: Author's Note : This story is probably going to jump back and forth in the timeline. But trust me, it's for a good reason, and I hope you like. Read and Review. I take constructive criticism, but don't be a bitch. Enjoy.

: Song Inspiration : "Dancing" - Elisa & "Dark Waltz" - Hayley Westerna

-1870 A.D. -

"WELL! I declare Monsieur Salvatore... Thank you so much for allowing us to stay in votre maison. It's very wonderful!" Alice beamed with delight at the dinner table, she had been sitting to the left of Sydney all night long, and her southern accent had been getting thicker with each glass of wine she'd had. Sydney tried got ignore the best she could, by staring over at the Salvatore family sitting across the table.

"Enough with the formalities." Father Salvatore smiled, "You may call me Giuseppe. And it was no trouble at all. You and your children are more then welcome to stay as long as you like." The way Giuseppe had being eyeing Alice, you'd would have though she was a big juicy rare steak, and he'd been a hungry wolf. Mmm bloody steak, Sydney thought. How she'd love to have one right now. Just as much as she'd wanted to have her way with the young boy sitting the left of his father. His handsome face as if it had been a perfect chisel piece by Michelangelo. Stefan, as his father introduced to the family, remained quiet all evening, only adding to his mystique.

She'd been so wrapped her thoughts of him that she hadn't heard Alice call her name. "Sydney, darling, Giuseppe was speaking to you." Alice had been speaking of the many dances they'd been teaching to the families along the way back east, and Giuseppe asked if she could show her something. However, Alice didn't want to stand and exhibit, but she suggested that Sydney could show her.

Sydney, embarrassed at being called out, she spoke. "I'm so sorry monsieur." Her accent not nearly as thick but very authentically Cajun. The family came from the outskirts of Alexandria, Louisiana. Well, originally from Spain, but they didn't want anyone to know of their origins. Their 5 member family lived in a small village. It was there that they were bred, and came together after the village had been killed off, and migrated over the sea when they were able to afford a ship. Sydney stood to her feet and moved away from the table.

"Oh yes sir, you will love this." Alice giggled. Sydney stood in the small area nearest the hall entrance. Her brothers, Joseph and Victor, only stood there and watched her. They had no plans to get up and do anything.

"But mama, I do not have a partner. How am I to display the dance?" She asked, her voice soft and shaky. She hoped that monsieur Salvatore would ask his son to join her. That's when she heard footsteps approach in the room. "May I give it a try?" A voice spoke. She slowly turned to her right to see a dark haired gentlemen in his military uniform. His eyes a haunting blue striking a chord within her. He smiled at the beauty.

"Ah! Damon my boy!" Giuseppe exclaimed as his attention turned to his father. "We were not expecting you home for another few weeks. Young lady, I'll have you know my son Damon is quite the waltzer. You may have trouble keeping up." Damon could only smile at the remarks as he was very bashful.

"Thank you father." He responded. Damon turned back to Sydney, holding out his hand to her like a true gentleman. "May I?" Sydney curtsied and took his hand, a cheerful expression all the while. The two took each other's hands, and they're eyes met. Damon, began to step, leading her in the proper positions. The way he took charge was rather impressive. She make her footsteps light in order to follow. He was a really good dancer, she'd now concluded. It was as if all of her movements molded into his. Damon began to twirl her around as she stood on her feet. A final whirl and she'd stepped way.

"Vrai Bon, monsieur Salvatore." She grinned.

Later that night, Damon Salvatore had been sitting on the front porch of his family's estate. Watching the stars was something he'd grown to love. He could remember as a boy he'd sneak out of his bed and wait for the family to lay rest and watch them from back of the home. He'd watched as they burned brightly before him and it was a sight of pure awe.

Damon felt something tap his shoulder, he look back to see that Alice woman's daughter. Still in her dinner dress, and she sat next to him on the staircase. "Is this seat occupied?" She asked.

