okay so it's been like forever since I updated this story and I hate that I did that but I've been ill and very busy with school but I decided it was time to come back and give you what you want ;)

welcome to the new subscribers and followers, I would love to hear what you think of the story

I hope I still have it in me to please you with this chapter...

so I invite you all for a little trip down memory lane :)

POV Sam

To say the least I got bored really quickly, I wandered around Mystic Falls but couldn't get my mind away from Damon and 'his' Andie. Who was he kidding? Yeah so maybe he kinda likes her but her love for him is fake. How can he let his heart be fooled like that? It is the Katherine story all over again. Why does he crave the one person who will not love him in return?

"well look who we have here.."

The sneering in the voice brings back memories of a long forgotten, or at least trying to forget, past.

"Katherine, fancy seeing you here, how are you?"

She's eying me like a prey, slowly circling around me, I copy her moves. Who will attack who is always the question when it comes to her.

"why are you always in the way when I want to talk to Damon? I can only wonder…"

I look at her in wonder, what is she talking about?

"1864, where were you?" she asks her head tilted to the left, her curls bouncing of her shoulder.

"why do you want to know where I was a hundred and so many years ago?"

Her eyes flash with anger. Before I know it, I'm pressed against a wall with a very angry Katherine in front of me.

"now, now Katherine, we do know better that to make an original angry now don't we?"

I push her away, slightly harder than I expected, she crashes in the other wall. I swear if I would look in the mirror right now, I would see Damon's famous grin of anticipation of a fight.

"you were here, in Mystic Falls playing with Damon's head. He told me he fell in love with you before I ever came along. He said you met at a ball."

Wait what now? But before I can even wonder about what she's talking, I'm hit by a memory so vivid it could have knocked me of my feet.

1864 –Mystic Falls – Salvatore Estate

"miss Mikaelson, how lovely to make your acquaintance"

Guiseppe kisses my hand and leads me into the hall. The house in all it's splendor glows of life and vibrates of colors.

"I would like you to meet my sons."

Two young men are standing in front of me. The younger one seems shy, I guess he's about 12 years old. He tries to hide away behind his brother who doesn't seem to mind very much. His brother is older and seems totally different. Those captivating eyes seemed to not allow you to look away.

"this is Stefan Salvatore, my youngest son, almost 13 years old, right my boy?"

Guiseppe pulls the little boy from behind his brother. His hair is very decent in waxy waves on his head to resemble his father. He even attempts to stand in the same way, proud and tall.

"and this is Damon Salvatore my oldest son and soon to be my pride in Confederate Army, right my boy?"

"yes father"

The boy or I may better say man, spoke with such a pride yet it seemed like a pain was hidden in those eyes. A pain that was long forgotten for the rest but it seemed to haunt him.

"and Misses Salvatore?" I ask politely.

The pain in Damon his eyes becomes more visible.

"she passed away many years ago, Stefan was still very young"

Some hatred appear in Damon his eyes but it's gone before anyone else could see it. Poor man blames his brother in a way for the death of their mother but he is a big brother and sees it as his duty to protect him.

"I'm sorry for my question, it was very rude of me"

I give them a small bow and mix in between the people. I had heard about the counsel of Mystic Falls, trying their best to keep vampires at bay but it was still somehow my home. The place where our other life began and we left the old one behind.

I feel a slight tingling in my neck, like someone is watching me up close. I turn and look straight in the eyes of Damon. He seems nervous at first but then it looks like he made up his mind.

"would you please honor me with this dance miss Mikaelson?"

Like magic the nervous boy whose eyes were filled with pain and hurt, became a man ready for the world to bring it's wonders. What a pity he had decided to go to the war.

"the honor is mine mister Salvatore"

He guides me to the dance floor and we start a slow waltz. His arms are firm and protecting. I feel for the first time in centuries safe. The thought frightens me. Last time I felt that way our lives changed forever, I became a vampire and lost my family soon after. Only Elijah, Klaus and Rebekah remained and even those disappeared and found their own ways.

"you seem lost in thoughts"

I focus back on the man in front of me and smile for what felt like the first time in ages.

"you had me thinking dear mister Salvatore"

"Please I insist, call me Damon"

"Alright but only if you call me Samantha"

We nod in understanding and continue our waltz in a grace that made some of the people around us stop just to look.

"I had you thinking you said"

"yes, why venture to a war where the chance on surviving is not guaranteed? Why not build a family?"

He smiles thoughtfully and looks me deep in the eyes.

"I never met a woman worth my attention but tonight might have just changed that."

He means me? This is not the way I wanted this conversation to go. He can't be with me, I can not bear the thought of ever having to let him go if he gets old. I could change him but I would never give someone the same curse as myself.

"well Damon, I hope you make that girl very happy. Now if you would excuse me, I need some air"

I leave before he can respond. I walk through the giant windows and lean on the railing of the balcony.

"seems like that did not fair well, sister"

I turn and look Elijah in the eyes. He casually leans against the wall next to the windows.

"he's an honest man and if I were human…"

"but you're not my dear Samantha unless you plan on changing him than he can be yours forever"

"you know I can't… But he's different Elijah"

He pushes himself of the wall and walks in slow strides towards me. He gives me a glass of champagne and looks into the hall were Damon is now dancing with a girl who asks his attention but he's too distracted to give it.

"this 'love' as you think you're feeling, will only cause you pain. Trust me I know."

I give him a questioning look which he refuses to answer.

"I'm sorry dear sister but I can't let you walk into your despair"

Before I fully understand what's happening, the scenery fades into darkness…

Present

I fall gaspingly against the alley wall facing Katherine.

"that night I made my entrance in the Salvatore Estate but all Damon could talk about was you and how perfect you are. Sorry to tell you but I compelled him to forget you ever existed. Same with everyone else at the party… sorry to burst your bubble"

She walks of smugly like she just punched me in the face. Little did she know that I also had forgotten that memory…

Elijah it's time for a little talk…

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*try imagining Damon begging you, I'm sure that'll do the trick*