A/N 1: Okay, here is chapter 3 where we finally get some answers on Sara's past. Warning there is mention of sexual assault in this chapter and I will warn you when you come near it. Remember this story is rated M for a reason, but there are no details to worry about. I own nothing but Sara and Pelicarpo. Enjoy.

Chapter 3: Love's Betrayal.

Sara sped off down the road in the direction towards the motel. It was all too much, the rage, the betrayal, the hunger. She felt like she was going to burst, the pain she was feeling was unbearable. Sara was so distracted that she didn't see the van that was coming towards her till it was too late. Sara was able to maneuver the car just at the right moment to have the van collide with her driver side door causing the other side of the car to be pinned against the guard rail. Sara's head banged against the window with such a jolting force she was surprised it hadn't shattered. She could smell the blood before she felt it trickle down her face and that was it for her. All control she had was gone.

The driver of the van that was carrying five other people in it had gotten out and was knocking on Sara's window. "Hello? Is everyone okay in there?" he asked as it was hard to tell through the tinted windows. Sara groaned, but she was able to roll down the window with the press of a button. "Hey are you alright? Miss?" the man asked as he looked inside.

"No I'm not alright…" she said before the man's blue gaze met her white one. "But I will be." She said before she reached for him through the window and quickly sucked the very life from him as the wispy strands of his soul floated from his mouth to her own. The gash on her head healed quickly as if had never been there.

"Hey Mike! Is everyone alright?" came the voice of one of the five passengers as he got out of the van and approached the car. Mike's body quickly dropped to the ground as Sara let him go, her white gaze trained on her new victim. "Oh my god!" the man gasped in terror before he ran back to the van. Sara's body erupted into a cloud of black smoke that chased after the man, her body quickly appearing in front of him.

"I'm sorry. It's just…I'm so hungry!" she cried out looking slightly apologetic before her fangs elongated and she quickly tore at the man's jugular.

"Jim? Jim what's going on? Where's Mike?" a female voice was heard as a woman came out of the van. Sara drained Jim's body of blood before her gaze turned to the woman. The woman took one look at Sara before screaming. Sara quickly grabbed her and tore her heart from her chest.

Every feeding was different for Sara, she could suck out their soul, drain them of blood, or one of her personal favorites: tare their heart from their chest. With the hearts she tore out she dried and then worked the shavings into the fillings of her cigarettes that way she had some form of a food source constantly available to her though it didn't help much, but just enough to keep her from going postal. Sara crushed the heart in her hand and then quickly went after the other three passengers in the car, feeding off of and killing every one of them. When the feeding massacre was over, Sara got behind the wheel of the van and backed it up so she could get her still functioning rental car back on the road. Sara got back into her car and drove off towards the motel, abandoning the van and the bodies, not caring who stumbled upon them come morning.

x-TOPD-x

The next morning Damon's phone woke him far earlier than he would've liked. With a groan, he rolled over and picked up the black device. "Sheriff, this better be good and by good, I mean really really important." He growled out, the last thing he wanted to deal with right now was Caroline's mother.

"Damon, we have a serious problem." sounded the voice of Sheriff Forbes as she stared at the seen in front of her. The front end of a van was smashed up and six people were dead, three inside the van and three outside. "I think there's another vampire in town."

"And what makes you say that?" Damon asked as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He better not hear what he thought he was going to hear.

"Six people were murdered last night, one was completely drained of blood, a woman had her heart ripped from her chest and the other four, now this is a new one for me, they look as if…"

"They had the life sucked right out of them?" Damon finished for her.

"How soon can you get out here, Damon?" Sheriff Forbes asked as she looked away from the scene. She had no idea what to make of it.

"I'll be right there." Damon huffed as he hung up the phone and then looked up a number in his phone and hitting the call button.

"Hello?" came a gruff male voice on the other end.

"Jeremy, just the hunter I wanted to talk to. Look, you and I are going on a little road trip. I'll be at the house in 15 minutes. Be ready." Damon said before hanging up and went into his in-suite bathroom to take a shower. It was only 5:30 in the morning and he already needed a drink.

x-TOPD-x

Sara woke up to a calming feeling she hadn't experienced in weeks. The feeding did her good last night, her control was back and she felt good, relaxed even but she couldn't help feel like something seemed to be missing. She sat up in bed and felt her bones adjust to the new position. The mattress was still not very pleasing, but suited that job for being a cheap motel. She'd slept in far worse conditions so she wasn't going to complain. She stood up and reached for her cigarettes, quickly lighting one up and bringing it to her lips.

