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AN: This chapter isn't edited and will surely have plenty of mistakes. DO NOT copy this story anywhere without explicit permission.

Next Day

The Tomb

"Damon?"

His eyes snapped open and landed on Valeria, who was smiling softly at him.

'What…? Didn't she understand!? With Katherine right here! She wasn't safe!'

He couldn't help himself as he blurred in front of her and snapped, "What the hell are you doing here!?"

She rolled her eyes in a way he had become accustomed to recently and said, "I couldn't just leave you here now, could I?"

He looked into her eyes and swallowed hard at the emotions shining in them. Her eyes were filled with so much care and love for him, that Damon couldn't help the burst of emotions that flooded through him.

Taking a step closer, she moved her hand to caress his cheek slowly, lovingly and he couldn't help but close his eyes and savour the contact. How long had it been since someone cared about him? Loved him for who he was? Never, as far as he remembered.

Valeria rested her hand against his chest before trailing upwards to rest on his neck. Her hand moved to rest on the back of his neck as she pushed her body against his. She urged him to tilt his head down while leaning towards him at the same time until their lips were breadth apart.

"Val?" Damon choked out, his heart hammered in his chest. "What – what are...?"

His words broke off when Valeria nipped at his ear, swirled her tongue around his earlobe and whispered, "I want you, Damon. Don't you want me?"

He couldn't stop the moan that tumbled out even as he asked, "What about Stefan?"

"I'm not the girl who was engaged to your brother. He's not the one I want." She whispered seductively before adding, "We're free to do whatever we want."

Unable to control himself anymore, he wrapped his hands around her waist and hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Damon found himself pinning Val against the adjacent wall. Her fingers weaved themselves into the back of his hair and she pulled his lips down in a desperate move. They crashed together and Damon wasted no time licking into her mouth. The kiss was filled with need and passion and Val's lips on his were glorious. It was so worth the heartache he was going to suffer when Val remembered their lives and decided that Stefan would always be the one.

The thought burned him and he gasped awake, panting heavily. He had been lying with his back on one of the larger stones, still locked in the tomb with Katherine standing not far away, smirking like a cat who got the canary.

'The bitch!'

She arched a brow and nearly sang, "Now wasn't that interesting?"

He was up and had his hand wrapped around Katherine's throat instantly before she could even blink. Her head collided with the wall, making her grimace with pain.

"Stay out of my head!" He hissed out angrily.

"Does Stefan know that you're lusting after his ex-fiancée?" She asked slyly.

Damon's only response was to tighten his grip on her neck, but she merely laughed it off and choked out, "Come on, Damon. We both know by now that you're not capable of killing me."

They both acknowledged the truth behind her words, but Damon felt angry and betrayed and for once, he didn't think, simply snapped her neck and dropped her body on the floor.

Next Morning

Valeria's Apartment

Valeria was still going through the grimoire Bonnie had lent her, unable to find a way that would keep Katherine locked in. Bonnie didn't know how to use her magic to the full extent yet, which was why she needed to focus on bringing the wall down and putting it back up. Meanwhile, she needed to find a way to keep Katherine locked in so the vampire couldn't escape because she wasn't sure how long the freezing charm would last when she would be focused elsewhere. No way in hell she would allow Katherine to escape.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to will away the tiredness fruitlessly when the bell rang. She didn't even need to guess who it would be – Stefan or Bonnie if she wasn't wrong.

As soon as she opened the door, she inhaled sharply. Because she had been wrong. It wasn't either of the two, but someone she thought to be dead. Unbidden images of the man and her laughing and playing came to her mind, making her dizzy for a moment. She couldn't understand the sudden emotions that hit her, only that she was relieved and extremely happy to see the man standing in front of her.

The man standing in front of her smiled before speaking softly, "It took you a while to return home, sister."

She didn't think, just threw her arms around him, desperate for the proof that he was real, not dead or a fragment of her imagination. Burying her face in his neck, she closed her eyes and gasped, "Elijah."

Elijah didn't seem surprised and hugged her back, breathing in her scent after more than 500 years and whispered reverently, "Valeria."

"You're alive." She breathed out, still holding onto him tightly.

"It's not easy to kill an original." He replied smoothly before pulling back.

She let him go albeit reluctantly and asked, "An original?"

"The Originals are the first generation of vampires and primogenitor of our race." He provided before asking, "It's been a long time, sister. We should talk."

Valeria nodded, but before she could invite him in, he asked, "Perhaps you would want to go out?"

Startled, she blinked at him, knowing that he was giving her an out, in case she wasn't comfortable inviting him in. He was a vampire, an original at that, but for some reason, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. She realised for some bizarre reason, that she trusted this stranger impeccably and irrevocably.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she stepped aside and invited him in, "Come on in."

Elijah stared at her for a few seconds before nodding once and stepping inside the threshold. He looked around, instantly noticing the lack of her personal belongings. The apartment was fully furnished, but other than a few tomes lying on the table, which he gathered were grimoires, there was nothing to indicate that a human had been living here for a couple of weeks now.

"Do you know what's happening to me?"

He heard her voice and turned around to face his sister. She was standing by the window with her arms across her chest, staring at him imploringly, looking so much like her older self, that he had to take a breath before asking, "How much do you remember?"

"Not much." She ran a hand through her hair, making it wilder than it had been before and added, "I get glimpses at times. Other than the Salvatore's, I remember you and Niklaus from Katherine's memories."

He looked into her eyes, feeling more confused than he ever had and asked, "The Salvatore's?"

"From what I remember, I – grew up with them… in one of my lives." Valeria shrugged nonchalantly.

Elijah narrowed his eyes suspiciously as something occurred to him and he asked, "You remember Katerina?"

"She was the one who asked Trevor to kill me all those years ago… to stop the ritual." She told him with a cold smile.

Elijah's eyes widened because he hadn't known… If he would've known, he would have… He wouldn't have condemned Niklaus for murdering her entire village.

He swallowed hard and stumbled across his words, "I didn't know. I would've… Even Niklaus…"

Valeria could see the guilt brewing in those brown eyes. She knew for a fact that he wasn't the one to blame, so she whispered, "You didn't know. There was nothing you could've done."

He controlled his anger and stated calmly, "Katerina cannot be condoned."

She nearly bared her teeth and hissed out, "I'm the one she killed… and I'll be the one to decide her fate."

For once, Elijah stared, feeling flabbergasted. In all her reincarnations he'd come across, Valeria had been soft and kind-hearted. Always. He had never heard her threatening anyone in all the time he had spent with her in his 1000 years… but it seemed that the girl standing in front of him wasn't the same.

He inclined his head once, not knowing what else to say.

Valeria relaxed before another thought occurred to her. He was a 1000-year-old vampire – an original at that. If there was someone who could help her, it was him. So, she looked at him and asked, "There's something I need your help with."

Elijah arched an eyebrow questioningly and motioned for her to continue.

AN: I've written 10 chapters (roughly) and will be posting regularly. I'm also working on editing the previous chapters.

It's been a long time since I last posted and many of you might have lost interest. Just wondering if anyone is still interested in reading this?

I also apologise for not replying to any of the messages. I'll try to do it as soon as I can.