In the Eyes of the Butterfly

Chapter 1

There are times in everyone's life where they question where their life went wrong. They think about what they could have done better to make their life more exciting, more manageable. A life that was more worth living.

These were the thoughts running through Damon Salvatore's car as he drove his car home that night. It had been a long day at the office and all he wanted was to just go home. He hated his job, but out of all the things he hated more he hated the direction his life was going

Damon Salvatore was stuck in a dead end job going nowhere and had a wife who despised him. He wished his life was different, but it wasn't. It never would be.

Damon Salvatore assumed that it would just be another typical night at home what he hadn't assumed was what would happen next.

A couple guys at a bridge caught his attention and they were beating someone up. Normally Damon didn't see beating happening too often, but he usually stopped them when they did. Pulling over he got out of his car and approached the guys.

He swung his fist into the first one and the other two quickly approached him. He assumed that the other guy who he had just saved would help him, but Damon saw him running away in the distance obviously not to fazed about leaving him there to defend himself.

Damon struggled as the other guys picked him up and carried him to the side of the bridge.

"Here's for interfering." one of them said as he was tossed in the river.

Damon tried his hardest to fight against the current, but it was too much for him and in the end he just couldn't fight it anymore as he drowned in a pit of blackness.

Coughing he sat up in a bed he didn't recognize in a room he had never been ion before. It wasn't a hospital he knew that for sure and it wasn't his bed that he shared with Rebekah. Something had to be admist, but he didn't know what.

Usually when Damon was in a room he explored it a little more. He removed the sheets from the bed and almost immediately shattered a picture to the floor. He never kept pictures around the house. He studied the picture almost immediately taken aback by what he saw.

The picture hadn't been of him and Rebekah. It had been of him and another girl he had never seen before. Long curly brown hair reached down to her back and she had the kindest brown eyes that he had ever seen in a girl. They looked so in love in this picture, but he had no clue who she was.

He set the picture back down carefully and sat back down on the bed terrified. What was happening here? How did he get here? And what was his connection to this mysterious woman?

Damon jumped slightly and the woman who had been in the photographs appeared on the other side of the door. She smiled at him slightly as she loosened the draw strings of her robe exposing her nakedness to him, but why would she be showing him this if he was a stranger. She should be screaming or threatening for him to get out, but she wasn't.

She crawled on the bed getting as close to him as possible. He wanted to shrink back from her but he couldn't . There was just something about her that was just so entrancing. She kissed him on the lips and it wasn't just a small peck either it was a full fledged deep in love kiss that you only had with the person you had a deep connection too. Who the hell was this woman and why was she kissing him?

He pulled away from her as she looked at him with confusion.

"Who are you?" he said looking at those gorgeous brown eyes that he never wanted to look away from.

"Haha, very funny Damon. It's me Elena."

He searched his head for the name, but came up with nothing. He looked down and saw the ring on her finger. A ring that he had given Rebekah after they had been married. What had this derranged woman done with Rebekah?

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" he asked as sternly as possible.

Elena laughed slightly as she touched his cheek stroking it.

"You really are a good actor Damon. I'm right here silly."

He was about to yell at her when she reached over and pulled out another picture of them only this time it was a picture of them at their wedding. Damon looked down at his wedding ring different from the one Rebekah had purchased for him. Rebekah. Where was she? What was going on here? He jumped pout of the bed leaving the deranged woman behind and walked into the living room nearly cursing as he did.

Toys laid across the room as Elena ran up behind him with a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"Damon, you're acting strange. I know you're a method actor and all but I don't remember reading any parts like this."

He turned around and looked at her. Her face was filled with genuine concern, but he had never met this woman in his life. How could she possibly be acting this way and how come there were pictures of them all over this place.

"Elena, I have to go out for a while."

"In your pajamas? Wouldn't you rather change first?"

Before he could say a word something rushed into his side and he looked down at a child who appeared no more than the age of four with blue eyes that reminded him of his.

"Arianna, what have I said about running in the house?" Elena said picking up the small child who clung onto her for dear life.

"Sorry mommy. I just wanted to say hi to daddy."

Daddy?

Damon gave them both a puzzled and confused look as he looked around the room. Traces of him and Elena were everywhere and traces of him and Rebekah were nowhere to be seen. What the hell was happening? He felt like he couldn't breath. How was this possible?

"Daddy are you okay?" the little girl said as Elena stepped closer to him.

"No!" he yelled stepping away from Elena and the small child.

They must have had the wrong guy. All he knew was that he couldn't stay here. He turned around and ran out of the apartment leaving Elena and the little girl behind.