*I own nothing. Just giving a show that could be so incredible a good storyline; because they need it. Lol*

A/N: I want to thank everyone for the reviews you guys are so sweet. I'm glad someone's digging this story whether its 1 or 1 million. I honestly had forgot about this story I was so caught up in my "Bag Damon" story lol and how effed up is it that I have writers block on it right now. But to those who enjoyed the first installment here's another dose.

"Strange Familiar…"

When his tongue connects with hers that's when the moment is broken. She pushes him away and sits up pinning him with a startled expression. Its then she notices how deathly cold his hands are against her thighs, and she's really wondering who he is now.

"It's okay." The green-eyed man says coming to kneel in front of her to the blue-eyed man's dismay. If she didn't know any better she'd swear she heard a growl. "No one's going to hurt you." his aquamarine orbs reassures her.

"Who are you?" she directs at her kissing mate. "Who are you people?" she says shakily and when no one answers she's even more convinced she's been kidnapped.

"We don't know who we are." the long-haired brunette in the corner peeps.

"We all just woke up…together." the blonde trails off.

"I think we all just had a wild orgy party." The muscled tan guy says.

"I think we're married." the midnight haired guy in front of her informs. "You're mine."

"Well I'm Matt." the cute all American guy informs with a beaming smile. "At least that's what my school I.D. says." he finishes unsurely nibbling his lips.

The honey-coated brunette smiles. She thinks its just about the cutest thing she's ever seen, never mind she can't remember ever seeing anything besides this room.

"My license says Tyler." the tanned burly guy by the bar says happily. "I'm 18! I can drink now." he finishes taking a bottle of bourbon pouring it into a cup.

"The legal drinking age is 21 jackass." the blue-eyed man spoke going over to grab the bottle. "Mine."

"How do you know its yours?" Tyler argues.

"Because I said it is." the blue-eyed man retorts. He doesn't know why, but for some reason this guy smelled weird and he didn't like it.

"I think this is our house." green eyes says to methane trying to cut the tension. "There's pictures of us everywhere."

"I'm Elena." the brunette exhales in disappointment. She wasn't at all happy about her name. She thought she'd be a Victoria or Diana, something royal.

"Blegh! My name's Caroline how old fashioned is that." the blonde sneers.

The caramel beauty on the couch sat observing all the faces trying to fit them into her mind to no avail. She didn't know these people and she wasn't sure if she ever had.

"I think I'll call myself Paul." the green-eyed man suggests twirling the ring on his finger.

Blue-eyes cocks a brow noticing that the man going by Paul has the same ring he does. "Oh, God I'm gay!" he says hysterically chugging the bourbon. All this time he was under the impression he was married to the brunette on the couch. Why else would she had been in his arms when he awoke?

Paul blanches. He didn't feel gay. He crinkles his forehead then tries to give light-eyes bedroom eyes. No, he definitely isn't gay.

After rolling his eyes at Paul's advances he notices the sticky note on the Bourbon decanter. "Damon's." the blue-eyed man says pursing his lips. "I like it."

"I'm Bonnie." the girl from the couch whisperes flashing her school I.D.

"That you are." Damon smirks going back to sit next to her. He didn't care if he was gay or not he'd have his way with this one.

Bonnie quirks a brow in confusion. "Bonnie means attractive, good looking, excellent." he fills in crowding her personal space. "And I must say you're all the above."

A blush coats Bonnie's cheeks despite a little voice saying she should feel offended.

Elena finds herself wanting to be closer to the Paul guy. "If you need a friend I'm here for you." she smiles batting her eyelashes."We can get through this together."

"What part of gay don't you understand." Caroline blurts. "If he's going to change teams it'll be for me." she finishes standing on the other side of Paul.

Before the brunette can reply they all hear a groan from the entrance of the house.

"What is that?" Bonnie whispers gripping Damon's shoulder tightly.

Damon smirks at the contact and frowns when the vibrant eyed girl pulls back bashfully.

Alaric roams into the den holding his head. "What the hell happened?"

Damon, feeling the overwhelming need to protect Bonnie, flashes speedily in front of the man causing everyone to gasp, including his self.

"What the hell." he murmurs eyeing himself. "Did you guys see that?"

He runs around the house again evoking everyone else to see if they could also. Elena frowns at the fact that everyone else can run insanely fast but her. Now Paul would for sure choose Caroline instead of her.

A phone alarm goes off and Alaric pulls out his blackberry inspecting the message. "I'm supposed to be meeting a Damon and Stefan for a meeting about a Klaus?" he reads aloud.

"I'm Damon so he must be Stefan." Damon figures pointing to Paul.

Paul sighs. "I really liked the name Paul."

"Suck it up bambi." Damon snips automatically.

"Does anyone know anything about divorces?" Stefan snaps back.

Alaric looks confusedly before Damon speaks again.

"I'm not married to you, I'm married to her." he says defiantly pointing to Bonnie.

"We are not married." Bonnie argues crossing her arms.

"Yes we are. Why else would you have been in my arms?" he snarks.

"Maybe I knocked you out while you were attempting to kidnap me." she throws out, knowing it doesn't make sense.

"Come on, you're way too shapely to be considered a child." he flirts wiggling his brows.

Bonnie eyes him in disdain.

"If you're married then where is her ring?" Elena asks finding the midnight hair guy attractive as well.

Damon eyes the nosy intruder. "Mind your business lady."

She scowls at his tone. "Rude."

"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm leaving." Tyler states heading for the door.

"You can't leave." Caroline calls after him. "We all should stay here, we must have been here for a reason."

"Yeah the guy by the door said he was here for a meeting about Santa or something?" Matt interjects.

"I'll pass." the werewolf shrugs.

"Nobody's going anywhere until we figure this out." Bonnie voices.

Tyler gives her an incredulous look. "And who made you the boss?"

"Don't talk to my wife like that." Damon growls defensively.

"I'm not your wife." Bonnie yells.

"You people are psycho." Alaric mumbles now on Team Tyler.

Bonnie feels heat course through her veins. "I said no one's going anywhere." and with that all doors slammed.

"Holy-" Matt begans.

"Shit." Stefan finishes.

"Now I'm even more convinced we're The Avengers yay!" Caroline babbles. "I'm Black Widow." she directes at Elena who rolls her doe eyes.

"How did you do that?" Damon asks in astonishment.

Bonnie's eyes are still trained to the closed door. "I don't know."

"Yea. Now I'm really out of here." Tyler repeats opening the door with the others running after him.

Tyler flings the door open only to be greeted with an army of hybrids and a vamped out Klaus.

The group shrieks and Tyler closes the door. "Or maybe I'll just stay with you guys…" he drifts.

"Quick Bonnie bippity-boppity-boo the door." Damon squeals hiding behind the caramel girl.

"I don't know how." she screams as they all attempt to brace the breaking door.

"We're all gonna die." Caroline cries.

"Well it was nice knowing you all for these 15 mins." Matt concedes just as the door busts open.

I'm just playing around with this interpretation of TR from Buffy R)