A/N: With the new episodes coming up, obviously my fic won't be accurate in accordance with them besides the werewolves coming for Tyler. Rose's death has already happened.

THANK YOU TO: the anonymous reviewers! thank you so much! as well as BELLESLVTR1867 and BLOODY MIDNIGHT.


Chapter Two

Stefan set up a room on the other side of the house for me to settle down in and I dropped my bag by the bed, thanking him with a smile before closing the door behind him. I sighed, plopping down on my new bed and played with the hem of the comforter before going through my bag. I put all my cash in one drawer and my clothes in the others along with my make-up. As I sorted through my underwear and lingerie, I felt another presence in the room and I turned around to see Damon hovering by the doorframe.

"Ooh, pink. That'd look cute on you," he said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes as I folded up the nightie and set it to the side of one of the drawers.

"Go away, Damon. I'm still a little choked that you tried to strangle me," I said dryly and Damon clasped his hands together, letting out a fake laugh.

"Oh, good! The Animorph has a sense of humor!" he exclaimed and I gave him a look. Really? Animorph?

"...You read fifth-grader novels? That's the best you could come up with?" I asked after a few moments of silence and Damon gave me this look before turning on his heel.

"Don't make me mad, Summer. I'll rip your jugular out of your throat," he said, looking over his shoulder at me with a wink and I rolled my eyes. Stefan appeared again and he handed me a towel.

"You've got your own bathroom and tomorrow we'll introduce you to Bonnie. She'll be able to seal your room from any ...unwanted company," he added, nodding his head back to tell me he meant his brother and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I can hold my own, but thanks. What's his deal, anyway? You'd think he'd be a little bit happier to see me," I said with a frown, finishing my folding and once all my panties were in the drawer, I shut it closed. Stefan sighed and he lingered at my doorway, rubbing his forehead with a hand.

"Damon's kind of different from when you last knew him. You were his best friend, you know? And you left which gave him this feeling of... abandonment, I guess you can say. And then everything with Katherine happened and I guess the guy's just got a pretty battered soul. But... I have hope," Stefan said, tilting his head to the side. "He might not seem human at times, but... Damon's still in there somewhere."

"Well shit," I scoffed, "I certainly hope so." Stefan just smiled and bade me goodnight.


The next morning, Stefan gave me a detailed list of the who's and what's of Mystic Falls.

"So this is the list of people that are safe. You can talk to them about anything going on, and I mean anything," Stefan said and I studied the list, nodding my head.

"Okay, but... I'm telling you right now, you keep that Lockwood kid away from me or I'll rip off his head," I warned and Stefan gave me a quizzical look. "I -" I sighed, really getting bored of telling these people my life story. "The Monroes and the Lockwoods have a blood feud. And with Tyler being a changed werewolf, it could get messy and dangerous. I'd like to avoid him and being marked at all costs," I said, and Stefan simply nodded his head slowly.

"Yeah, sure, what's a little blood and gore in this town? C'mon, little minx, let's get you to see the witch," Damon said, giving me this look that I just hated and I sighed, looking at Stefan.

"You're letting me be alone with him, even after the results of yesterday's encounter?"

Stefan grinned and said, "today is a new day, Miss Monroe."


Damon gave Summer his best 'no-I-won't-kill-you-but-push-me-and-I'll-consider-it' smile and he opened the front door.

"After you, ma'am," he said, dripping with sarcasm and Summer shoved her shoulder into him, pushing him away as she walked through the door. The two of them climbed into Damon's camaro and he drove her to Bonnie's house, playing his music loudly to avoid any unwanted conversation.

"So," Summer said, speaking over the music and Damon only reached over to turn it up, raising an eyebrow at her.

"This is my favorite song, so. Shutting up would be appreciated," he said and Summer rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's fucking Tchaikovsky. You hate Tchaikovsky... I fucking hate Tchaikovsky," she muttered under her breath and Damon couldn't help the quirk of a smile that showed through his stony exterior. After a few moments of separate brooding, he finally turned the volume down and Summer turned her attention back to him with a bright smile.

"So! Damon, my love, how have you been?" she asked, reaching over and patting his hand on the steering wheel. Damon's hand twitched and he cocked an eyebrow, turning his gaze to her.

"Are you looking for a general response to the 170 years, or lately?" he questioned and Summer rolled her eyes. Damon smirked. "Oh, y'know. I've been okay, destroying myself, wreaking havoc, killing the innocent." He shrugged his shoulders, glancing to see if she had any kind of reaction. Nope. He brought his attention back to the road. "How about you?" Summer sighed and leaned back, as if she had a long story to tell.

"Oh, y'know. I've been okay, destroying myself, wreaking havoc," she joked, then she shook her head. "I've been staying under the radar. Moving every couple years when people notice I don't age. I think we can relate to that, at least, right?" she asked, looking at Damon and Damon parked the car in front of Bonnie's house, looking back at her.

