April 4, 1994

Caro diary,

Feeling much calmer today, although a little anger at Damon's trick still survives. I had another talk with Dante and Andria around lunchtime. Andria told me that last night had been particularly bad for him. He had a dream of a funeral, and told her how sad he had felt to see the woman in his dreams be gone forever. He had felt a deep love for her, and had wished so for her to come back.

Although I seldom cry, I have to admit that Andria's words brought tears to my eyes. I almost told her to go get her brother then and there so I could tell them both everything, but I restrained myself, thinking that Damon might want to be present for the news, because after all, they were his kids too.

Later, I felt tired, so I decided to take a little nap. It had been my first nap in years of course, but the transition to dreaming wasn't exactly smooth. I tossed and I turned until my eyes closed and I could no longer see the faded red paint on my bedroom walls. Instead, I saw a group of people gathered around a body, and I could hear people speaking in quiet, respectful tones. The priest had just stepped down to allow people to say goodbye to the dead woman laid out in state for all to see.

I recognized the woman. She was me. It was my funeral I was seeing.

"…Ed ora diciamo arrivederci come questa anima affezionata parte per cielo." And now let us say goodbye as this cherished soul departs for heaven.

I could see Gianni standing by Johan and Caroline. He was sobbing heavily, and Mia, who was being held by my brother, cried also.

Gianni stepped away from the crowd, and towards my body. When he saw that no one was looking, he brushed my hair away from my face and kissed my cheek. A tear fell from his eyes onto my dress.

He took a hold of my hand and whispered to me.

"Perchè, Mama? Sig.na il papa che conosco ed ora che siete andati, li mancherò. Sia nella pace eterna nel cielo e prometto di essere buono in modo che quando è la mia girata da venire, li veda ancora."

He was saying goodbye, telling me that he would be good so that he would see me in heaven.

Then, he went over to Johan and took a hold of Mia. Sobbing, she reached for Caroline.

"Mama!" She screamed. It was one of the few words she knew.

Gianni shook his head and brought her over to look at my body. He lifted her up so that she could get a good view. After a few minutes, he brought her down again and spoke to her in a calm and serious tone.

"Mia, questo è mama. Quella è zia Caroline. Sto andando dirvi interamente circa che cosa era come perché li desidero conoscerli come vostro mama e non passare con vita pensante che la zia Caroline e lo zio Johann siano i nostri genitori perché non è allineare."

He actually took time to tell Mia the difference between me and Caroline just as I am sure he told her the difference between me and Katherine. He wanted to make sure Mia knew about us, and that she would love us as much as he had.

After Damon and I split up, I sometimes came back at night to watch Gianni and Mia while they were sleeping. They never knew I was there of course, but it helped ease my mind, and take away some of the guilt.

All of a sudden, everything shattered, and I was aware that my room was full of people. Damon, Dante, and Andria were standing at my bedside staring at me.

"Bella, are you all right?"

At the sound of the name, Dante's eyes widened.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Yes, Damon, I'm fine, I just had a little bad dream, that's all. I'm not sure Dante is though."

Damon turned around and gave Dante an appraising glance while I looked at Mia.

"Is he all right? What's the matter with him?"

She looked troubled. "The man in his dreams calls the woman Bella. And they look a lot like you two. But that's impossible, isn't it?"

Just then, Damon looked at the clock on my wall. "If you want to make it to a doctor's on time, we better leave soon."

I perked up. "Where are you guys going?"

"We're going to see if we can find a new psychologist around here."

Dante finally seemed to have snapped out of his reverie, and now was standing by the door like he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Can I come?"

He looked indifferent. "Sure, if you want to. I don't care."

Damon cleared his throat. "Selina, if you're coming, we're going to have to take both your car and my car."

I got up off my bed and followed him out my door.

"What do you mean 'we should take both your car and my car'? Four people can fit into a Ferrari."

"I know. But I think you and Dante need to do some talking. The dream he had last night was about your funeral."

"But what am I supposed to say? 'Hey, you were my son in a past life, and now that you're reincarnated and I'm a vampire, we can go out for coffee and have a happy life together?' I hate to break it to you amante, but that just won't fly."

"Bambi, just trust me, all right? Now, hurry up. Dante's waiting for you in your car."

What happened in the car will be tomorrow.

Fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora,

Selina

incarnated-soul- I'm glad you liked last chapter. I thought that that was the way Damon would do things. Hope you like this chapter too!

Bella Salvatore- Great penname! Yay! Anyways, I know that this chapter isn't as exciting as last chapter, but I'm kind of glad Damon's starting to have a bit more control in he and Selina's relationship. Hope you like this chapter, and thanks for reviewing. How's Marie II coming along?

tyiagirl- yeah, poor guy. But you gotta admit, he kinda deserved it! Hope you like this chapter and thanks for reviewing!