With a small grin, he answered, "Not at all. Sit." He'd thought he was able to take in enough of her beauty during their brief dance. But, in the moonlight, he was able to see how the green in her eyes shimmered and it shined a radiant beautiful. It was as if she twinkled in the moonlight and her eyes gleamed with the stars.

"So, the confederacy, huh?" She smirked looking over at him slightly cutting her eyes as if she were amused. He laughed nervously, making sure his eyes had been looking up at the darkened sky, and responded, "Yes. Not every issue the confederacy stands for, is one I feel, truly passionate about. But the good old boys from the army could always use a helping hand."

She arched an eyebrow, "But isn't that a bit insincere?"

"Not necessarily dear. General Robert Lee was an official for the Union army, and strongly disagrees with the institution that was placed upon slavery. However, because he and his predecessors are from Virginia, he was called into duty for the South." He smirked. Damon rarely had opportunity to gloat, but this seemed like one of those few moments. For some reason, this girl, she happened to be quite interested in what he had to say. So much so that, she actually nodded in response, "Quite interesting, monsieur. "

She stood to her feet and brushed the dust from drapes on the back of her dress. Moving herself before him, she reached down to take his hand, "Come. I want to dance with you."

"But it is nearly midnight, Miss Sydney." He looked up puzzled. "You surely don't mean to dance out here."

She responded. "Of course. We shall dance under the stars, Monsieur Damon. Besides, I can't exactly lead myself for this particular dance." He stood to his feet, taking her hand, and they moved to the garden. They stopped center of the garden, she raised her right hand and his followed, matching digit for digit, and began to circle around one another. His ice blue eyes never leaving her wild green hues.

They'd been so rapt with each other's movements and pace. The structure of his facial features were well defined as if he were sculpted from perfection; the expressions on face clearly read warm and honest. Though she'd been fooled once before in honest and innocence, her stomach fluttered warm with butterflies, she knew he was genuine.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her beautiful face. If he wasn't mistaken, her features were those of the old Spaniards. Her hair dark and thick with big Raven curls. Like she'd been a fair maiden when the conquistadors sailed east to invade the new world. He hadn't seen anything like her before.

Their bodies just flowed along to the melody their heads. Rarely things in this world that had natural chemistry. But this was just one of those rare things. Damon and Sydney just flowed.

- 2011 A.D.-

Driving along the darkened highway, in a black 1967 Mustang Shelby GT, the porcelain beauty ran her fingers through her fresh dyed chocolate brown locks. Trying to keep the straightened strands from falling in her face as she kept the other steering wheel. It'd been decades since she'd been to Virginia. But here they were, taking the long winding road from Alexandria, VA back to a town the family never planned on returning to.

The fiery redhead sitting in the passenger seat had awoken violently panting from her drunken slumber. A shrill scream escaped her as her eyes popped open, and the brunette never took her eyes off the road. "You okay?"

The redhead breathed, "It happened again. Syd." She leaned forward and put her elbows on the glove box panel before her, resting her head in her hands. "I can't take this anymore. We've got to get this done and over with."

"In due time, honey." Sydney responded, "But we've got to catch a little fish first before we work up to whaling the big one. Alright?" Sydney could hear the sniffles and tears patter against the leather finish. She only tried to console, "Alice, baby no more tears. We're not going to shed anymore tears over this. I won't let the past get to me and neither will you."

"You say that so easily." Alice squeaked, "I don't know how you stay so strong during this. It's been centuries Syd. We've seen no relief, no justice. How do you expect-"

"Enough!" Sydney spat. "I said there will be no more tears, Alice, and I meant it. If I so much catch a sniffle out of you, that's your ass. Is that understood?" The redhead glared at her, biting her lip and nodding.

Sydney looked over, "Good. Now wipe your eyes, and fix your make up. We crossed the county border 20 minutes ago." They flew past the welcome sign into their destination. 'Welcome to Mystic Falls'. It was 5pm, school had let out, everyone was making their commutes from work to home. Now. it was time Sydney and Alice got reacquainted with this sleepy town.