Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

Second disclaimer: Any similarities to anyone living or dead is entirely coincidental, I am completely making this up as I go along (although I have researched my subjects). That being said, I am using my own imagination to create their character. Sorry if that offends anyone and please do not chop off my head. ;)

I have replaced all of the chapters up until chapter 10 with modified versions to align them more towards TVD mythology. I have changed the nettle juice to vervain and mystifying to compulsion. The story was not initially meant to be a fanfic, which is why the mythology is different. I will also keep the method of turning the same for this story. Extended mythology is remaining and how compulsion and vervain work will differ slightly because of my story rules. My feelings are that the story is too far away from TVD mythology to really qualify as a TVD fanfic. If you have been reading the story and suddenly notice the changes, I have amended the first 10 chapters. This message will be posted on the first 11 chapters only. I hope this makes the story more enjoyable.

This story is different to my other stories as it will require a lot more work to write. I am having to go into a lot of research regarding the time travel aspect of it. I don't mean Wiki research, I am having to immerse myself into what life was like in the Tudor court This was never meant to be a fanfic, but I have decided to release it as one to allow people to read it. Due to the amount of research required, chapters will probably be released around 1 per week. I will struggle to go faster as I am trying to ensure historical accuracy for most parts, which means a lot of fact checking, although I do expect to make mistakes, I just hope the historians who know more than I do can forgive me.

An old school, converted into offices near the small town of Shaftesbury in Dorset, wasn't, at least at first glance, the most obvious location for a secret governmental department. What used to be Courtney Hall Girl's School was visually nothing remarkable, at least on the outside. The main part of the old school was a 270-year-old, L-shaped faded sandstone manor; the rest was made up of old outbuildings, albeit a lot newer than the house itself; they included the old 6th form centre, a disused sports hall, a science block, prefab classrooms, stables, and playing fields, situated over an area of just over 10 acres. The school was set half a mile away from the village of Courtney Vale. An idyllic picturesque countryside village home to thatched-roofed brick and flint cottages, a local pub, a church, a village hall, and a post office, which also served as the local corner shop. Appearances aside, logistically, the school location was perfect, as it was less than 30 miles from Porton Down, the MoD's secretive science and technology centre. It was also secluded, yet close enough to civilisation to appear, on the surface, a normal place to work, even if it was shrouded in secrecy. However, considering the very nature of the area, where the military was the main employer, and secrecy was the premise of the everyday lives of those living and working nearby; it shouldn't have come as a surprise that there was a little known department of the intelligence services should grace the local landscape. Had the local population have known the nature of the agency behind the mask of the old school, then maybe they might not have been too happy about housing the operations of SSIS (Her Majesty's Supernatural Secret Intelligence Services) or more affectionately referred to, by those who were aware of this special branch as MI666, which was not exactly your average governmental department.

The supernatural special branch was run by Esther Michelson, a tall, imposing, blonde-haired woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with the stern yet the smart appearance of a typical headteacher. Esther was the one who was tasked with making the ultimate decisions as to whether a mission requested by her superiors from HQ in London was physically possible for her department to get involved in; and as the oldest and most powerful witch in the country, she was well qualified for the job. Despite her apparent youthful appearance, Esther was in truth 124 years old. Being an extremely powerful witch had its perks, one of them being able to use magic to slow down the ageing process, allowing her to have a lifespan of four times that of a normal human. To those who worked with her, she was like a mother hen, protecting her chicks from the stupid and completely impractical requests of the given government of the day. Her argument was, if any mission could succeed using conventional methods and real-world technology, she wasn't prepared to risk her staff and blow their cover by using witchcraft. After declining the upper echelons of the military enough times, her team was left to retrieving and transcribing grimoires from all over the globe, conducting combined scientific and magical experiments which could be applied to real-world spying technology, searching for young, scientifically intelligent, and powerful witches who would not object to utilising their skills for the greater good, and most importantly, finding unusual artefacts to aide with their with national security. To physically search for such items, Esther used her secret weapons, instead of putting her witches in harm's way, she employed vampires to do the dirty work.

