Hello! I've decided to update about once a week from not on because I always have stuff going on and I barely have time to think about the next chapter! Rest assured though that I use whatever spare time I have to think so I can update!

Also, I've decided to open the story up to you guys! What I mean by this is that, if any of you have any particularly lines for any of the characters to say suggest them in the reviews and I'll pick the best ones to put in the next chapter.

This will change with each chapter and I'll get you guys to suggest a different thing each time but for now it's LINES; they can be funny, romantic, sad, deep, sarcastic ANYTHING!

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Bonnie sat in the Lockwood kitchen with Elena, Tyler and Caroline whilst Damon and Stefan caught saw to Veronica.
"I don't feel so good about leaving her alone with them." Bonnie said as she took another sip of her water. Elena placed a comforting hand on her back.
"Don't worry. If she's as special to Damon as I think she is then I don't think she's in any danger." She reassured her.
"I don't think Bonnie was referring to her physical wellbeing." Caroline added as she watched Tyler who was still trying to handle the fact that not only was there a vampire doppelganger running around but that his uncle was involved in some way. He looked up and caught her staring at him. The two quickly looked away. Bonnie didn't miss the interaction, but she supposed Tyler was just surprised to see that Caroline Forbes, Mystic Falls' resident snob and head cheerleader was now a creature of the night, kind of.

Just as Elena was again attempting to console Bonnie, Stefan walked into the kitchen alone.
"Where are-" Elena began to ask before Stefan cut in.
"They're fine. I think they need some time alone." Bonnie stood up, knocking the bar stool she was sitting on to the ground.
"Alone? With Damon? Stefan, you're supposed to be the responsible one." As she passed him to head upstairs, Stefan caught her arm.
"He won't hurt her. That you have to believe. I mean, haven't you seen it? How much he cared...cares for her?" Bonnie knew he was right, but kept her ears trained for any disturbances upstairs, always wary of Damon Salvatore. Suddenly Tyler spoke up.
"You know, this has been an extremely screwed up day. And as much as I'd like to heavily interrogate every single one of you...you gotta leave."
"What?" Caroline asked, shocked at his announcement.
"You know that the masquerade is tonight. The caterers and decorators will be here any minute and my mom won't be far behind. I might be able to explain Damon and Veronica but I cannot explain the rest of you."

It was clear that the others had forgotten about the masquerade as they all heaved heavy sighs and began to gather their things.
"You're right Tyler, we're sorry. This shouldn't have been done here." Elena said.
"How are you going to explain the mess in the foyer to your mom?" Caroline asked.
"I'll figure something out but you guys have to go." As they all passed him to leave, he looked Caroline square in the eyes, still mesmerized by her transformation.
"Umm, see you tonight?" she was herself unsure of how to act around him now that he knew her secret and Matt did not. But Tyler merely nodded and saw that the door was closed behind them.

Damon stood in the corner of Tyler Lockwood's bedroom. The woman who had once been his best friend, the one with whom he had shared his first innocent, awkward kiss with and the one whose death broke through Katherine Pierce's compulsion was just sitting on the bed, gazing out the window.

Stefan had barely gotten anything out of her before. He had been his usual caring self, hugging her and consoling her whilst asking her how she felt and what she remembered before being brought back. What Damon wanted to know was why she was back and why Tyler the wolf boy was involved and why she refused to look at him.

But mostly, he wanted to know how she felt about him. Did she hate him for what Katherine did to her? Did she still hate him for what he did to her that day in the study of his house?

Did she hate him for what he was now?

He cleared his throat, which startled her out of her reverie. It was almost as if she had forgotten that he was there, and that hurt him.
"Ronnie." He moved to crouch in front of her but didn't make a move to touch her. "Please talk to me. Please look at me. Please acknowledge that I'm here, with you, right now." Silence. "Please forgive me."

There it was. Since that last time in the study of his house, Damon Salvatore was pleading with her. She supposed that for him this would be the first time in many years but for her the last time this happened doesn't seem so long ago.