"Much better." She sighed as she blew out a puff of smoke. Sara moved around the room, her gaze falling to the set of bloody clothes she had laying on the bathroom floor. She sighed again, but this time it wasn't in pleasure. Sara quickly grabbed a new set of clothes and threw them on before throwing the bloody ones into the tub. As she took another drag she wondered if there was any way to get some form of accelerant nearby without her having to get into her messed up rental. She turned on her heel and walked out of her room and looked around the floors. Her gaze landed on a guest trying to light his grill over on the first floor. "Perfect." She smiled before making her way over.

"Fucking piece of junk. Why won't you light!" the man growled, clearly frustrated with his grill.

'Who the hell grills at six in the morning?' Sara thought as she approached the man. "Hey there." Sara spoke to get his attention.

"What?" the man shouted as he turned to see Sara. His annoyed face quickly shifting as he took in the gorgeous brunette in front of him.

"Give me your lighter fluid." Sara demanded as she looked deep into the man's eyes.

"Here." The man said as he handed her the bottle, his eyes dilating from the compulsion.

Sara smiled as she took the bottle. "Thanks Sweetie. Say why don't you try lighting the grill over in the shade, the wind isn't so strong over there, perhaps you'll have better luck." She said before turning and heading back to her room.

"Thanks, I will." The man smiled and moved his grill over to the shade wondering why he hadn't thought of it before. Truth was he wasn't supposed to be grilling near the rooms and the spot Sara had suggested he go to happened to be right below her room.

Once she got inside Sara moved into the bathroom and poured the lighter fluid over the clothes and then grabbed some toilet paper, rolled it up, lit it up with her lighter and tossing it onto her clothes. While the clothes burned, Sara grabbed what little items she needed, those being her cell phone, purse and keys. Her travel bag carried very little items and clothes were always replaceable. When you were over 2,000 years old materialistic items didn't matter so much and you learned to recognize more crucial necessities. With the items she needed, Sara exited the hotel room and locked the door to Room 23 behind her. With the bottle of lighter fluid in hand she poured it over the side of the balcony and onto the grill the man was still trying to light. With the bottle now empty she made her way down the steps and towards her banged upped rental.

"Thanks for the help, Sweetie." She said as she passed the man, but not before taking a small snack from him, a small snack that left the man unconscious as she let him fall against the grill. That empty feeling she had when she woke up was now gone. Satisfied with her work, Sara got into the car, started the engine and then left the Motel lot, but not before lighting a piece of paper and throwing it onto the grill. The flames soared into the air in the reflection of her review mirror, the man's body catching ablaze as well.

Sara left the motel and made her way towards the dealership she had gone to the day before, she was in need of a new car. As she drove into the empty lot Steve the Salesman came out from the building, he took one look at the car and gasped.

"What have you done!" he cried as he observed the damage to the doors, all the scratches and dented up fender. Sara cut the engine, quickly got out of the car and grabbed Steve.

"I didn't do anything to the car. You will get me a new one and you will erase all documents on this car and the new one, do you understand?" Sara spoke harshly as she compelled the man. She didn't like compelling humans for little mundane things, such as dealing with a new rental. Except for a select few, she preferred that people live their own lives. She was glad she never had to do it that often, but lately it seemed to be a necessity where ever she went. Thank goodness even if they were on vervain it didn't help them any when it came to her.

"I'm sorry the car was not up to your standards, Ms. Phillips. Why don't you get a new one and get rid of all those nasty documents, shall we?" Steve spoke with a smile on his face as he showed her the way inside to his office where inside he erased all documents on file about the Luxury Mercedes-Benz and the new Cadillac CTS Coupe that Sara was about to drive off with.

"There we are Ms. Phillips, you're all set." Steve said as he handed her the new set of keys.

"Good, now forget all about this little visit, in fact forget my name and face entirely." Sara said before the compulsion effects wore off. She quickly left the office, got into her new car and sped out of the lot.

x-TOPD-x

Jeremy stood out on the front porch of the Gilbert House waiting for Damon like he had told him to do. It was far too early for this crap and why he was listening he didn't know, but figured it had to have been something important if Damon was calling him this early. Jeremy didn't have to wait long as Damon pulled into the drive way and called for him to "hurry up and get the hell in." Jeremy had just rolled his eyes at the comment, unfazed by it, and got into the passenger seat with barely enough time to buckle himself in before Damon sped out of the drive way.

"So where are we going?" Jeremy asked as he fiddled with the radio.

"It's a surprise. Stop that." Damon spoke as he smacked Jeremy's hand away from the radio.

"Fine." Jeremy huffed as he placed his ear buds into his ears and pressed the play button on his iPod.