While Esther was the official boss, the one who had been instrumental in setting up MI666 was a vampire called Damon Salvatore. A chance meeting with Neville Chamberlain during the first night of the London Blitz in World War II, led to him being referred to Winston Churchill for discussions regarding using a vampire as a spy for the Allied Forces. Churchill agreed and Damon went through a rigorous training programme, which led to the formation of what is now known as MI666. After discovering the perks of being employed by the government, Damon had decided to continue working for them, as it gave him a life full of adventure, with a guaranteed source of food and plenty of women who were ready to fall at his feet. The payment of fun, food, and fucking, free from consequences, was greater than any financial reward the British government could offer, although the job did come with a very good remuneration package.

Despite being the founding member of MI666, Damon Salvatore was the bane of Esther's life. He was devastatingly handsome, which meant that the human staff were generally distracted whenever he graced the office, thus meaning productivity nosedived among the besotted females and procurement manager Josh, who had a huge crush on the vampire. Damon had been away from the office for over a month on what was deemed an essential software training course, which had been extremely boring and in truth, as punishment for having a one night stand with the new girl in accounts; which in typical Damon fashion, involved breaking her heart along the way. The poor girl had to have her memory of the event erased by another vampire called Rose. As a result, Damon had been sent on the software course, which according to Damon's final Zoom call before his return, was a level of torture that surpassed the pain of having his eyeballs poked out using wooden cocktail sticks'. The knowledge that Damon was due back in the office that day, ensured the staff looked as attractive and well turned out as working in an office allowed them to dress. Unfortunately for the girls and Josh, who worked in what was known as the upper offices, Damon had been told he had to arrive through the back entrance, so as not to disturb the workforce, thus leading to a lot of disappointed faces, although there was always the hope he might pop up and say hello before the end of the day.

Bonnie Bennett was sat at her desk staring down at a very old book with her head in her hands. Her long dark hair curtaining her face, hiding the look of frustration as she tried to read the grimoire in front of her. While Damon had been away on his 'software course punishment', she'd had to muddle along trying to translate and transcribe the 500-year-old grimoires of Hilda Frampton, most of which were written using a method called overwriting; that way it was possible to hide grimoires using known manuscripts in Latin. Only a witch would know it was a grimoire and would be able to see what was written underneath, which was more often than not written in multiple languages to hide its true meaning. Hilda's grimoire was made up of Runic, Gaelic, and Common Brittonic, the latter two being languages Bonnie struggled with at the best of times. As a team, Damon and Bonnie could get through a grimoire in a week. Being almost all alone, Bonnie hadn't managed an entire one without help during Damon's absence, simply because Damon was an expert in new and ancient languages. Once Bonnie had realised the significance of the grimoires, she had to turn to Esther herself for extra assistance, who instead of pairing Bonnie up with another vampire, Esther herself had decided to help with transcribing parts of the grimoires. Esther was a more demanding boss than Damon, which meant she was under a lot more pressure than usual. On top of that, the contents were so spectacular, she had to be even more careful in her deciphering than usual. Not having Damon as her buffer, had made her task a thousand times harder, on top of that, he was late, which was why she was currently extremely pissed off with him. Fortunately, revenge would be sweet when he returned and spoke to Esther. Bonnie turned the next page in the hope of encountering something a little more familiar to give her a clue to what this next part of the grimoire would lead to when the door swung open, and in sauntered the man himself, looking devastatingly handsome as always; his raven hair was stylishly dishevelled. He was casually dressed, wearing black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. In one hand he carried his leather jacket and in the other, he held a cardboard tray housing 2 large paper cups from Starbucks.

"Hello Mish Moneypenny." Damon grinned.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at his feeble attempt. "You're fifteen minutes late." she snapped. "And that is the worst James Bond impression, ever!"

Damon threw his leather jacket over the back of his chair and sauntered over to Bonnie's desk. "I know, you're just pissed off with me. I knew you would be, which is why I brought you this." he smiled as he placed one of the cups onto her desk. "Mocha, just as madam likes it! I thought you'd need some wake-up juice after transcribing all of those grimoires." he glanced at the pile of books on Bonnie's desk. "Or, one and a half grimoire." he frowned.

"Well if YOU hadn't have been busy trying to get into every pair of knickers you meet, then maybe WE would be nearly done by now." Bonnie sat back, folded her arms, and glared at Damon, who looked at her sheepishly before crossing to the other side of the room, sitting down at his desk. He turned on his computer and waited for it to fire up, all the while Bonnie continued to stare at Damon in a manner that terrified him. Although using magic in the office wasn't technically permitted, Bonnie had yet to be reprimanded by Esther for knocking him unconscious with a simple glare. If she had tried it on with any other vampire, she would have been fired, however, Damon was a law unto himself and a blind eye was turned when Bonnie got pissed off with him.

