Title: the other Mikaelson girl

Pairing: Caroline/Damon: Damon/Elena/Stefan: Damon/Katherine

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Violence, and Sexual Situations

Alternate History: Caroline the eldest daughter of the Original family has been on the run from Niklaus since the daggering of Rebekah. But when she receives an interesting call with the promise of finally ending the Hybrid she finds herself in Mystic Falls, faced with a man from her past that she hasn't been able to forget.

Important Note: This chapter is set in "The Dinner Party" and "The House Guest". Sorry I haven't updated in like a month. I had written this chapter out on my phone and had planned on updating it, but of course right when I was about to it took some major damage and I had to get it replaced as well as rewrite this entire thing. And I was a bit upset about it and was in a funk where I did not want to rewrite it, but here it is.

Her eyes

She's on the dark side

Neutralize

Every man in sight

Angel, Massive Attack

IV

She had been surprised to learn that the woman who'd Damon been so reluctant to give up on when they'd been together—his first love—had been none other than the doppelganger Katerina herself. The Petrova girl singlehandedly, albeit unintentionally, divided her brothers irrevocably. Elijah had been exiled from sight because of her. And yet…a part of her felt is pity for the girl, who had no control over her own destiny the moment she'd been born. While another part of her wished for nothing more than to rip out her throat for hurting Damon. Her Damon.

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Chicago 1922

She loved it when he ravaged her body. He caressed ever inch of uncovered soft, pale flesh. Whispered in her ear just how much he wanted her, all of her. The way it felt running her

fingernails down his back, tearing skin—the sweet aroma of ambrosia fueling her hunger, desire even more.

Caroline shuddered, reveling in the feel of his chest against her heaving breasts as he pressed her

deeper into his cot. Trapping her beneath him. A light touch here, a whisper

there.

Damon attacked her mouth, plunging his tongue between her already swollen lips. He tasted of blood and bourbon—her two favorite things. She'd come to enjoy the tang of the unique

mixture on her tongue whenever they kissed. It fueled her, excited her.

The blond swiftly rolled them over, pinning him to the bed and taking him inside her, slowly.

She rolled her hips teasingly, relishing the melodic sounds that were coming from the Salvatore in response. His lids fluttering closed as his hips drove up to meet hers eagerly.

Caroline dipped her head, running her tongue along the pulse line of his neck—the intoxicating smell of what lay just below the surface overwhelming her.

"It's okay," He breathed heavily; "You can bite me…I want you to."

She noted the touch of his hand at the back of her head, urging her on. To mark him. Mark him as hers.

Claim him in every way imaginable. Something she'd never down before. Caroline felt the familiar ache in her gums as her fangs elongated, ready to staid her hunger. Her eyes flickered down, locking on his for a moment in question. His face was soft, pleasure creasing along the length of his brow as their hips moved in a steady rhythm. Damon's blue orbs were slightly wider than usual as they gazed up at her, lips twisting into a soft smile.

"It's okay." He whispered gently. And that was it. What remained of her resolve crumbled, along with everything else the moment those words left his mouth.

She pushed forth, piercing the skin of his neck with the tips of her teeth and sank into oblivion, as the nectar of life poured into her mouth. He cried out in ecstasy at the sensation—hands digging into her hips, pushing deeper, harder into her as she drank him in.

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The sweet tang of blood...the feel of his smooth flesh...Caroline shivered at the memory. It was some sort cruel torture to be so close to the man who'd plagued her thoughts only to have to keep her distance. She'd promised him forever.

But when Mikael came barreling into town looking for Niklaus she knew she had to let him go if he were to live. Her father would exploit an weakness he could find to put an end to the hybrid...and at the time, she had not quite yet given up hope on her brother.

But when she witnessed her sister's end...Nik plunging that dagger into her heart as if she were just another vampire, and not the loving, dotting sister she'd always been to him...the last string that had been tying her to the man had been cut. And she'd ran.

She was tired of running now, Caroline realized as watched on. Blue orbs fooling Damon as he disappeared down a set of stairs leading to Katerina's own personal hell. Compelled to remain within the walls of her confinement until he said otherwise.

It was a punishment not lost on her. Revenge for what her departure had caused Eli-an incredible sense of lose. In more ways than one. The blond recalled the speckle of adoration in the man's eye whenever the girl was near. Now there was only mild contempt whenever he spoke of her.

