RoseWood1: I'm sorry I killed Isabelle. Oh don't cry, you really liked Isabelle didn't you? You like Jack the Ripper? Hmm, he's all right, wait a minute, nobody knows who Jack the Ripper was, he could have been a she. Thank you for the happy birthday, ach horrible 18. Anyways, hope you like this chapter. ;)

Leiska: Hello honey, you liked Isabelle too? I'm sorry, but it made the story interesting though you have to admit. Happy Birthday to you too. ;) Sweet Sixteen. Hope you like this chapter? ;)

Jez101: Thanks; I'll need all the luck I can get for my book. Yeah, I think Marie and Daniel make a great couple, so did Marie and Isabelle come to think of it. Thank you, I had a great birthday. Yeah, none of the other fics that I've read had anything with Jack the Ripper in it, so I decided to add some real history in there. Glad to know that it's made the story interesting. ;)

Thea101: You and Jez101 said practically the same thing about Marie and Daniel, do you know that? Yeah the Ripper did do pretty horrible things, but I'm interested in things like that. I know, I know, I'm morbid but I can't help that. Bloody hell, it's 6:45pm and here I am yawning every five seconds, and I got up and 12:40 today. Hmm. Anyways hope you like this chapter? ;)

This chapter is dedicated to RoseWood1, hope you like the twist I did? Since I killed off your "girl" I'll make it up to you by the end of the chapter. Hope it's good? ;) I'M SORRY FOR KILLING OFF ISABELLE! ::ducks from flying vegetables:: Hey! Watch with the cabbage!

WARNING: A LITTLE FEMSLASH HERE FOR YA. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THIS, THEN DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Part 7: Heartache.

"To this day, I still don't know what happened to Isabelle." I say to my brothers, coming back to the present day.

"Is Daniel still alive?" Bonnie asks, breaking through my train of thought.

"Yes." I reply, looking at the floor, tears present in my eyes. Even though Isabelle has been dead for over a century, it still pains me to think about her.

"Is he still with you?" Elena asks.

"Yes, but he broke off our engagement." I reply looking up from the floor to meet her eyes, but instead I look into a pair of black eyes exactly like my own.

"Why did he break it off?" Damon asks.

"After Isabelle died, I went out looking for comfort and solitude. I got it the only way I knew how." I answer, trying not to think about that.

"Which was?" Meredith asks.

"Sleeping with everyone I could find." I reply. "Daniel couldn't give me that comfort and solitude because he was heartbroken like me, so I got it from those around me."

"I take it Daniel found out?" Stefan asks.

"Yes, he found out about forty years after I started, and he ran after that. I never saw him again until twenty years later." I say, trying to give as little information as possible. "He told me he'd take me back, on one condition."

"What condition was that?" Matt asks, looking at me intently.

"That I'd never sleep with anyone else other than him. That I'd have to be true to him, believe in monogamy if you will." I say, sighing. "And I've lived up to that. Instead I went out looking for you two." I look at both Damon and Stefan when I say that.

"How long have you been looking for us?" Stefan asks.

"For most of this century." I answer. "I never had anything to live for after Isabelle died, and when Daniel left me I went on a killing spree. It was the only way to ease the pain, to inflict pain and death to others."

"Sounds like you were trying to wear Damon's shoes." Meredith mumbles.

"They wouldn't fit." I reply, trying to be funny. "After Daniel left, I went home and started massacring the people there. Then I moved from Italy to France and Spain, and then all over Europe, killing as I went, revelling in the bloodshed. I murdered people in Russia, Greece, Turkey, and Egypt and all over the East. I met Daniel in Germany, when I was attempting to kill Hitler. Then we went back home, and for a while I gave up killing, but the heartache made me do it again.

We moved back here to America, and I created more havoc. Daniel couldn't say anything about the murders; he knew how much the pain hurt. And besides." I say, shrugging. "He'd rather I took lives, than me betraying him again."

"Strange man." Matt mumbles.

"Where are you living?" Damon asks, ignoring Matt's comment.

"Just outside Fell's Church." I reply. "Speaking of, I'd better head back home or Daniel will be wondering where I am." I say, consulting my watch.

"Marie?" Stefan asks.

"Yes Stefan?" I ask, looking up at him lying in the bed.

"Mind if we stay with you?" he asks.

"Who's we?" I look around the room.

"Elena and I? Elena's supposed to be dead, so she can't go home." Stefan answers.

"Of course you can." I reply, giving my twin a pained smile. Reminiscing about Isabelle has made the pain come back full force.

"And what about me?" Damon asks in his lazy velvety voice. "I'm sure my little bambino would let me stay with her?" at this, Damon gives me his most charming and dazzling smile.

"Come on then." I say grabbing his hand and drag Damon off the bed. I giggle as we both loose our balance and we end up in a heap on the floor, Damon underneath me. He actually laughs when we fall, he picks himself up into a sitting position and I sit in between his legs, wrapping my arms around his waist. I hold on tight, not wanting to let go. Damon holds me back with equal tightness, I pull back slightly and give Damon a quick peck on the lips.