"How far have you gotten?" Damon asked innocently, glancing over at the book in her hands.

"I've managed to transcribe only a handful of spells." Bonnie sighed. "One of them took two weeks to decipher what the spell was even for, only then did we manage to understand the actual spell itself. The others were just as interesting, but using much less archaic language. But the grimoires have got something more in them than just spells." she smiled.

Damon put his feet up on the desk and crossed his ankles. "Anything interesting?" he asked, yawning dramatically, not sounding in the least bit interested.

"You have no idea." Bonnie said evilly, with a glint of excitement in her eyes. "But you'll have to wait until Esther is ready to spill. Stefan is in the lab running some tests right now, he even had to go to Porton Down to use their facilities."

Stefan was a 220-year-old vampire and the head of scientific development for MI666. Although the team mostly used magic, many experiments required a more traditional scientific approach. Like many older vampires, Damon included, he had spent a lot of time at university studying various subjects. Most vampires preferred the sciences as they could see how the world was developing, with time allowing them to study more branches of science than the average human, thus making vampires some of the highest qualified scientific minds in the world. Vampires also could retain information better than humans. An enhanced memory meant they rarely forgot things of significance. This was why Stefan hated going to Porton Down, he believed human scientists to be far inferior to himself and got frustrated with the speed at which they worked.

"Oh, I bet he loved that." Damon said sarcastically.

"Actually, he was fine with it." Bonnie replied, to an astounded-looking Damon. "It's big, really big. Esther had to help me decode the spell."

Damon frowned. "Esther never gets her hands dirty."

"She did this time." Bonnie took a swig of her mocha. "Mmm, I've missed this." she sighed and closed her eyes in contentment.

Just at that moment, the door opened, and in walked Esther herself. She was dressed in a black Alexander McQueen trouser suit, with a cream blouse. Esther's blonde hair was fashioned into a perfect french pleat, making her look a little bit like a newsreader.

"Upstairs, my office, now. Both of you!" she barked, before waltzing straight out of the door, leaving Damon and Bonnie looking at each other with trepidation. Esther could come across as stern, but she was usually a softie around Damon. The tone of her voice suggested she was either in a bad mood, or she had an announcement which she didn't want to give out, which Bonnie suspected to be the latter.

Damon and Bonnie left their office and headed upstairs to Esther's more lavish office. It was more like an old study, dark oak-panelled walls, with a well-worn herringbone parquet floor, the type typical of an old school. There were rows and rows of bookshelves, housing her family grimoires, as well as a multitude of books on botany and her prized signed first-edition Terry Pratchett Discworld collection. Damon knocked on the open door, before poking his head around, to see Esther already sat behind her oversized oak desk. She beckoned them in with her finger and he did as he was told, followed by Bonnie.

"Close the door behind you and sit down." Esther told them in a clipped tone. Damon and Bonnie did as they were told, and waited for whatever bad news Esther was about to throw at them. "We have good news and bad news." she started, turning to Bonnie. "Have you told him yet?"

"No." Bonnie shook her head.

"Good!" Esther smiled, before turning to Damon. "While you were being updated on DV security checks, training, and its appropriate technical applications for MI666, Bonnie here was working her arse off transcribing a spell so complex, even I had issues with it."

"Couldn't Rose have helped with the Gaelic?" Damon asked. "She knows some."

"She could, but this one wasn't just Gaelic, it was combined with what appeared to be a mixture of Gaelic, Common Brittonic, and Latin." Esther explained. "You're the only one who can read all 3 languages fluently. We had to ask Mark Drayton at Oxford to transcribe the rest as best we could."

"I bet he's made a mess of it. He wouldn't know Common Brittonic if it hit him in the face." Damon sighed. "Why didn't you just Zoom me?" he asked nonchalantly.

"We were going to, but when we realised the sensitivity of the spell and the significance of the contents of the grimoires, we couldn't risk it." Esther explained.

"And yet you let Mark try and transcribe it?" Damon frowned.

"Rose went to visit him." Esther explained, meaning she had used a vampire method of mind control called compulsion which was usually only used to take memories away and replace them with fake ones. "As you say, not much of it made any sense to him. Once we had the rough translation of the Gaelic and Latin part, we could identify most of the nature of the spell."