"What is it you want Damon?" Katerina's hoarse voice rang in her ear, drawing her attention.

"Guess who's back in town... Your old friend John Gilbert."

Her ears perked up at the name. Eli had not mentioned another Gilbert. One allied with the Petrova-that could not bode well for his plans.

"Told me this little wives tale about how to kill an original."

"And you want to know if it's true? "

Her heart almost dropped from her chest at his words. He couldn't very well mean what she thought he meant. There was no way he could have found—

"If it was I wouldn't tell you." The woman stated simply.

"Now why not? I mean you want Elijah and Klaus dead as much as I do."

"Klaus, yes. Elijah, no. He's compelled me to stay in here. If he dies I'm stuck forever."

"Sucks for you."

Caroline's lips twitched into a thin line. Katerina had just lied to the Salvatore. She knew better than any vampire that the instant an original died all previous compulsion wore off. It was one of the few things Eli had disclosed to her during their time together.

But now that begged the question, why. What was she playing at? Why lie to Damon about a method to kill Elijah if it meant she'd be free?

"Forget it Damon. Killing Elijah would be a suicide mission. You can't do it."

"Can so." He countered with certainty in his voice.

"Can't."

"Even with a dagger and a little white oak ash..."

Her eyes closed in pause at his words. Of course that had been his big plan. To dagger her brother with the only weapon on the planet know to kill an Original—or at last render one harmless.

A weapon meant to be weald by a human. One that would kill a vampire if they used it.

Set-up, echoed throughout her subconscious, as she slowly began to piece things together, Damon is being set up.

Caroline drowned out the sounds of the brunette's protestant begging. This was Damon's only chance to free himself from Elijah's grasp. But he was ignorant to what possibly using the dagger could mean for him. Using it would only kill him in the process, and she would not let that happen.

Somehow, someway, she had to warn him.

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"Aren't you the lady from the news?"

It hadn't taken long to track down Damon's new friend. After all, Mystic Falls was a small town. She'd found the women sitting by herself at a booth in Mystic Grill, waiting on an order for carry out. Caroline rolled her eyes as she slid into the available seat, plastering a wide smile on her face.

It was difficult for her to be sitting across from the woman Damon was screwing and not rip her throat out. While Elena seemed to be the one who held his heart these days, Andie was the one entertaining his bed. And that pissed her off.

A slightly confused expression-the blond paused, a playful glint in her eye.

"You're Andie Star, right?"

The news woman nodded slowly in understanding, staring across the tabletop at her. A fan, she actually thought the blond was a fan.

There was the usual murky haze behind her gaze as their eyes clashed-she was now under the lull of compulsion.

"You will only speak when answering a question. You will not move and you will not draw attention to us, understood?"

"Yes." Andie breathed out, orbs drifting down to where her feet remained frozen in place. A heaviness creeping in as if there was cool steal bolting her to her seat.

"Damon's dinner party tonight, will you be in attendance?"

"Of course." The woman got out, offering a forced smile as a few patrons waved in their direction. "It was my idea."

"Good." Caroline replied as she pulled out a small slip of paper from her coat pocket. She placed it on the tabletop, sliding it across its wooden surface toward Andie. "I need you to give this to Damon. And only Damon."

Andie picked up the note hesitantly, rolling it over, between her fingers. "Why? What do you want with Damon?"

"Just do it." Caroline ordered through clenched teeth. The urge...the hunger rose up inside her chest, a flare of aggravation. The woman mustered up the courage to move her head, giving a nod of acknowledgment. "Now when your food arrives you will forget I was even here. You will not remember me. All you will renderer is that a friend of Damon's wanted you to give him a message. That note, and that it is of the upmost importance that he see it."

"Damon needs to see this." Andie repeated monotonously, clutching the slip close to her chest. "It's of the upmost importance!"

"Wonderful," the blond sighed, catching sight of an approaching waiter. "Your foods here."

"Wha—" Andie began, blinking once, twice to focus her eyes. She stared at the empty seat across from her...hadn't there...

"Your order ma'am." A voice announced, drawing her out of her train of thoughts. "Something wrong ma'am?"

