The next morning, Damon's almost peaceful beauty sleep was interrupted by the door bell. At first, he tried to ignore it, nearly convincing himself that it was by no means the door bell, as there was no one in Mystic Falls, who would care enough to knock his door, this early in the morning. But it seemed that the person on the other side of the door was more than persistent. With a groan, and every cursing word in English and Italian, he made his way to the foyer, with nothing but his pants. Yawning, he opened the door to two blondes, one in her late teens, the other in her mid-twenties. At least that was how they looked. But looks can be deceiving, huh?

He looked at them, from head to toe, and only then stepped aside, "You're here"

The girl, Hope, smiled and shrugged. She then looked at the woman beside her, who he presumed to be her aunt, and said, "This is my Aunt Freya"

Damon, with his signature flirtatious smile, Held out his hand, "I am Damon Salvatore". The girl placed her hand in his, which he swiftly brought to his lips to place a kiss. And he was more than happy to learn that he earned a blush. From the corner of his eyes, Damon could see the girl, Hope, roll her eyes with a smirk. A smirk that he was eerily familiar with. But he just brushed the thought aside, as he straightened. "Upstairs, third and fourth room to the left" he said.

After the two blondes left to their rooms, Damon made his way to his own room. Once inside, his mind worked in hyper speed mode. The woman, Freya, was a human, but her niece was a vampire. This made matters even more complicated. He was going to keep an eye on the blondes. With various scenarios and plans working in his mind, Damon went back to lie down in his bed, hoping he would see his green-eyed witch in his dreams, as usual.

Freya was still blushing, when she entered the third room to the left, since Hope decided she wanted the fourth room. It has been five hundred years since she felt this way. But it was neither the time nor he that kind of person to involve. At least that was what she believed. She was a Mikaelson, and she just doesn't trust anyone, least of all a man who tried to kill her siblings numerous times.

She unpacked her suitcase swiftly and went about organizing them in the closet. Once finished, she laid down on the comfortable bed. Her thoughts involuntarily went to the man just along the corridor. Of course, she knew of the elder Salvatore. It was a common topic in their home when they were bored. They would usually talk about what happened in Mystic Falls about a century ago. She knew rather well about every person in the 'gang of misfits' as Niklaus would so fondly called them. She found more than once Katerina, Rebekah and Hayley sitting together and talking about a handsome vampire, who was as dangerous as he appeared to be. They would tell her the tales of Damon Salvatore that they first hand witnessed.

From his flawless plans, that always backfired because of the doppelganger, to his involvement in the death of two of her brothers. His idiotic cocky attitude that always pissed off Niklaus beyond belief. And his heartlessness when Katerina was in her deathbed. His death wish when it comes to his brother and the doppelganger. At one point, even Elijah said, that he admired his willingness to look after those who he cared for.

What was it with the men and bending over backwards for the last doppelganger?, she wondered. As far as she heard, everyone around her was ready to die except for the doppelganger. At least that was what she heard from the anti-Elena fan club in her family. That is Katerina, Rebekah, Hayley, Kol and Niklaus. Finn didn't really cared about her to begin with. And Elijah always insisted that the girl was very compassionate, for which he always received a scoff as a reply. Mostly from Katerina.

Freya rolled over to her side and closed her eyes. She must catch up on that sleep that was long overdue. So, she decided to store the thoughts away for future pondering.

Last Night

Hope's finger hovered over the name in her contact list. She knew she made her mind, but she was still reluctant. Could she trust that person? She sighed, she has no other choice. She's not sure but she got no other choice. So when her aunt said, "Would you just call already?", she did just that.

After a couple of rings, the voice on the other end said, "Hey baby girl!"

"Aunt Kat" she said with little hesitation. Her aunt sounded chirpier than usual.

"So tell me darling" her aunt said, "What is it that I heard you uncle said that you begged him to let her do a project?"

Hope swallowed hard. Her uncle and his inability to lie to his wife. "Well—"

But her aunt was not finished yet, "Because we both know that you are not one to care about Elijah's tutoring. Come on, tell me what you are up to or I will just walk over to Nik's studio and tell him what I told you now"

God, she sometimes forgot that her aunt was a pro in blackmail that could rival that of her father's. Hope sighed, she may as well come clean. So she told her aunt everything from her talk with Marcellus and Cami to her staying in Damon Salvatore's Boarding house. And her aunt for her credit listened silently as she related what happened for the past five days.

"Mmmm" Katerina said, "That's good. You trying to find Caroline, that is. We both and all our family members know that you dad won't go look for her, what with that idiotic promise and all. But if you are staying with Damon and he himself invited you, then it means you must be careful. Last I heard, he was looking over the Bennetts and trying to keep the supernatural out of Mystic Falls. I think he is wary of you, that is why he is trying to keep an eye on you."

Hope sighed and frowned, "What do I do?"

"Nothing", her aunt said, "He will most likely interrogate you soon. So try to think of a story to feed him. One that is as close to truth as possible. And don't tell him your last name and the names of our family members that he might recognize. If things get complicated, I will send you back up"

"Alright", the girl said and sighed. "So, tell me how's things there?"

And on and on it went for the rest of the night, much to Freya's chagrin. For she couldn't sleep at all with the sound of her niece's laughter.