Zack was already standing at the top of the stairs with several bags when she left the parlor. She gave him a sad smile as he walked down and led her into the kitchen, paper in hand. It was when they were nearly finished that Damon walked in causing Zack to stiffen.

"So, papers?" He said leaning against the doorway.

"Transfer of the deed." Damon stiffened at Zach's words.

"I agreed to take the boarding house off his hands when it was safe for him to go to his family and make sure he was paid well for it."

"This is the Salvatore Boarding House."

"Yes, and?" She looked up and paused from signing her name on the last line that would signify the change of ownership.

"You're not a Salvatore, technically." He said and before she could get say anything in response he spoke again with a smirk. "We should fix that."

"Excuse me?" She raised a brow at him, watching as he moved towards her.

"I know I'm not being particularly romantic b-"

"You mean at all?" she said sarcastically.

He chuckled. "Okay, I'm not being romantic at all but I love you. Whether your name is Amelia or Amaryllis, you are the only woman I want. You were the love of my life from the time I was a human boy wondering the woods to the moment I died. The moment I woke to this existence you were the woman I had loved and lost, the woman that haunted my every dream, the woman that despite all those I fucked I could not forget, the woman I compared every other to and would find them lacking against every time. I spent over a hundred years wanting and waiting for revenge on the one who took you from me. I don't want to spend another minute on this world without you. You are everything I ever have and will even want. It doesn't matter how much time has passed, I love you and I'm hoping that maybe if you could forgive me for everything I've done since Katherine came and ruined what should have been our life together that we can start where we left off." He looked at me with so much hope and love it made me tear up.

"Oh, Damon . . .no." His face dropped and I quickly grabbed hold of him before he could turn to leave. "To go back is impossible. Neither of us are the same people we were then. But," He lifted his eyes to meet mine a small glimmer of hope returning. "But if you are willing to know me as I am right now and for me to know you, the real you, not the one you think I'll want then I will go down to city hall and marry you again, tomorrow." He smiles at her.

" I take you as my wife for who you are, who you have been, and who you are yet to be." He said to her repeating his vow to her.

"I accept you for your faults and your strengths, as you do my own. I will always choose you." She repeated her own.

"I love you."

"Today and always." He cupped her cheeks in his hands and they kissed.

"You'll be safe won't you?" Zack said still slightly worried despite the way he'd seen Damon react to her. Amelia had done her best to explain and while he understood she had lived a life with him before this he had trouble imagining the Damon she described. He just couldn't see the two but with every passing minute it was becoming clearer. He wondered if all this time he had been wrong. Had Stefan been the dangerous brother that simply drove his brother to such extremes because he was the reason Damon lost his own Gail? Had Damon just been living out his depression after the loss of his wife? He tried to imagine himself losing Gail and Sarah in a similar way and realized he would have never been the same.

"I promise, Zach. You just get home to your family. I'll send anything you left." They hugged once more before he got in his car and drove away.

"So you mentioned basically having kids. So I guess that means I have some rugrats to meet." She bumped him with her hip.

"They aren't rugrats. But yes you do . . . daddy." She gave a flirty smile before she ran back inside with him at her heel.

"When can I meet them?" He said leading her to his or rather, hopefully he thought, their bedroom.

"How about after they get out of school tomorrow? I think if we waited any longer than that they might show up at the front door." She paused and sighed before looking at him. "They still might do that come morning."

"They're protective"

"Extremely"

"That's good." He says with a smile and she looks at his as if to say 'Are you crazy?'

"How is that good?"

"They love you." He turns to look at her. "It proves what I always said was true, you make an amazing mother." She looked away with slightly pinkened cheeks.

"So I understand how the babies are here."

"Mhmm." She hummed her agreement as she glanced at him from the window as he sat on the bed.

"How are you?"

"Death"

"I know y-"

"No, I mean Death. Death is a real . . . being." She said not sure how to exactly refer to Death.

"A being? What do you mean?"

"I died and I met Death and she remade me into one of her creations that had died out."

"She? What did she change you into? You're not a vampire."

"Vampires while technically falling under her as the undead were a witch's creation."

"The ones that are always 'You're an abomination against nature' of the world are the reason vampires exist? Damn, I'm throwing that in the face of the next little judgy Sabrina I meet."

She rolled her eyes. "Death had sympathized with a woman who had died after being, violated." Damon looked at her. "A witch had used a spell on her, one similar to compulsion. She knew what was happening but could only do as she was told. He used it to rape her again and again. When the village discovered them he said she had cast a spell on him, forcing him to lay with her. She was burnt at the stake within minutes. Still naked, with his . . . dripping down her thighs." Damon moved to her side.

"Amy?" He asked worried.

"A few days after I changed I got her memory of it. I don't have the emotions for it and it's not as though it happened to me it's more like viewing it though a third parties eyes. Almost as if there was someone watching it all happen but there wasn't. Am I making sense?"

"Yea." He wrapped her in his arms leading her to the bed to sit.

"Death had never really noticed it but it was so fresh in her mind and had been her only thought as she died and even in her own death that she appeared that way in front of Death. She had wanted to know why she appeared that way and had allowed her to feel her pain as she watched her memories. Death turned what was used against her into her power."

"Her power?"

"A being that couldn't be forced into intimacy but rather fed on it. One that couldn't be violated but could seek revenge for those that were. The very act, the energy we can feel if it's willing or forced and we can suck that very aura out without touch. We feed off it. Or at least that what the original version of my race were supposed to be. They were supposed to be protectors but looked for ways to use what they could do for revenge instead. They used it to lure men to them and use them as they were used."

"You're talking about succubus?" She nods.

"Witches started hunting them. They found out they could use our body parts for fertility magics. Beauty enhancements. Magic to extend their own lives or make them young again. Funny thing is the ones they killed first were those that lived in peace. The ones who had found their mates and had settled into lives with them only using their abilities to protect others from being hurt the way they were."

"If they died out then? Will they start hunting you?" Damon stiffened as he thought of it, trying to think of ways to keep her safe.

"How am I one? I don't know but I do know that Death made me differently then them. I'm not designed to protect or avenge those that feel my pain but to find my mates and be able to protect them and anyone that comes along. I'm immortal unless I choose not to be."

"Why would anyone ever choose not to be?"

"If their mate doesn't want to live forever. If they don't." She looks at him "Our lives are tied into the existence of our mates now. We live for them and even when we die we revive for them at least so long as certain conditions have been met and certain parts haven't been destroyed. Even then it's only those of us who choose immortality after bonding to our mates that have that ability and only the strongest of us at that." I go on to explain the rest to him. My abilities and changes. The stages of bonding. Damon nods taking in everything.

"So, a succubus?"

"Yep."

"Ok." his brows furrow as he takes a breath and thinks everything over.