Questions

Damon returned from checking that he and the girl had not been followed by any of the gang. When he returned, he walked in the room to see her looking at something on his draws.

          'Not that thought Damon.'

Bonnie was so engrossed with the picture that she did not notice him come into the room. The picture looked just like her yet it couldn't be. The girl in the picture looked slightly older than her now she came to think about it, her hair was in tighter ringlets. Also it was impossible. This picture looked about 200 years old from the way it looked, in the days when pictures still stood still (A/N this is set 200 years in the future remember. In this fic pictures move)

As Damon drew closer, his worse fears were realised as he saw that it was indeed the picture. He usually did not leave that picture in view as any of his vampire friends that saw it would ask questions because the girl in the picture was clearly human and due to the way the picture was kept, it was obvious that he had feelings for the girl.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Bonnie was so shocked by the words that she dropped the picture. It was about to smash on the ground when Damon snatched it with inhuman reflexes and held it close to him. He then glared at the girl but found himself unable to keep it as the girl reminded him so much of his past love. His gaze softened and in an uncharacteristically soft voice for him he asked "What is your name?" He was almost certain he knew the answer but he had to be sure.

Bonnie was shocked. She was sure the stranger was going to go berserk but instead he asked a question. Out of her shock she answered. Her answer seemed to confirm her suspicion so he asked another question. "Did you ever know a person called Damon?"

Bonnie wondered why she had been asked this question as she knew she'd never known any one by that name in her life yet she was sure that the name was familiar and, now she thought about it, so did this person, whom she assumed must be Damon.

"Name sounds familiar doesn't it." He smirked. Bonnie nodded in response. "Well well well. What are the odds of this? A descendent of the druids rescued by her demon saviour. That would be me by the way. Damon Salvatore." Bonnie gasped at the statement. She had never told anybody that when she retraced her family two months ago, she had traced it back to the druids; also, the name Salvatore stirred more memories.

@--- Flashback---@

Bonnie was in somebody else's backyard. Damon was leaning forward to kiss her. Her body was filled with tension and longing. It was just then that Bonnie realised she was leaning forward to meet him and when their lips touched, the kiss was soft yet she could feel something him too. Lust.

@--- Flashback ended---@

Bonnie shook the thought out of her head. She then looked at Damon. It was definitely the same person. There were stars in that sky and Bonnie had never seen a star in her life and also nobody had seen a star in the sky without the aid of a telescope for 50 years. So why did the man in front of her still seem the exact same age. She was sure this wasn't her imagination but a memory, if not from this life then from a previous one. She then looked at Damon to see that he was still smirking.

"Remember anything? You seem a bit pale." Bonnie was already beginning to hate that smirk. She watched as he took a lollypop from his pocket, removed it from its packet and then placed it into his mouth. Bonnie was mesmerised by this simple action. To her it seemed so…. erotic.

Looking at her, Damon removed the lollypop and once again wore the same facial expression. "Want a lick?"

Bonnie blushed and looked down. That was not something she wanted to hear after that flashback. "So, Bonnie, what are you doing with this life? Know anybody by the name of Elena or Meredith?"

"How did you know?" replied Bonnie in shock.

Damon just chuckled. "History truly does repeat itself you know."

"OK, but can I ask you a question?

"You did but feel free." Damon said sitting down. He reminded her of a cat. Laid back and lazy.

"Who is that in the picture? And when was it taken?"