Only Selina and other OCs are mine.

April 5, 1994

Caro diary,

Well, as the Americans say, I think the bomb has finally been dropped. But let me explain.

When I got out to the Lamborghini yesterday, Dante was there just like Damon had said he would be. He was in the backseat looking kind of sulky and curled up in a ball. I tapped lightly on his window, and he sprang up quickly, starting. Then, I walked to the driver's side, and got behind the wheel.

I love driving. It's sort of a power issue with me. I've even driven Stefan's car a few times, although Porsches are German cars. I don't want to end up a prejudiced xenophobe like Grossmutter was.

Anyway, I'm letting myself get off topic. When I got in the car, I saw Dante looking at me out of the corner of my eye. It seemed like he wanted to say something. We drove along, and it seemed like he was getting tenser and tenser. I thought to myself, per il ragazzo di causa del dio, ad esempio che cosa desiderate dire già! Finally, I muttered it under my breath. That got his attention.

"What did you say?" his voice sounded curious, and it made my answer come out more calm then tense.

"If there's something you want to say, go ahead and say it. I can tell there's something on your mind.

He grinned. "Well, actually there is. Can I drive? This is a sweet ride."

When he said that, it almost made me rear-end the car ahead of us. At the next stoplight, I turned and looked him in the eye.

"Look, this car is my baby. No one except a select few can drive it besides me. Now come on, what's really bothering you?"

He sighed. "It's the stupid dreams again. Ever since I came here, they've been more frequent and more intense then they ever were before. And it's not just dreams. My senior year of high school, we went on a summer trip to Florence, and we toured this one house, I think the tour guide called it Il Palazzo Del Mare. Anyway, it seemed like I had some connection to it or something. We went into one room, it had belonged to the little boy of the house, and something in my brain told me to push aside the velvet ropes that prevent the tourists from touching the stuff in the rooms and go in and get myself reacquainted with my stuff. I resisted, but that's really weird, huh? You seem quiet all of a sudden. What's wrong?"

Well, what he felt would seem weird to him, but it seemed perfectly fantastic to me. Il Palazzo Del Mare was our summer house in Florence. Damon's, mine, and Gianni's. It would have been Mia's too, but she was born in winter.

"Did you find it strange that the something that told you to break down the ropes was telling you to get reacquainted with children's toys?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, a little bit. And the real kicker was that before we started the tour, we saw a painting of the people who owned the house, and they look exactly like the people in my dreams."

And what do those people in your dreams look like?"

"They look like you and Damon."

Just then, my phone rang. It was Damon saying that he and Andria had found a place. He gave me the address, and I hung up and began driving in that direction.

"What were you saying?"

"Oh, yeah. The people in my dreams, the people who are my parents in my dreams, look exactly like you and Damon. Same names and everything. In order for that to be true, you'd have to be reincarnated too, or be vampires or something."

Another stoplight. "Dante, do you believe in vampires?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I believe in vampires. I know that's what Katherine and James were."

"So if I told you I was a vampire, you would believe me."

"Yeah."

"Okay, well, you're right. Damon and I are vampires."

He been looking down at his lap before, but now, he looked up at me, and I saw pure fury and fire in his eyes, when it had not been there before.

"Li odio! Come potreste fare questo a me? A Mia? Li amavo e lo avete abbandonato appena. Nonlo neghi."

I gasped, praying for another stoplight, or for the magical appearance of the shrink's office. Dante had given in to his former self. It seems that since I had divulged to him Damon's and my true fate, he could continue being Gianni to me.

I tested him, the fury in my voice matching his.

"Potete odiarli, ma avete sposato la donna che la mia nonna ha selezionato per voi contro i miei desideri, voi non?"

I had him there. He had married the woman Grossmtter had picked out for him against my wishes. Unfortunately, he still had plenty of steam left.

"Ed eravate là per arrestarli? Inoltre, lo zio Johan ha detto che sarebbe una buona programma. Grossmutter aveva speso il tempo molto gli che dice quanto meraviglioso ero. Non ho desiderato rompere il suo cuore."

I couldn't help but snort at that. Break her heart my ass. Anyone who can't handle a break-up needs to spend some time in the real world. Then again, I guess I'm tougher emotionally then most people.

"Eravate sempre senso troppo sensibile. Perchè non potreste indurirsi su un piccolo?"

That made him even angrier, further proof that like his zio Stefan, he was very sensitive.

"Non ogni uomo può essere come il papa, mama!"

When I heard that, it was at a stoplight, and I had to break quickly. Dante hit his head against the back of my seat.

"Dante are you all right?"

He looked sort of groggy and his vision seemed out of focus.

"What happened?" he sounded as sleepy as he looked.

"You don't remember?"

"No. you told me that you and Damon were vampires, and then, I think I blacked out. Did I say anything?"

I nodded. "Yes, you had a major regression. And I know something now. You truly are our son. Damon's and mine."

He looked at me for a few seconds, and then stared out the window.

"What did I say?"

I sighed again. "You were upset with me for leaving you. I added some bits in so it was more of a conversation. You were speaking fluent Italian too."

"Really?"

"The last thing you said before you hit your head was that not every man was like your father, and that's true."

"Do you think we should tell Damon and Andria about this?"

I grinned. "No. let them see it for themselves."

Finally, we arrived at the shrink's office, where Damon and Andria stood waiting by entrance. Dante and I smiled at each other. Before we went in, Damon asked me, "So Bella, what happened with Dante?"

And I just told him, "Be patient, you'll see."

Fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora,

Selina

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