Veronica turned to look at him finally and his eyes, still the same, lit up with relief momentarily.
"You confused me Damon. For what do I have to forgive you?" Damon reached out boldly and took her hands, brought them to his lips and kissed them before answering her.
"For what I did to you. That day in the study. When I-" He cut himself off. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.
"When you raised your hand against me." He nodded and looked at their joined hands. "I've never been angry with you for that Damon."
"How could you not be?" He looked at her now with tears forming in his eyes. But he fought them. She suppressed a smile. Even back in their time he would always hold off tears. It would have been a cold day in Hell when Damon Salvatore showed weakness in front of others.
"I was never angry with you. I was sad for you." He was confused by this, she could tell. "You had lost so much of yourself whilst you were with her that I thought you would never find that part of you that always belonged to me ever again. It was devastating and heartbreaking to see the Damon Salvatore that I knew falling to pieces and this new man, this impostor taking his place. But I was never angry with you."

Silent tears were falling down her face as she lightly brushed her fingers against his hands. It was this that saw Damon's own tears start flowing down his cheeks; her sadness for him was harder to handle than her anger.
"Why can't you just be angry at me? Why do you have to make everything hard? Why can't you just hate me for what I did?"
"Was it ever it my nature to hate you, Damon? You knew how I felt about you, you weren't stupid." She moved her hand to his face and made him look her straight in the eye. "I loved you, Damon Salvatore. Nothing in me could ever hate you." Damon stood up, taking her with him. She gasped at his speed and he turned away from her.

"But you hate me now. You have to. You hate what I am because it reminds you of her. Of me and her and how I neglected you because of her, even before the compulsion." Veronica moved forward and reached out to pull him back towards her.
"Damon-"
"You think I'm a monster!" He violently turned around and Veronica stepped back as she saw him like never before; fangs bared, eyes an unnatural colour. His chest heaving and his mouth growling- if she had ever doubted that he was a vampire before, there was no doubting it now. "See? You're scared and disgusted by the mere sight of me!"
"Don't presume you know what I am thinking Damon Salvatore!" She raised her voice and it was his turn to take a step back. She took a step forward. "You may have been without me for over a century but I have known you my whole life and we have shared too much together so do not think that you becoming a vampire changes how I feel about you!"
Damon's face reverted back to its original form as she came to stand completely in front of him. "You don't hate me." She shook her head.
"Never. It's actually kind of frustrating." He laughed as he took her face in his hands.
"You know, that's good that you don't hate what I am because...I don't really hate what I am." She stared back at him, puzzled. "I'm kind of a dick."
"Damon!"
"What I mean is that, I like being a vampire. I-I revel in it. The bloodlust, the violence. Everything."
"Why are you telling me this?" He rested his forehead against hers.
"Because I want to see if you still love me as I am now. You have to realize that I am not the Damon Salvatore you knew then."
"You are. You're just a little...evolved." She smirked as she thought of the book she was reading when Katherine killed her.
"Is that some kind of inside joke you've got going with yourself? You know I don't like feeling left out." She laughed a laugh he hadn't heard in too long. He laughed with her but stopped when she raised his head from hers.
"You don't love Katherine now." It wasn't a question. He guessed she had deduced this from his treatment of his former flame before in the foyer.
"No. She's a manipulative slut." Veronica, ever the nineteenth century woman, scowled at his use of the word. For some reason, he found this incredibly endearing. "You know, you'll have to adapt to this time and how people speak if you want to fit in." She smiled at him before embracing him.
"Do you think we can be as we were?" she asks all of a sudden.
"What do you mean?" Damon replied whilst burying himself in her hair. She still smelled the same. "Friends? Best buds? BFFLs?" He could tell she was confused by the last two but she didn't say anything.
"The closest of friends." He pulled back slightly to get a good look at her face. He was about to answer when he was caught off guard by how she looked in her modern clothes. He hadn't even noticed and the last thing he remembered her wearing was the blue nineteenth century dress she had been found dead in.

Now standing before him in a green dress that only reached her thighs she looked like an angel. She was so different to the other people in Mystic Falls, always had been. She was fair whilst others, including him were dark and this particular feature made her stand out.

She was beautiful and he was confused.

And as he took her face in his hands he thought fleetingly of Elena, and how what he was planning on doing now really flew in the face of the love he had for her.

But he didn't care, and as he bent down and softly kissed Veronica all thoughts of Elena Gilbert flew from his mind. When she started to kiss him back, with fervour ('Where did she learn to kiss like that? Who taught her how to kiss like that!') he was actually starting to feel happy.