"Uhh, no," the woman said, more to assure herself than the young man-the familiar sensation that she'd forgotten something was creeping its way at the forefront of her mind.

"Here are the two apple pies you ordered." He informed her, presenting her with the small pie bins. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." She mumbled, fingers moving to stuff the slip of paper into her pocket, absentmindedly before accepting them.

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"I brought dessert," Andie announced enthusiastically as the front door flew opened. The Salvatore stood in the doorway, half-hearted smile on his face at her arrival. She was the first to turn up for his dinner party, of course. The woman was basically reprogrammed to please him—a slave to his will. She was the only woman in his life at the moment that literally couldn't hurt him or leave him, without his say so.

He stepped aside, allowing her entry.

"Jenna is on her way to help with the cooking," Damon said, trailing after her into the kitchen. He hovered silently behind her, watching as she set the pie bins on the countertop.

"Perfect," Andie exclaimed brightly, hands riding the small pie containers of their plastic lids. "Oh! I ran into a friend of yours..." She informed him, pulling the small slip of paper from her pocket and handing it to him.

"Friend?" He muttered in disbelief, unfolding the sheet. Andie gave a shrug, returning her attention to the pies. "I don't have friends."

If it had been Ric she would have said so, the same with Stefan. Friend insinuated someone else entirely.

He felt his body stiffen as he read the note:

Dagger will kill you. Need human.

His eyes flickered to the woman. He moved, turning her around and pressing her into the counter. His fingers digging-the flesh under it reddening under the intensity of his hold.

"Who gave you this?" Damon growled.

"I—I don't remember," the woman stammered behind frightened eyes. She flinched as his grip tightened at her words. "I can't remember."

Damon groaned, "You've been compelled."

His hands dropped to his sides, note long forgotten. Someone had gotten to Andie, given her the message for him. A warning—if it was even true. His mind wandered back to the day the unknown had saved him. Could it be the same person trying to caution him? Some guardian angel working to make sure he didn't get his ass killed…but then, after everything he's ever done, why would anyone want to protect him? Warn him—He wouldn't put it past John to try something like this. Send him to his death. Anything to get him out of Elena's life for good.

But who...who could it have been, when the only the people who'd ever tried helping him were his brother, Alaric, and the Gilbert girl...he didn't make friends. He ate them—drank then dry and left their bodies for the worms. Or at least he used to.

"What does it say, Damon?" Andie asked, desperately trying to recall who it was that had given her the note. Her voice reminding him of her presence, he stuffed the paper into his back pocket.

The familiar sound of the doorbell cut him off before he could answer her question.

It was Jenna, he surmised.

"Change of plans," Damon began, already making his way toward the sound as another ding echoed throughout the home, "Looks like you're killing an Original tonight."

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It had been hours since Eli had departed for the dinner party, and not one call had come in—no order to kill, or indication that something had happened. Which could only mean one thing. Damon had been successful. He'd gotten her message and had found another way to stake Elijah. Her brother, who'd trusted her to follow him obediently for all eternity, was gone. The last of her family—

A small piece of her felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, while the larger part of her knew it was for the best. She was free to pursue her own methods of ridding the world of Niklaus, once and for all. And now she could do it without fear of Eli finding out and interfering.

"I'm going to have to see some ID ma'am?"

Caroline turned her head as the barkeep appeared before her, tired smile on his face.

Her lips turned into a frown as she stared back at him. The curse of eternity—she would always look young. Too young to drink. And damn if she didn't get a drink she was sure she might reach across the bar and bit the man.

"I'm well over 21," she sighed, resting an elbow on the bar top and leaned forward. "Bourbon, please. And leave the bottle."

"Of course ma'am."

The taste reminded her of Damon, and the late nights they spent together cuddled up beside a fire. They'd drink until their hunger was staid then head out to the local juice joint to dance. Together—they were better than they ever were apart. And now...the only thing keeping her from removing the compulsion she placed over him now was the threat of Klaus. Any sign of weakness from her and he'd pounce like a shark that'd smelt blood in the water.

Damon had dealt with Eli (his body was safe from true harm, she concluded since they did not have in their possession a stake craved from the white oak tree), leaving only Jonas and Luka to be dealt with. Her choices: keep them or kill them. But there was still one more thing she needed to do before she even attempted to cross that bridge.