"You haven't deciphered all of it?" Damon frowned glancing between Bonnie and Esther.

"There is a part of the spell which cannot be deciphered without the help of a special tool. Even if you can read Common Brittonic, parts of it are invisible to the human eye." Esther explained. "We have part of the tool, which is a looking glass. But the looking glass needs the handle to allow us to be able to cast the spell."

"And where is the handle?" Damon asked.

"That is a very good question." Esther nodded. "Which is why you are here. I need you to find it for me. We know what it is, and its origins. We know when it was last visually recorded, but after that is simply disappeared off the face of the earth."

"When and where was that?" Damon sighed, expecting another pointless mission.

Esther opened one of the drawers to her desk and pulled out a picture before handing it to Damon. He took it from her and frowned as it wasn't a photograph like he expected, it was a painting of a young woman with dark hair, wearing a beautiful blue gown and a necklace of gold with a large black pearl in a gold setting surrounded by white pearls. Damon narrowed his eyes as if straining to see the picture, which wasn't the case as he had eyesight well beyond the capabilities of any human. He looked up at Esther, unable to grasp the magnitude of the task she was setting. "This is by Hans Holbein the Younger. It is around 500 years old. Where the hell am I supposed to start looking for a necklace that could now be anywhere in the world?" he complained.

"Hilda told us to follow the clues we have and we will easily find it, which means this picture is the treasure map." Esther grinned.

"How would she know how to find it from that in 2019?" Damon frowned. "She wrote her grimoire about 500 years ago. She would have had an idea of where to find it then unless she could see into the future. And from what you've all told me time and time again, that is one area of witchcraft which is a complete load of bollocks. Witches, neither living nor dead, can predict the future. Have you done a séance and asked her?" he asked, knowing both Bonnie and Esther had the rare magical capability of contacting dead witches.

"Didn't need to, Hilda included a way of finding it." Bonnie told him. "But you are the only one who can find it. Hilda made it clear that it would probably require the services of the demon saviour." The moment Bonnie said the last three words, Damon went still with shock. He hadn't heard those words uttered since just after he turned.

Upon seeing his reaction to Bonnie's revelation, Esther looked at Damon knowingly. "Does that mean something to you?"

"The witch who gave me my Blue John called me 'the demon saviour'. She said she had been looking for me. I thought it was a translation of my name." he told them thoughtfully, momentarily casting his mind back to the time just after he became a vampire. Realising he wasn't alone, he quickly brought himself back to the moment. "So why is this pearl so special?" he asked, trying to steer the subject away from his past.

Damon looked around the room, Esther smiled, clearly hoping someone was going to ask the question. He noted the look of interest on Bonnie's face, she was completely clueless as to what was so special about its origins. Esther got up and opened the wet bar, signalling this was a very important conversation, as she rarely offered alcohol to anyone, especially during office hours. As Esther frequently bought rounds of alcohol at the pub in the village, she knew everyone's favourite tipple, and was always stocked for when it needed to be brought out for special occasions. Thus, she did not need to ask Damon if he wanted whisky, or whether Bonnie wanted rum and coke. Once the drinks were handed out, Esther sat back and began to tell the story, the alcohol being a clear instruction not to interrupt.

"The pearl was originally to be found on the Isle of Ynys Mon, which is present-day Anglesey. It was believed to be worn by the Arch-Druids and passed down over the centuries. When in 55 BC, Julius Caesar invaded England, he made a pact with the Trinovantes. He gave them just under a year to find treasures and he would spare them, instead of taking goods and hostages from other tribes. He expressed an interest in gold, silver, and valuable jewels, specifically pearls. Knowledge of the Ynys Mon pearl was widespread among many tribes, and thus the Trinovantes went to Ynys Mon and murdered the Arch-Druid before stealing the pearl. When Caesar returned in 54 BC, the Trinovantes weren't able to offer much in the way of treasure, however, they gave him the huge black pearl. At the time, the pearl was estimated to be worth around 6 million sesterces, which is around $1.6 billion in today's money."

