DAMON'S CHANCE AT LOVE

by Haldirsbaby

Rating: M (For Language, Adult Content, Graphic sex)

Timeline: After the Episode 'Rose'

Characters: Damon S./OFC, some of the others

Genre- AU (big time), Romance, action, violence, supernatural

Warning: Foul Language, Smutt, Complete mary sue, graphic sex (Later Chapters)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or its Characters, I do however Own my Ocs and the plots. No money is made from this work of Fiction.

Summary: A child from Damon and Stefan's past, believed to have been dead, returns. Herself being a solution to Elena's survival and tied to Mystic Falls. Will Damon forget Elena and find a new flame in this girl, or will it all flop and end? Find out. DAMON/OFC

Note: Okay, this story has itched to come out. It will not follow the plot lines of the TV Series exactly, but I am adding my own creation on it. Now I know the series is not done, and who knows what will go on, but In my story, there is something completely different to come about. Things mentioned in this story, not in the books or in the TV Series are mine and mine alone. I am not an avid reader of folklore or vampire legends, so I am creating a whole new being, based on what little knowledge I do have. My OFC is different and this may come out being Marysuish, and I do not care. Damon deserves a little something something to...so here it is...ENJOY!

Chapter One: Arabella

Mystic Falls, Fall of 1858

Arie skipped along behind Damon, in the woods near Fell's church. Her attention was brought to a small area of late summer blossoms. Somehow she lost track of time. She looked around to find that she was by herself and a thick fog blanketing the area. Feeling fear, for the light was almost gone for the day, she frantically looked around for Damon, who had seem to have disappeared. ''Damon?" fear gripped her when he did not answer her. "Damon, where are you? I am scared."

Fear was rising more, as the evening was turning into night, never had she ever been in the woods, alone, without Damon or Stefan with her. He would not have left her, she knew this, but was mad at herself. Being so little, she knew it was her fault. Tears began to come out as she called for him again, "Damon!" The chill in the air was mounting, her arms becoming like ice through her thin play dress. She rubbed her arms to try and warm herself. Damon would never have left her out here all alone, and would not have left if she knew she was missing. Something was wrong.

'He will find me. He always has.' she assured herself. Her fear was becoming stronger, the rumors of these woods, holding creatures that would kill in the dead of night, fueled this feeling for her.

The air was growing colder the more the night came on. Arie sat there in the dark with only the moon as her light. Clutching her doll 'Lizzy' close to her. Huddled near a tree trying to stay warm. 'Sure he will come for me or send someone for me' she thought. She shivered and shook violently, her teeth chattering loudly. Out the of the shadows came four figures, their faces unable to be seen. She shook more seeing them there.

"What is this, a wee little thing, lost in the woods?" came the eerily dark voice of a man, his accent common to those in the deep south.

Fear came out of hearing his voice. She huddled closer to the tree. "My friend and I were walking and got separated. I can't find him." Arie said, her voice sounding like a small squeak of a mouse, her lips quivered.

"Perhaps we can help you find him." one of the others said, as she stepped forward. She seemed kind to Arie, but her fear was mounting. The woman came forward enough to allow her face to be lit up by the light of the moon. "If you tell us his name, we could help you find him."

Arie knew that strangers were not to be trusted, her mother had warned her many times, to not trust them, but she was cold and wanted to go home. She shook her head at first. The woman smiled kindly again, and Arie stared at her as if looking for something to make her believe her. She studied her intensely, but became fearful upon looking into the woman's eyes. They were human, but behind then laid no warmth, not life. This frightened her. Though the woman was beautiful and seemed kind, Arie sensed she was different then other women.

Arie noted the appearance of the woman. She was rich she gathered, wearing fine clothes like she had seen on Damon and Stefan's mama. Silky, finely made, the woman even smelled of fine expensive perfume. Her pale yellow frock, was make of silk, ruffles adorning the skirt, her eyes and face painted with natural colors of flesh tones and rosy cheeks, her lips the color of darken rubies. Her hair, Arie, saw was the deepest of chocolate brown, with long flowing ringlets. The features of her were fine and only slightly rounded, making her beautiful. Arie stared at her, wondering who she was, she was not from Mystic Falls and this Arie was certain.

But what haunted Arie, was this woman, her eyes. They were not natural, almost black in color. Though she smiled warmly at her, Arie did not trust her, feared her even. The woman reached for her, but Arie pulled back, trying to get distance between her and this woman. Seeing her fear, the woman grabbed Arie. " I am not going to harm you. I just want to help you. Now tell me, sweetie, who is your friend? I will take you to him." she promised. Horrified to even tell her this information, Arie looked away from her, shaking and shivering. The woman placed a finger to the little girl's chin and forced her to look at her. "Do not fear me." Arie was drawn into this woman's gaze, she felt as though she could not control her own actions anymore. The woman spoke again. "Do not fear me."

Arie heard her own voice come out, but it did not completely sound like hers. "I do not fear you." she said, her eyes fixed on the woman in front of her.

The woman let go and smiled again. "Now, that is a good girl. Tell me, what is your name?" she asked.

"Arabella Burrows. My mammy and mama call me 'Arie'" she answered her fear slowly dissipated.

"Well hello, Arie. These are my loyal friends. The one that spoke to you first was Louis. That is Taylor," the colored man nodded his head. He looked like slave, "and that is Sarah." The woman, Sarah was also a slave, but not as dark as some of the ones Arie had seen, her skin was lighter, much lighter, but she looked kind. "I am Katherine. Now tell me, who is your friend? Does he live here in Mystic Falls?" She said reaching to stroke Aries pretty little auburn curls.