"I don't think there's anything relatable between us, actually," he said, climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind him. Summer huffed and stayed in the car for a few more seconds before following him out.


Seriously? What a dick. He tries to kill me, continues to act like a complete douchebag while I'm doing my best to just... talk and now he has the nerve to just brush me off completely? What the hell?

"Summer," Damon called, trying to get my attention and I was snapped back to reality, a surprised look on my face before I replaced it with my usual snide expression that I decided I'd save for Damon at moments such as these.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I snapped, walking up the porch and Damon chuckled to himself before ringing the doorbell. A dark-skinned teenager with an awkwardly crooked jaw opened the door. No, really, what was up with that jaw?

"Damon," she said, clearly less than pleased and I liked her already, completely forgetting about her weird jaw. "To what do I owe the... pleasure." Damon grinned and he opened his arms to her.

"Bonniiieee! How great to see you, I've been fantastic, how about you?"

"Damon, if you don't tell me why you're here in five seconds I will -"

"No need to get hostile. I have a present for you," Damon said, holding his hands up before gesturing to me. "You rang, she answered. You two can go bond now." He went back to his car. Just like that.

"I, uh," I said, turning to look at the girl and I tilted my head to the side, closing my eyes as I ran an introduction through my head. Opening my eyes, Bonnie was still looking at me like I was going to eat her and I laughed softly, slightly embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Summer," I said, reaching over and shaking her hand. She hesitantly took it. "Bonnie Bennett?"

"That's... me," she said, glancing back to Damon in the car, and then to her door frame.

"I'm not a vampire," I said quickly, proving it to her by sticking my hand through the doorway and her expression softened a bit. "I'm... well. Do you have any of your ancestors' journals around by any chance? That'd make it easier, probably."


Martin Monroe sacrificed himself to save me. He joined his mind, body and soul with mine in order to seal that tomb carrying the 27 vampires and he did not wake up. His daughter currently resides in Salem, Massachusetts, training in the art of shape shifting and she is now eleven years old - or, twenty-five. She is still too young for me to ask of her assistance and so, I know that I am going to die. I can only hope that the linking spell will not fail and that she will remember the Bennett family and her duty to aid my children and theirs in their time of need. For now, she will train and move and never belong to one society. It was necessary.

Emily Bennett 1864


"It was necessary..." Bonnie finished reading and she looked up at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Hi, I'm Summer Monroe and apparently, I don't belong here nor there nor anywhere." I gave her a thumbs up and she just sort of sat back and took this in.

"So... what - why are you here?" she asked me and I shrugged my shoulders again, pulling my light brown hair up into a ponytail.

"I was kind of hoping you could tell me. What happened approximately 4 days ago?" I asked curiously, looking up at her and she looked up to the ceiling as she thought.

"Rose," she murmured, furrowing her eyebrows and I looked up to her.

"Sorry?"

"Rose," she repeated, "Damon's friend Rose died. Maybe you were feeling my distress. But you would have felt my danger before, like when I was re-sealing the tomb with Grams or when I was with Luka -"

"Who's Luka?" I interrupted and she looked at me.

"He's just... he's a warlock," Bonnie said quickly, "one of my friends."

"Did you borrow or channel him at some point?" I asked and she gave me a strange look.

"...Yeah, I did..." I nodded my head.

"That's why it didn't affect me. You had Luka and your grandmother at the times you would have needed to borrow strength or magic from me. Trust me, I've read through all this crap for 160 years." Bonnie smiled at me and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Honestly, all of this is still so new to me. It's good to have somebody around here who can relate to me or at least knows a bit of what I'm doing," she said, reaching over and touching my hand. Her expression grew blank and I could feel a tingle go through me until she let go, her arm snapping back.

"What?" I asked, alarmed as Bonnie shot up to her feet and shook her head, looking down at me.

"You - I saw a village," she gasped and I set my jaw, walking up to her and holding her by her shoulders, making her sit on the bed.

"You didn't see anything," I whispered to her, watching as her pupils dilated and she blinked a few times when I let her go. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Bonnie. I'm enrolled at the high school," I said, giving her my best smile before leaving her room. "It was really nice to meet you."


Damon waited in the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel before he decided to eavesdrop. He sat down on the grass underneath Bonnie's bedroom window, humming to himself until he found something interesting to listen in on.

"You - I saw a village," he heard Bonnie say, a hint of caution in her voice and Damon couldn't help but roll onto his knees to peek through the blinds.

"You didn't see anything," he heard Summer say and he watched as her eyes focused on Bonnie's. He sat back down on the grass, listening to her footsteps move to the living room and he bolted back into the car, poking his head out of the window when Summer got out of the house.

"About time," Damon said, feigning impatience and Summer slid into the seat beside him, closing the door and buckling her seatbelt.

"Shut up."