Damon and Bonnie looked at Esther with stunned expressions. The pearl was something more than just a handle for a looking glass. Esther continued. "Caesar gave it to his mistress Servilia, and the pearl became known as the Servilia pearl. Pearls could only be given to married noblewomen in Rome, and with regards to the Servilia pearl, that tradition continued throughout its recorded and unrecorded history with a branch of the Longchamp family who were descendants of the druids. It officially disappeared from the history books, but the knowledge of its location was well known within the witch community. We have evidence that it was brought back to England after the death of Richard I. The pearl had been housed at Château de Chalus-Chabrol for almost a hundred years. William de Longchamp was aware of its location, which was why he had helped fund Richard's crusades. William's only compensation was for Richard to return the pearl to his sister who had married into the Gilbert family."

Damon frowned. "Is that the same Château de Chalus-Chabrol which once belong to Charlotte of Albret and Louisa Borgia?"

Bonnie and Esther looked at each other uncomfortably. Damon never mentioned his blood family; Damon's half-brother was Cesare Borgia, he was married to Charlotte of Albret and the father of Louisa. Damon and Cesare shared the same father, Rodrigo de Borgia, who had been anointed Alexander VI, Holy Roman Emperor the year before Damon's birth. Esther acknowledged his question with a nod of her head, all the while sympathy was etched all over her face, as she knew how much pain the knowledge of the family he never knew and was cast out from, angered Damon. Thus to divert his attention, she continued with the story of the pearl.

"Once the pearl reached England, it was passed down through generations of the Gilbert family. This portrait was painted in 1532. The problem lies with who it belonged to and who the girl is in the portrait. The pearl was always passed down to the first daughter to marry, usually the eldest, as a wedding gift. Lord John Gilbert had two daughters and a son. In highly unusual circumstances, the younger daughter, Elena was the first to marry. The Earl of Hallamshire was supposedly meant to marry her older sister Katherine, but instead, he fell in love with Elena. Katherine ended up married to a lesser nobleman called Lord Stockbridge a few months later. We do not know whether this portrait is of Katherine or Elena. Which Damon, is why we need your help."

"I never knew Lord Stockbridge or the Earl of Hallamshire." Damon shook his head. "These people were within Henry's court circles, a place I made sure I kept well away from. I know of them, but only from what the history books tell you. I know from that within the first year of marriage, Elena and their first baby died in childbirth and the Earl, unable to live without her or the child, hung himself. Any interested historian can find that out, it's no great secret."

"How romantic." Bonnie said sarcastically.

Esther flashed Bonnie a look of disapproval before continuing with her story. "Katherine also died childless a year later. Which leaves us with the conundrum regarding the whereabouts of the pearl. It could have passed to John's eldest son, Jeremiah, but there is no picture of his wife nor any of their descendants wearing the pearl. Alternatively, it could have gone back through the family to the next female to marry, which would have eventually led us to the current holder, who in theory should be the Queen herself. However it is not in her private collection, nor is it amongst the Crown Jewels. There has been no mention of it since Elena married the Earl of Hallamshire and Katherine marrying Lord Stockbridge."

"So how am I supposed to find it..." Damon asked, before realising he knew the answer. "Oh no, you can't expect me to do that." he shook his head.

"I need you to go back to 1530 and find out what happened to it." Esther told him. "You were in Italy during this period, therefore there is no fear of you encountering your previous self." she said enthusiastically.

"And how do you expect me to get to know these people?" Damon folded his arms and sucked his cheeks in.

"The Earl of Hallamshire spent the previous 10 years travelling around Europe under the name of Baron Spicer until his father died in 1530. This is why he returned to England when he did. Only a few people knew what he looked like before his return, which means nobody will question you. He fits your description perfectly. There is a portrait of him, and if I didn't know better, I'd say he was you. As you were around while his father was alive, I'm sure you know the older Earl was well acquainted with many important people, not to mention the King himself." Esther opened her desk and pulled out another picture of a miniature by Hans Holbein, this time it was a portrait of the Earl of Hallamshire, who looked exactly like Damon.

Damon ran his fingers through his hair. "How long have you had this picture?" he frowned.

"About 40 years," Esther replied. "We suspected it was you, but we didn't know how it came about as we were aware you were not in England during this period. It was clear you didn't know about the portrait, which suggested time travel must have to be involved. There was no point in telling you as fate needed to play its hand. You've always been destined to return, for whatever reason, it was just a case of what the reason being behind you going back."

"Why is the spell so important?" Damon asked.