That is, until Tyler barged in ordering them to get out because his mom was home and something about a masquerade. He didn't seem to care about what he had just interrupted. Probably because it was his room.

The interruption was long enough for Veronica to swiftly make her exit and before Damon went to catch up with her, he stopped and grabbed Tyler by the collar.
"After I sort everything out with her, I'm going to come after you. You have no idea what you just interrupted you little mutt."

Elena and Stefan sat on the park bench, both deep in thought when Elena turned to her boyfriend.
"Stefan, I want you to tell me about her." Stefan looked at her for a moment.
"There's not much I can tell you about her. Damon knew her better than both of us-"
"You know I meant about her and Damon. Their relationship?" She interrupted.
"I know what you meant Elena."
"Well?" She said expectantly. Stefan leaned back onto the bench.
"I was only on the outside looking in. She was the closest friend Damon had, besides me." He paused for Elena to take this in, but she showed no reaction other than attentiveness. He continued. "They met when he was fourteen and she was twelve. Even though they were both members of founding families, they had little contact before then."
"That's strange." Elena said.
"The Harrington's were a good family but Mr. Harrington was very ahead of his time. He encouraged his daughters to pursue anything they wanted, even if it was considered unbecoming of a female. He encouraged their studies, their opinions, whilst Mrs. Harrington encouraged their femininity. It was a good balance."
"Why is that a bad thing?"
"At the time, it wasn't really acceptable for a woman to have opinions. Women were educated but opinions on 'male matters' were discouraged. Such as the Civil War." Stefan paused to smile. "Mr. Harrington was on the side of the North and he made no secret but because of his nobility and his contribution to the town no one bothered him about it...in public anyway."
"So the children were kept from social gatherings."
"No...just Veronica. Mostly because her mother thought her too opinionated for the others to ignore. You know, the day she died Charles Darwin's Origin of the Species was found next to her body." Elena smiled at the girl's progressiveness, as she didn't think such a book was easily embraced back then. Stefan continued.

"One day, her mother decided to bring her to a lunch that was being held in this very park by some of the other wives. She thought that if she just played she wouldn't cause trouble, and she could finally get out of the house."
"Is that where they met?"
"Yes. This was a couple of years before our mother passed away and she had taken Damon to the lunch as punishment. He wasn't always an angel you know." Elena held back laughter and Stefan smiled. "He was bored and even more frustrated to see that the only other person there near his age was a girl, and one with some kind of a reputation for being a loudmouth."
"What made them hit it off?"
"I don't know exactly. But from that day on they were inseparable."
"That's cute and they stayed friends for a long time." Stefan turned to her, his face a mask of complete seriousness.
"Elena, it was more than friendship. They weren't together romantically but what they had went beyond the conventional boundaries of a friendship. They shared everything Elena and the way they were around each other...it's like they were living in their own world and nothing could penetrate it. When one was upset, the other was upset. When one got hurt the other sought revenge on whomever or whatever caused it."
"They loved each other."
"Yes, but it was unlike anything I'd seen before. It still is."

Elena was taken aback by this. Was Stefan insinuating that what they had wasn't anywhere near as deep or as connected as what she and Stefan had at this moment? Did he doubt the strength of their love? She was about to question him on this when she saw that his attention was directed across the road.

She looked to see Veronica walking quickly towards the Grille, with Damon following closely behind looking somewhat distressed and apologetic.

"What did he do now?" Stefan said as he got up and made his way towards them. Elena followed, making a mental note to talk to him about this later.

I hope that this satisfied your thirst! I'm trying to keep to the canon as much as possible because I hate those stories that stray so far away from it that it becomes unrecognisable.

Sorry for the lack of Caroline/Tyler/Bonnie triangle but after seeing the recent episode (WASN'T IT GOOD?) I've decided to save that for the next chapter :D

Speaking of which: Elena confronts Stefan about their relationship as Veronica confronts Damon about the kiss. Will either like what the guys have to say? Damon has an angry confrontation with Mason with fatal results and later, at the masquerade, the tension between Tyler, Bonnie and Caroline increases as Katherine is on the prowl for a certain moonstone.

Don't forget to review and submit your lines! They can be from any character about anything, even something in reference to the major storylines!

Also, next chapter I plan to reveal a MASSIVE story-spoiler for sometime around Chapter 10-12.

Should keep you coming back and reviewing!

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