Ding…ding…ding…

He looked up from the grayed, suite-clad body laying on the cement floor of the basement as the noise pulled him for his nth attempt at killing the Original. His eyes flickered up the ceiling, an uneasy feeling washing over him at the interruption. Stefan was staying over at the Gilbert's, making sure nothing else happened to Elena. Alaric had left for his apartment shortly after the dinner party, and the man had sent Andie on her merry way after she'd played her part. John and Jenna had left too, leaving him to deal with one neutralized Elijah.

The Salvatore hadn't even realized he'd moved until he was standing at the front door, his hand hovering over its knob. Something…he didn't know what…was pulling him. Whatever it was, stood on the other side. His fingers tingled as he grasped the cooper metal of the handle, turning it slowly. He pulled, eyes widening in confusion at the sight before him. Standing on his stoop was a girl that couldn't have been older than Elena. She had blond locks flowing down to her shoulders, like rays of sunlight beaming down from heaven and the bluest eyes staring back at him which held a glint of some unknown emotion in them. Pink lips set in a soft smile. She was beautiful, he would admit. The complete opposite of Elena and Katherine. Where they were exotic and dark, she was inviting and bright. It was as if she were walking sunshine.

"Who—"

"Hello, Damon." She breathed, stuffing her hands inside the pockets of her black coat, a gift from her brother Kol before he'd been…taken out. The Salvatore's eyes narrowed at that, face contorting into a harden stare of suspicion.

"Who are you?"

Her gaze dropped for a moment, as the memory of their memory crossed her mind. His distrust was warranted; after all she was a complete stranger to him. Why should he trust her? Caroline returned her attention to the man's face, giving him her undivided attention.

"A friend." The blond stated plainly, leaving no room for emotion to scathe her tone.

His brows scrunched together, lips turning into a scowl as his mind raced for some recollection of where he'd heard that phrase before. Andie—when she had given him the note.

"The note…it was you," Damon got out as he began to piece things together. He took a step forward, leaning into the entryway. Caroline gave a nod, resisting the urge to reach out and run a hand through his dark locks. "And at the warehouse?"

Another nod. "I'm Caroline."

She studied his face, watching for any signs of recognition of the name. But, why would there be? She'd wiped his memory of them clean. He tilted his head, waiting for her to continue. "I believe you've already been acquainted with my brother, Elijah."

His body stiffened, hand moving to place the door between him and her. Her hand caught him before he could complete the action, fingers clasped around the cuff of his shirt.

"Damon," She began as his gaze dwindled down to where she held him. "I'm not here to save my brother. I'm here to help you kill one."

"Why would you want to help me?" the Salvatore inquired darkly, staring back at her with a fire behind his eyes she'd only ever seen when he was under the pain of extreme hunger. Caroline was unwavering under his scrutiny as she spoke up.

"Simple. I want Klaus dead, and I know you want to make sure Elena is still alive afterwards." She ignored the stale taste of the girl's name when it crossed her tongue. She was pleading her case, and going for the man's weakness. His unflinching need to protect the doppelganger.

The only true weapon that could kill an original was in the hands of her father, and he'd had his sights set on killing Nik since they'd begun their lives of immorality. But that didn't mean she was in any hurry to mark a big X on some map directing him to Mystic Falls. To Damon.

The man was ruthless, and nobody would be spared. "I can help."

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"Who is she?" Elena asked the moment she entered her boyfriend's bedroom to find some unfamiliar blond looking over the contents of his bookshelf. The girl turned toward the voice, the habitual sound bringing back memories of when her and Tatia washed clothes by the lake together on warm afternoons.

"Caroline," She said as she took a hesitant step from the bookcase. She did not want to frighten the girl with her identity quite yet. A familiar feeling washed over her as she caught Damon watching her. It sent a shiver down her spine. "Pleasure to meet you, Elena."

"How—Are you a friend of Stefan?" The brunette inquired, gaze sweeping to where her boyfriend stood, arms crossed over his chest. He shook his head.

"I prefer the other Salvatore, actually," Caroline quipped brightly, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she continued. "My brother, Elijah told me about the…predicament that you have seemed to find yourself in."

The blond could hear the change in rhythm of the girl's heart beat as a wave of panic washed over her. She rolled her eyes. The girl was afraid she was there to hurt her.

