"Benedic anima patitur natura ut veritas innotescat. Educ perdita euismod. Ut qui vere nos animo paterentur." Gloria chanted softly as Damon stood in a circle surrounded by flames. Wind whipped past his face as Gloria kept chanting the spell. Damon looked at the room around him with calculating eyes. The room was in the back behind the bar and was cleared out. It was 10 ft by 10 ft with dark blue paint on the walls and chestnut hardwood floors. Damon glanced at Gloria as he felt a soft pain in the back of his head. The pain started to intensify till with a soft cry, Damon collapsed to his knees. Images, sounds and smells started flying past his eyes before finally stopping in what looked like a forest.

Damon glanced around him before he noticed a person just a few feet in front of him. "Hello?" Damon said, confused as he reached a hand out to shake the person to get their attention. His hand went straight through the person in front of him. 'The spell.' Damon realized, 'It worked' Damon watched in amazement as he stared at the person in front of him. He realized in utter fascination that the person in front of him was actually him. A more human and certainly more kind him but still him. "You're late." past Damon called out startling Damon as he glanced around not even realizing another person had walked into the forest clearing. The man in front of him had short brown hair and dark chestnut brown eyes. He stood at about 6'1 and wore the attire of a young landowner.

"Not my fault this time love. I had to slip away from my Elder brothers with some excuse as to having found that precious stone they have been looking for ages for." The man told him with a smirk gracing his face. "You just love to cause trouble. Don't you Kol Mikaelson?" past Damon asked with a similar smirk gracing his features. "Always love. Trouble isn't why we are here though is it? We are here because you are the last in a long and powerful line of warlocks. We are here because you went to my witches and asked for help to control the gifts that nature has bestowed upon you." Kol said as he stepped closer with every word until he was standing inches in front of him. "You are completely right." past Damon whispered into Kol's ear. Suddenly the scene changed before him and he was no longer standing in a clearing in the forest. He was standing in the middle of town with Zachariah Lockwood beside him. "You are playing a dangerous game with that vampire Damon. If anyone finds out they will burn you and him alongside each other." Past Damon only laughed at him, "Then I guess it is a good thing that you and I are the only ones who know of him Zachariah. For if I am found out then I know exactly who spoke of it to the town council." Zachariah looked uncomfortable as past Damon spoke before finally he spoke up. "I wouldn't Damon but at the same time making deals with such a creature. I believed you and I had an accord struck on the matter as soon as you came into your inheritance. I get you the stone and you get the spell to break my curse." Damon glanced between the two his face showing nothing but confusion. 'What deal did I strike with Zachariah back then?'

The Damon from the pasts face went from amused to angry in seconds. "We do have an accord but may I remind you that Mr. Mikaelson is teaching me so that I may fulfil my end of the bargain. Once you have the moonstone from Lady Katerina and he has his brother in town then I will see to it that we may break the curse. Thus, giving you the ability to shift at will Mr. Lockwood. One more threat and I will see to it that you never break your curse." past Damon spat out at Zachariah Lockwood.. The scene in front of him changed once more as he was once more in the forested clearing.

"Mr. Mikaelson it seems as if we are nearly ready for you to fetch your brother." past Damon murmured as Kol circled him as if he were prey. Kol let out a soft laugh as he came to stand in front of past Damon. "You are correct Damon. It is about time I fetch my brother. Sadly it seems I shall have to find another Warlock for the spell." Kol told him, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Confusion littered Damon's face as the words registered with him. "I was under the impression you wished for me to perform the ritual Mr. Mikaelson. Was I mistaken?" "No love, you are correct in your assumption. At first I wished for you to perform the ritual. Then I came upon a truly marvelous piece of information which changed the plans all together. It seems that you and my brother Niklaus are destined." "Destined?" "In other words you and Niklaus are Soulmates. Meant to be. True Love." Damon glowered at Kol as he stepped closer to him. "No offense meant Mr. Mikaelson but I refuse to accept that Nature would pair me with a vampire. There must be some mistake with the knowledge you have heard. I will never be with your brother." Damon all but growled at him as he stepped backwards. "You seem to misunderstand me just a little Damon. It seems you are under the impression that you will have a choice in the matter. I will be informing my brother of your existence tomorrow. Once I do there will be no place in this world or the next that you will be able to hide." Kol said pinning Damon's back up against a tree. Damon 's body seized as a witch came into the clearing and started to speak. "Cierra los recuerdos, mantén el vínculo en línea. La debilidad será fuerte con la pareja hasta que la puerta se rompa y los recuerdos y poderes regresen. Un verdadero yo y luchar encerrado con un vínculo protegido por la ignorancia." The words registered to Kol's brain a second too late as he let Damon drop against the floor. As the spell completed Kol ripped out the heart of his witch for daring to disobey him. Cursing himself, Kol shoved his blood down Damon's throat. He would get Niklaus and a witch to break the spell. Until then he needed to insure Damon would be there when they got back. "We will be coming for you shortly, love. Until then, you will not remember anything about what has transpired or anything about the name Mikaelson." Kol compelled.