Arie shivered again, the air now colder. She looked up at this woman named Katherine watching what she would do. "His name is Damon Salvatore, he lives here in town. Big Plantation house really not that far from here. Will you take me to my friend?" she asked her voice barely audible.

"Yes, I will, sweetie." Katherine did not look away from Arie, and addressed the dark colored man, named Taylor. "Taylor, give me your coat. Arie is cold, then fetch the carriage." Taylor shrugged off his coat, which was huge, and handed it to Katherine. Then he left them. Katherine stood and looked at Louis. "Can you carry her for me, Louis. She is tired. Come Sarah." Louis stepped forward and picked up Arie. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. They walked for mere moments, when a carriage came up with Taylor driving the reigns.

Sarah entered the carriage, while Katherine stopped Louis. She looked down at the almost asleep child in his arms, and stroked the little girl's head. Arie looked at her. "Promise you will take me to Damon?" her voice said sleepily.

"Yes. Sleep little Arie, when you wake you will be home." she assured the girl. The girl fell fast asleep. Katherine looked at Louis, "Hopefully, they will except her as the payment for joining them." She climbed in the carriage.

Present Day: Mystic Falls, 2010

Arie sat up abruptly, her dream ending as it always had for the last hundred and fifty-two years. She ran her hand over her tired eyes, trying to take away the dream. Throwing her legs over the side of them bed, she breathed in the air, hoping to clear her mind. It wasn't working, her mind kept seeing, Katherine and then seeing Damon.

Damon. The night before, in the local bar and grill, Mystic grill, she had seen a man who looked just like the boy from all those years ago. But it could not have been, he was not human, but a vampire. He reeked of it. Those eyes haunted her from the moment she saw him, setting there drinking his bourbon. She had felt his pain, deep, unrelenting. Arie's heart had cried out for him. She thought on approaching him, but thought better of it. After what seemed an eternity of her study of him, she realized the possibility of it actually being him. At one point during her study, he glanced her way, expression unreadable. Which was odd, she could usually read people like open books, but not this guy.

After all, he had been tied to Katherine and she knew what that bitch was. She shook her head. No, she did not want to believe it to be him. Damon was kind, sweet, protective. Everything a girl could want, well what she had thought they wanted, even at age seven she had dreamed of one day having someone like him. This man, at the bar, was tortured by his emotions, driven by pain. Dangerous he was. This could not be him, she refused to believe it. But those eyes, no one had eyes like that but Damon. In all her years of being alive, she had never crossed a man that had eyes that were such an unnatural blue, that drew you in so you could get lost forever. After his glance left her, he soon stood to leave the bar, but she could do nothing but watch him as he left. 'Oh, god, Damon. I wish you were alive,' she thought.

Standing, she walked over to the sink and began splashing water in her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. No more was she that lost little girl, Katherine had found all those years ago, she was now full grown, but eternally 21 years old. On the outside she was a normal human woman, able to feel, able to dream, able to eat when and whatever she wanted. She could be whomever she wanted now. But on the inside she was in turmoil. The years in her captivity, through all the torturous rituals, she was a survivor.

Coming to Mystic Falls had been her plan all along, if she ever found her freedom to do so. That chance came many months ago, when the vampires that held her was sleeping soundly in their darkened spaces. She had gathered her nerves, made her plan, and it had been flawless. They knew now, for sure, that she was gone, and was looking for her. She knew it, felt it, and could actually almost taste their presences closing in.

Today, being her second day in Mystic Falls, she decided she would take a look at her childhood home just to see how it now looks. One place on her list, was to visit the old Salvatore Plantation. She knew of the war in the south, lived it, breathed it, and often wondered if the old town still held its old charm. Though she had been gone from this place since she was seven, she still remembered the old layout of the town. How could she not? Even during the years of her forced life, she held close to her, her memories.

For years, the vampires that held her, had in the beginning coddled her, raised her, never telling her the full truth. They were different, like Katherine, holding the same lifelessness in their eyes. Feral needs of drinking blood, she had witnessed, with great disgust. Truth was, the vampires she had been thrust in with were in her eyes evil. She hated them, to the core. Her compassion only came to those who were the victims.

Many times she had heard the leader, Nigel talk about her, about the plans they had for her, but that happened when she was ten and had been with them for three years. Katherine had been there still and had, to her shock, defended her. Telling them she is a child. But then she was silenced and told to shut it. Katherine left in the summer of 1864 after her servants Louis, Sara, and Taylor was killed, leaving Arie alone. Nigel was kind to her at first, but changed once the rituals began, when Arie turned seventeen. He was the first to perform such acts. Claiming it was his right.

Rumors sometime later surfaced that Katherine had been killed as was Pearl, and the rest of Vampires in Mystic Falls. It reached her that her old friends, Damon and Stefan had been caught up in some love triangle with Katherine, and as a result both of them were killed as well. She hated Katherine. Hated her for finding her, hated her for leaving her behind, hated her for what she did to her truest friends. When Katherine left, the vampires began to talk about her and her betrayal to the Originals. They too, she found out later, had broken away from their sect due to differences in opinions, or more realistically taboo practices. She found out later what that was. Her. She was different, and the vampires knew it.

But now, in her limited freedom, she decided to go and see her old home. Not to mention find another person, who was rumored to have arrived here, though she had never met, but who had contacted her. Rose.

Be Kind, this is my first Vampire Diaries fan fic. Please Review and let me know what you think.

Pronunciations:

Arie (Airee)