed. "Yup and there goes that of another failed relationship."

"Join the club," Elena said.

"Stefan drama?" Anastasia asked.

She nodded and gave her the look to where that she would be informed later which meant that it had to do with either his blood problem or Katherine. Jenna smirked. "I'm the only one here with a stable relationship."

They turned their heads and looked down at her. She smiled smugly at each of them. "You guys can glare all you want, but you both know that Ric and I aren't going anywhere. Suck it."

Anastasia laughed as Elena playfully pushed Jenna into her and then Jenna hit her with a pillow. She shook her head and scolded, "Hey, this is a no-violence zone."

Elena scoffed. "Just a couple of weeks ago, you hit Jeremy on the back of the head because he scared you."

"Yeah so no-violence zone my ass." Jenna agreed.

Anastasia rolled her eyes and groaned, "Ugh! Family!"

They all laughed and snuggled closer to each other on the bed as they watched the oldies on Cartoon Network.

TBC…

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, FAVORITES! SO sorry for the late update, but I was lazy and I had other stories that needed my imagination. I haven't forgotten about this story, but since school is starting up again, I might have to cool down on all of my stories so I'll try to update as much and as fast as I can or when I might have time. Let me be clear about something, the relationship between Mason and Anastasia is now purely a genuine friendship and they actually think of each other as someone who is very close to them and care deeply for them so that it is actually something that I wanted to get across since I brought their relationship in The Return Part I and if you don't believe it or me then go look at their conversations to each other and you'll see that I am right.

So we learn that Eric is actually Elijah, but she only knows that he lied to her about his name. Sadly that was the end of their relationship. YAY! You know why because now it's time for the beginning of Damon's advances towards Anastasia and he is of course very bold towards her. It will sadly take some time, but have no fret, they will be together.

I hoped you all liked this chapter.

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