Damon stared at his past self as the memories slotted themselves into his mind. He watched as his past self started back towards Mystic Falls and he was suddenly yanked out of the memory and he was back in Gloria's bar.

"So what did you see?" Gloria asked as she watched him carefully. Damon looked at her as he felt power coursing through his body. He could feel a connection he hadn't felt in so many years. It was as if the world itself was trying to connect to him in any way possible. "I knew his brother, Kol. He was the one who turned me into a vampire." Damon said slowly as he remembered that the same day Kol had left had been the same day Guiseppe had killed him and Stefan. Damon walked out of the circle Gloria had used for the spell and was heading for the door so he could leave as quickly as possible. Damon hadn't been around any fellow witches or warlocks in centuries other than the Bennett family but he knew they didn't care for vampire warlock hybrids. More often than not, Heretics as they were known as for some reason, were hunted and killed.

Others said that they were menaces and went against nature herself. For that simple crime they deserved to be killed. 'If nature truly didn't want heretics though then why had it allowed them in the first place.' Damon thought as he reached the door. "Damon, wait. Where are you going? Damon!" Gloria called out as Damon took off out the door. Damon bolted heading to the one place his memories had allowed him to see clearly. The house his true father had left in Damons name so he could practice with his Grimoire. The house was released to his name when he became of age or at least what was classified as of age in 1864. With any luck it would not have been touched since his biological father had set it up.

Sadly, though that would mean the Grimoire his father had left him would not have seen the light of day in over 150 years. Damon looked around as he made it to a forest just on the outskirts of Chicago. The house shouldn't be too far from where he was at the moment. Not too far by vampire standards anyway but by human standards it would have taken a few days to reach it. He slammed to a stop as he came upon the house if you could call it that anymore anyway. It was a small house in the middle of the woods with overgrown trees, shrubs and weeds around the doorway. The roof sagged from years upon years of water damage while the windows were covered in so much grime and dirt it was a miracle he could see anything through them.

The outer walls which were once upon a time a chestnut brown were now a washed out grey. Steeling himself Damon yanked upon the front door as the unused hinges let out a terrible squeak. Heading inside he saw that it wasn't much better as one could smell mold from where water had leaked through the roof and had a continuous leak. He wrinkled his nose as the mold smell was accompanied by the musty smell all unused items got over time when it wasn't aired out. Damon started to walk around the small 2 bedroom house seeing a room for an adult before happening across one for a child. The room it seemed was for him as he saw the Grimoire sitting upon the bed and a faded old sheet of parchment peeking out of it.

Pulling the note out of the grimoire Damon let his magic surround it ensuring that it was safe before opening it and seeing it was addressed to him.

Dear Damon,

My wonderful young child if you are reading this then you have come into your magic. This is your inheritance and a true gift as unlike other warlocks it will never leave you. I am truly sorry that the same could not be said for me. This home and grimoire are yours for however long you wish to have them. Our family line lays on your shoulders my son as you are the last from the line of Faye itself. The line continues through you as it has for years and will continue to do so forever. I knew as soon as you were born that you were destined for greatness as I felt a great power coursing through you. You are strong my son. I truly look forward to seeing the path you will one day take. You are truly the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Never lose that spark of fire I saw in your eyes so many years ago

Until we meet again,

Nathaniel Faye

Damon stared at the note longingly as he read his father's words to him. He had never met him and more likely than not never would as this note had been written over 150 years ago. The only reason he had even known about him was because his mother had told him before she had passed. Glancing at the Grimoire and the note in his hand Damon made a promise right there. No matter what happened in the future, he would stand by his father's last words. Niklaus Mikaelson's mate or not Damon would find whatever was meant to happen to him and face it as the strong last surviving memory of the Faye line just as what was asked of him. If only Damon knew what he would have to risk to make such a promise come true then he might have thought twice about making such a promise.