"Lucy is pregnant with twins." Bonnie told him sadly causing Damon to look at her with confusion.

"It has been confirmed that the twins will be witchbinders." Esther explained to Damon, his eyes widening with concern. "We have very few choices; we could split them and allow one of them to turn to helet magic and become a Heletian witchbinder, alternatively we could kill both children, we could leave them both with Lucy and allow them to destroy each other or preferably, we could split them up and remove some of their powers until they grow old enough to resist the Heletian spirits and allow them to initially mature as elemental witches."

"The Heletian witches are powerless." Damon spat.

"Only because they don't have a witchbinder." Esther corrected him. "A witchbinder twin is the key to unlocking their power. Who knows what type of damage they would do if allowed to become powerful."

"If it was even possible to prevent, who would be the one to raise the twin?" Damon asked.

"Lucy is my sister." Bonnie said. "I'll do it."

Damon stared at Bonnie in disbelief before turning to Esther. "Are you okay with this?" he asked.

"Bonnie and I have discussed the matter. We are going to raise the child here. Bonnie will take on the role of the mother figure. The child will be well educated in not only magic but at a top human school. When we are certain the child cannot be influenced by the spirits of the Heletian witches, we can gradually introduce access to spirit magic. But we need the pearl to do this. We recently became aware that there was a spell to remove the magic from an infant witchbinder without killing the child, but we never knew who created it, until recently."

"Can't you just make another spell to override the old one?" Damon asked, although he already knew the answer.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Damon, you know damn well that duplicate witchbinder spells are impossible. Stop being an idiot!"

Damon looked at Bonnie in shock. "Is that what helped you decode the grimoire without fully understanding it? You tried to create a witchbinder spell and it didn't work." Bonnie and Esther lowered their eyes. "Is that why I've been at this stupid convention for the past month? You've been doing the research and getting things ready so I couldn't say no. well fuck you!" he growled, standing up and kicking his chair.

"SIT BACK DOWN!" Esther said calmly, her eyes flashing amber as the magic exuded out of her body, forcing Damon to do as he was told. "I was going to send Penny from IT to go on that course. But your shenanigans meant I had to send you. I need the developed vetting clearance training manual to ensure nobody in the building has been infiltrated by the Heletian witches. Let's just say your report will allow me to create even more enhanced security measures for my team. I urgently need your report on my desk by first thing tomorrow morning, especially now we know what information the grimoires contain. When we discovered the true nature of Hilda's grimoires it was too late to bring you back and Zoom wasn't secure enough to combat witch terrorism. You are not named in the grimoires, however, the picture suggested the grimoire might be linked to you, but your familiarity with the phrase demon saviour suggests she knew of you. Did you ever meet Hilda?" Esther asked.

"Not to my knowledge. The witch who called me the demon saviour was called Maggie. She was the one who gave me this ring." he said showing them the ring which contained a Blue John stone. "She told me I would need this ring as it would help me survive and help with my early struggles without a sire. I was young and was scared, after all, she had just killed my sire."

Esther looked more closely at the ring. "The Blue John stone wasn't mined until the 1760's, although there are tales that the Romans had previously found it while digging for lead. Your ring contains the oldest known piece to be mined from Castleton. I wonder how she came about it." she mused. "My guess is, that it is documented in one of the grimoires. The ring is also featured in the painting." Esther handed the picture of the painting over to Bonnie and Damon, who had to look carefully at the photograph of the miniature, however, Esther was correct. On the little finger of the right hand was an identical ring to the one which Damon also wore on the same finger. "Did Maggie tell you her surname?" she asked, but Damon shook his head. "Do you know why she killed your sire?"

"All she told me was that Isabel had killed her mother." Damon shrugged.

"Maybe Hilda was Maggie's mother." Bonnie offered.

"I suspect you might be right." Esther agreed. "What else did she say?" she asked.

Damon closed and thought carefully, remembering the smell of burning sage that had been so prominent in Maggie's small house. He recollected their conversations at lightning speed as if they had taken place on seconds ago, to see if there was anything he could glean from them which would prove useful, but only one sentence stuck out to him. "She told me our paths would cross once more when I was of a clearer mind." he offered.

Esther smiled. "I'll take that as an acceptance of the mission." she said, standing up holding her hand out to shake his, which he took gingerly. "Congratulations Damon, you are going back to 1530."