"I missed doing that." I say, beaming at him. I look up to the bed, into Stefan's eyes. "Stefan Lorenzo Salvatore!" I hiss, using his full name. "Get your ass down here right now!"

Stefan looks at me; his expression is one of shock, surprise and a little anger for using his full name. But he gets off the bed and kneels down on the floor beside Damon and me. I let go of Damon and wrap my arms around my twin, hugging him tight. I reach up and give him a peck on the lips as well.

"I missed to guys so much." I say, tears falling down my face. Both of my brothers look at one another then they both embrace me, Damon from behind and Stefan from the front.

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Half an hour later, all of us, including Bonnie, Meredith and Matt, are sitting in my black stretched limo, cruising down the roads of Fell's Church. After two hours, we pull up to a long twisting driveway, and the car parks in front of a tall black mansion.

I get a series of "wows" and a few whistles, from the sight of my magnificent house.

"You live here?" Bonnie asks in her squeaky voice.

"Yes. I have lived here for about ten years or so." I reply, opening the car door and climbing up the steps leading to the front door. The others follow; the limousine drives off to the garage near the back of the house.

I knock the huge lignum vitae door, which opens to reveal a tall burley man dressed in a black suit, complete with tie.

"Good morning My Lady." The man greets, opening the door and lets all of us in.

"Good morning Miguel." I reply. "Everything been alright while I've been gone?"

"Yes My Lady." He replies.

"Where is Lord Daniel?" I ask, looking around the foyer and up the spiralling staircase.

"I think he said something about going on the Internet looking for something. He also said that he wishes to see you My Lady." Miguel answers.

"I take it he's in one of the libraries?" I ask.

"Yes Ma'am. I believe he's in the one in your wing of the house." Miguel replies.

"Thank you Miguel." I answer, gesturing to the others to follow me. We walk up the staircase and into the elevator on the first floor. I push the button for the fourth floor, and we go up.

The elevator stops and we all climb out. I lead the way to two huge double doors, both made out of the same lignum vitae as the front door, with golden handles. I open one of the doors and enter my favourite library in the whole house. The walls are simply covered in paintings, one of which is my beloved Isabelle, this painting is life-sized, and I painted the picture myself about ten years after she died.

This library has books galore, thousands upon thousands of books around the room. The library is about fifty feet wide and forty feet long. The room also has about twenty computers of the best models. On one of the computers I see a figure with long brown hair, he is typing away furiously.

I go up to him silently, and wrap my arms around his shoulders. I put my hand under his chin and tilt his head back; I lean down and give Daniel a long and passionate kiss. I pull back and Daniel looks up at me and smiles.

"Today has definitely started off well for me." He says. He looks behind me to see Damon giving him the angriest glare I have ever seen. Damon is known to do that, I once had a boy who fancied me when I was thirteen, he kissed me and Damon broke his arm because of it.

"Down boy." I say to my brother, seeing him seething at Daniel. Can you tell that Damon is protective over his baby sister?

"Who's your friends?' Daniel asks in a scratched voice, not taking his eyes away from Damon.

I walk over to Damon and Stefan and introduce them both.

"This is my twin brother Stefan." I say to Daniel, holding Stefan's hand.

"And this is my older brother Damon." I say, holding Damon's hand. Damon pulls his hand from mine and wraps it protectively around my shoulders, the look on his face says one thing: "MINE!"

"He's very…protective." Daniel says, eyeing Damon's arm around me. It looks as though the monster with the green eyes is coming out from Daniel. This monsters name is Jealousy.

"He gets like that, don't worry." I say. For the first time, I look at Bonnie, who's standing underneath Isabelle's portrait, and gasp.

"What is it?" Both Damon and Daniel ask.

"Look at Isabelle's painting, and look underneath." I say in an excited whisper. Everyone looks at the painting and then at Bonnie.

"Oh. My. God!" Daniel gasps.

"What is it?" Bonnie asks in a panicked voice. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she demands.

I walk over to Bonnie and touch her face. I pull her back and turn her around so that she's facing the painting. Bonnie gasps and puts her hand to her mouth.

"That's…that's…me!" she says, hyperventilating.

"That's Isabelle." I say to her, holding her upright. I turn Bonnie back so that she's facing me this time. "You came back to me." I whisper, putting my cheek against hers. I gently nuzzle at Bonnie's face, and then I start to cry.

Bonnie wraps her arms around me, and I pull my face back to look at her. As I do, Bonnie leans in and kisses me. I thought goes through my head at this particular moment. *Bonnie is Isabelle reincarnated!*

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A/N: Awww. Poor Marie. Oh well, she got her Isabelle back, but she's different. How will Bonnie cope with finding out that she's really Isabelle's reincarnation? Find out in Part 8: Remembrance. Please review and let me know what you think.