"I'm here to make sure nothing happens to you." She reassured her with a wide smile. "Unlike, Eli, I'd prefer to kill Klaus before he can complete the ritual."

"If Elijah couldn't keep me from dying in his scenario, how could you?" The girl bit back, disbelief evident in her tone. It was hard to look at the girl, the man she loved cared about with all his heart and not nip an artery. But she managed it with a pleasant enough grace about her,

"My mother was the witch who cursed him…when I was human…she taught me." Caroline informed her, closing the distance between them until they were standing toe to toe. She guessed the only thing that was keeping the Salvatore brothers from trying to keep her away from the doppelganger was the fact that the only weapon that could render her powerless was currently plunged within the depths of her brother's heart. "I know that when Katerina was found, Eli was looking for another way to break the curse without risking the death of the doppelganger. But that is not the only way."

"What do you mean?" Stefan asked, finally speaking up.

She turned her head to stare at him briefly. "You have a lot to learn."

"Just tell us." Damon grumbled from where he stood, studying her movements.

"When I was a little girl I remember coming across something in my mother's grimoire. It was a spell. It wasn't to kill someone…more like debilitate them."

"Like a coma?" Elena inquired, eyes dancing as thoughts ran through her head.

The blond nodded. "The only known weapon to kill an Original is gone. If your witch can find the spell, we might be able to save you."

"My witch?" The girl asked with feigned confusion.

"The Bennett girl," Caroline declared knowingly. "I know all about her. Now, if she is as good as her ancestors then you may just live. Have her find the spell, and when she does call me."

She moved to exit the room but froze at the sound of his voice.

"I don't have your number." Damon—her eyes closed at the smoothness of which he spoke.

She peeked over her shoulder. "I put it in your phone when you weren't looking."

"Where are you going?" Stefan solicited before she could leave.

"I'm going to try and recruit some witches. If I remember correctly, the more the merrier when it comes to them." And with that she was gone.

"I don't trust her."Stefan spoke up the moment he was sure she was out of earshot.

Damon had to admit, he was reluctant to trust her as well. It was going against the better part of his nature. But for some reason, some part of him wanted to fall in line behind her, and that was never the case. Maybe it was the fact that she had already saved him twice…or the softness in her blue eyes…he shook his head as Elena moved to hug his brother.

"I don't either." She whispered into his neck before pulling away. "Elijah never mentioned a sister."

"She said he wanted to keep her presence a secret." Damon informed them, paraphrasing from what the blond had told him. "He was afraid it would scare Klaus off if he had to deal with two seriously pissed off Originals."

"Then maybe we should undagger Elijah." The brunette said as she moved to sit on the side of Stefan's bed. "Maybe the two of them together would be enough to keep Klaus away."

"Don't be an idiot Elena," the older Salvatore choked out, turning his serious stare to her, "The moment we did that, we'd be the ones dealing with a seriously pissed off Original. We already have to work with Vampire Barbie…let's try and be smart about this."

"She obviously wants her brother dead," Stefan said rubbing the bridge of his nose in thought. "And to help keep Elena alive…"

"Or so she says," the girl reminded. They were not a very trusting group. But what other options did they have. If they tried to go against her she could easily turn around and tear their hearts out with a perfectly manicured hand.

"Let's just do what she says for now," Damon said after a moment of silence. It couldn't hurt. She knew more about the enemy than they did. Hell, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And her proposition was nowhere near as unappealing as Elijah's had been once they'd learnt the truth. "She's the only one who knows what the man looks life for fucks sake."

"What about Katherine?" Elena asked. At least she knew the woman for what she was. Had no qualms about their relationship and what ulterior motives she could be hiding.

"Gone," Damon sighed at the mention of the woman. "As soon as Elijah died the compulsion wore off. She's probably on a plane to Bali by now."

"Then…the only person we have that can help us is…"

"The Original sister." Stefan finished for the girl whose expression was now crestfallen. "We're screwed."

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She watched as father and son interacted. The two warlocks sat at a booth in Mystic Grill, talking amongst themselves. The way their eyes stared into each other's with such understanding…the love that circulated between them…the kind that her brother had never received from Mikael. The pain he had been put through. Torment unusual for a boy his age, up until the day they'd been cursed. At some point in time, even she had looked up to her father in the manner of a young, naive girl seeking the affections of a parent.

