AN: Before I start, sorry if there's mistakes, I'm so tired but it's been ages and wanted to put something up. Please inform me of any mistakes and dont forget to review :)

Cloe xx

Salvatore House

A still dead Adelaide lies on Damon's bed. It had been about 45 minutes since the dagger was ripped from her chest and Damon was still waiting by her bedside. Looking down at her, he starts to think about all the memories that shared so long ago. Every moment seemed like just yesterday even though it was so long ago. He could remember every little detail about her, even the bits he couldn't see. He remembered the electric blue eyes that were always bright. He remembered that little scar she had above her right hip that he had come to know was from childhood . He remembered the slightly crooked tooth she had that could be seen whenever she graced the world with her adoring smile. He slowly made his way over to his dresser before looking inside and pulling out a small, slightly tattered photograph. He smiles down at it seeing his smiling face. The photo was of him and Adelaide, when they were their happiest.

1864, Mystic Falls

It was the first founders party in 1864 at the Lockwood Mansion. There was joy all around, except there was one person who seemed to not be enjoying the festivities. The man sulked as he watching Katherine and his brother flirt and dance right in front of his eyes as he stood in the doorway. The ball. Talk about the scene.

As Damon stares after Katherine, he doesn't notice Adelaide approaching from behind

"Damon Salvatore. I never thought I'd see the day when such a handsome man was chasing after a girl so hideous" She wonders aloud whilst sipping down her champagne. Damon doesn't even flinch nor turn when he hears her commenting over his shoulder.

"Hideous? You must be blind" Damon answers looking at the brunette beauty dancing with his brother.

"No, my sweet Damon," She starts as she grabs his face, turning it to look at her,

"A beautiful woman can be the most hideous person if she has a horrid personality"

"And are you hideous?" He asks curiously

"Why don't you find out?" She suggests before looking out at the dance floor with the couples. Damon follows her eyes and takes the hint

"Would you like to dance?" He asks, holding his out in a very gentleman like state. She giggles cutely before taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dance floor. He pulls her close and they begin to dance as their photo is snapped.

Salvatore House, present time.

Damon couldn't remember times when he was happy without her around. He really thought he loved Elena but seeing Adelaide again… it made him feel like he was back in 1864 again. He slowly sets the photo down on the top of the dresser before walking out of the room to get a bourbon. He barely had had his first sip when Elena and Stefan burst in.

"You undaggered her?" Stefan interrogates, outraged

"Sure did little brother" Damon nonchalantly confirms

"She's dangerous Damon!"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Damon groans

"You knew her in 1864. You know she's not evil. " Damon continued

"We knew her for five minutes and these Originals are apparently very good at pretending to be someone they aren't." Stefan shouts. Damon is about to reply with a snarky comeback when he hears a noise upstairs. In his bedroom where Adelaide was, specifically.

"Well, we're about to find out, aren't we?"

Upstairs, moments earlier, Damon had just walked out when the veins on Adelaide's face start to slowly creep off her face and disappear completely. Once her skin was back to it's perfect, porcelain state, her fingers began to twitch before her eyelids gently fluttered open. Bright blue eyes peeked out and hurriedly scanned her surroundings. She began to inwardly panic when it was unfamiliar to her. She could faintly hear voices in the same house and she quietly got out of the comfy bed as not to awaken anybody to her consciousness. Tip toing around the room, she takes it all in. This room, while classy and elegant, looked different to what she was used to in 1864. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. She noticed the closet filled with men's clothes, currently not from the 19th century and a bathroom with a faucet in a glass box. Something on the dresser catches her eye though, the white canvas standing out amongst the dark wood. She creeps her way over and looks at the photo, seeing it's a photo of Damon and herself. Why would this unknown person have a photo of such an intimate moment between the two? A loud voice from down the stairs, startles her, making her jump. Her jump caused her body to knock a nearby bottle of brown alcohol, the glass shattering on impact with the ground. She heard the voices stop before a few pairs of footsteps come closer to the door. Unsure of what to do she hides behind the side of the dresser. The second somebody puts a foot through the doorway, Adelaide attacks. Super speeding, she wraps her hand around the persons throat and pins them to the wall. It takes a few moments for her brain to realize just who she is attacking.

"Stef?" She gasps, shocked at the modern Stefan. She instantly drops him and he crumples to the floor, gasping slightly for air before giving a pointed look to his brother, who had still gone unnoticed by the blonde female.

"What? She was always violent" Damon defends her actions. His voice made her cold, dead heart quicken as she slowly turns to see the man she was going to marry in front of her. He was so different, yet still the same. He was wearing much different clothing then the last time they had seen each other and his hair much shorter but he was still the same Damon. He had his signature ice blue eyes and cocky smirk.

"Damon"