Caroline glided through the mass of people crowding the floor of the bar and grill. The heady scent of sweat meeting her nostrils as she passed, washing over her. It was a smell she had become quite familiar with since her arrival. The same people, same faces in such a small town.

"Jonas Martin," She called out to him as she approached, "Luka."

The two turned to stare at her, the undeniable look of mistrust on their faces as she came to a stop at the head of their small table. She offered a warm smile before continuing.

"I'm Caroline Mikaelson," she said, weighing her choice of words carefully. Eli had informed her of the two's motivation for helping him. A lost witch, a daughter and sister to the two. "I believe you were helping my brother with something."

"Were?" Luka spoke up, the voice of confusion. "Where is—"

"Luka." His father said, silencing him. He was a cautious man. Not a stupid one. An Original, in any form, was a being of unspeakable power. He would not have his son anger the blond and have her snap and kill him.

"It's fine," Caroline assured him, blue orbs looking between the two for a moment. "Elijah is tied up, at the moment. So…I am here with a certain…request."

"Which would be?" Jonas inquired, pushing the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

The blond gave a thoughtful sigh, resting her palm of the edge of their table, leaning forward to speak. "That you help the Bennett witch. I have her looking for a spell that can incapacitate Klaus. One that will grant your daughter her freedom and spare Elena's life."

"How do you know about this spell?" Jonas asked, studying her reaction. He was looking for any sign of falsehood. An indication that she was lying.

"My mother…was a very powerful witch." She said, leaning on the heels of her feet, "I remember it well. And with combined efforts our mutual Klaus problem will be extinguished."

"Dad," Luka spoke up, staring back at his father with the sudden seriousness of a wise man. "Do it…for Greta, dad."

The man looked back at his son, whose eyes were pleading with him to accept the offer. The better offer, at the moment.

"I—we accept," Dr. Martin finally got out, extending a hand to the blond. Her expression grew solemn as she accepted the gesture, shaking hands with the warlock.

"Thank you."

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He'd been unable to find a way to completely rid himself of Elijah's body. Hell, when a flamethrower doesn't work it's time to call it quits. So now, he found himself sitting in bed, reading something called Twilight. He shuddered at the thought that this was the latest teen craze. A love story about a girl stuck between a bedazzled vampire and abs crunching werewolf.

"Funny. I would have pegged you for the Interview with the Vampire type," a familiar voice announced from the doorway. His eyes moved to the sound as the blond entered his room, closing the door behind her.

Brow raised, his eyes roamed over her form. The porcelain white purity of her skin, unobstructed by any sign of a blemish, her bare, long, slender legs—feet padding across the floor toward his bed. She was dressed in a dark blue nightie that stopped mid-thigh. His gaze trailed up to where the gown offered an exceptional view of her ample cleavage. Her blond locks fell past her shoulders, tickling the exposed flesh.

"How did recruitment go?" He asked, setting the book aside. That had to be why she was there, in his room. Dressed like that.

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she crawled onto the bed, with the grace of a cat, on all fours. He took in the familiar scent of sun, rain, and vanilla as she inched closer. And still closer.

"Wonderfully," Caroline purred, reaching a hand out and trailing up his chest. A sudden heat from her touch made him jump in surprise. His body's reaction to her was almost frightening to say the least. He hardly knew the woman and although he wasn't one for formalities when it came to casual sex she was the enemy, in a sense. He should have more control over himself. But he found himself leaning into her touch as she moved to straddle him, resting her free hand on his cheek.

"Da-mon." She whispered delicately, leaning forward to capture his lips.

Ring…The sweet taste of her lips…ring…it was intoxicating…ring…

Damon bolted up out of bed, cold sweat trailing down his back as a ring echoed throughout his room. It was his phone he realized, hand searching through the dark for the cellular. He brought it to his ear not bothering to read the name flashing across its screen.

"Damon—"

"Hello?" He grumbled, uncertain if the voice he heard was who he thought it was.

"Damon. Isobel…she's back," Elena, he recognized the voice to be. There had been a tremor in her voice. It only took a moment for him to register what she had just said.

"Fuck." The Salvatore breathed. First his dream, and now this? It was starting to look like his luck was running out.

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