Soon enough Damon and Jeremy were at the scene Sheriff Forbes had called about. There were two squad cars, two ambulances, a coroner's van, and a tow truck along the side of the road surrounding a white van with its front end totaled. Damon pulled off to the side of the road and cut the engine.

"Whoa, what happened here?" Jeremy asked as he and Damon got out of his Camaro.

"Something tells me it was our new but ancient doppelgänger friend." Damon said as he and Jeremy approached the scene. Sheriff Forbes turned away from the scene to the see the two newcomers.

"Damon, I'm glad you could make it." Liz Forbes said as she approached the two men. "What is Jeremy doing here?" Liz asked, not very happy about the teenager being at a murder scene.

"Well I figured if there's a new vampire in town, why not enlist the help of a vampire hunter, eh Liz?" Damon said as he wrapped an arm around Jeremy's shoulders with a goofy grin on his face. Liz just seemed to glare at the raven-haired vampire.

"Damon this is no place for a child, even if it is Jeremy Gilbert." She spoke in a stern voice, her glare never leaving Damon's face.

"You're right Liz, my apologies." Damon said with a mock semi-bow. "You, get in the car." Damon said as he pushed Jeremy back in the direction of the blue 1969 Chevy Camaro.

"Alright, I'm going, sheesh." Jeremy huffed as he rubbed the back of his neck where Damon had pushed him, returning to the car and put his head phones back in. Even though he wasn't allowed to look at the scene, Jeremy knew this wasn't the reason Damon had wanted him to come along. No, Damon wanted him to take him to Sara.

About an hour later Damon and Jeremy were on the road again and heading through town.

"Alright Jeremy, where is she?" Damon asked in a demanding tone that left no room for arguments.

"Room 23 at the Mystic Motel." Jeremy told him knowing Damon would get it out of him one way or another. Besides, he wanted to know why Sara did this as well.

"Of course!" Damon said as he hit the gas, speeding up far more than that of the posted speed limit. He felt a little stupid for not thinking of it himself, Sara was new in town and she needed a place to stay, the motel made perfect sense. As Damon passed by The Grill he noticed a familiar face getting out of a new grey Cadillac. "Hang on!" Damon warned as he quickly turned the wheel, the tires squealing loudly at the abrupt turn.

"Hey! What the hell man!" Jeremy yelled as he tried to steady himself. He looked to Damon for an explanation when he saw her; Sara was walking around the square. "Never mind." Jeremy said as Damon quickly found a parking spot and threw the Camaro in park.

"Let's go." Damon said as he got out of the car and slammed the door shut with Jeremy right behind him.

Once Sara had left the Dealership she had found herself in need of real food, human food, so she figured she'd stop by The Grill for breakfast. She had found a good parking spot and was just about to enter the restaurant when she suddenly felt a hand on her. The next thing she knew she was being pushed up against a wall with a hand around her neck all the while staring into a pair of icy blue eyes.

"And a 'Good Morning' to you too, Damon." Sara's voice was soft, but her brown eyes were hard.

"What are you doing here, Sara?" Damon's voice was hard and venomous.

"I was thinking of getting some breakfast, perhaps you and Jeremy would like to join me." She said as her gaze fluttered over to Jeremy before back to Damon.

"What, six humans weren't enough for you? Though you might take out a few senior citizens while they chatted over coffee?" Damon hissed.

"Unlike you Damon, my body does on occasion need real food, not just souls and blood." Sara snapped.

"Any why is that?"

"Well it's very simple really. Unlike you, I'm not dead." Sara stated as she moved out from Damon's grip and made her way out of the alley Damon had taken her into. "The offer still stands on breakfast boys. Morning Jeremy." Sara said as she passed him with a smile.

"Sounds good to me." Jeremy said has he rubbed his hands together. He turned and followed after Sara. He still hadn't eaten since Damon had gotten him up too early to actually be hungry. "You coming, Damon?" Jeremy called as he looked back at the vampire.

"Yeah I'm coming." Damon huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and followed the two into The Grill. "But you're buying." Damon called out to the Striga.

Sara nodded her head. "Of course, it was my invitation after all." She spoke as she entered the eating establishment and headed for a booth. The three of them sat down and a waitress came to quickly take their orders. Once the waitress left the conversation began.

"Alright, start talking." Damon demanded as he leaned against the table, his blue eyes never leaving Sara's face.

"What, before coffee?" Sara mused with a smirked on her face; Jeremy couldn't help but snort at the older ancestor of his sister and the face she had caused Damon to make.

"Cute." Damon muttered with a roll of his eyes as the waitress came back with a glass of water, two mugs and a coffee pot.

"Hey Sara, what did you mean when you said that you weren't dead? I mean you must've died at some point right?" Jeremy asked as he took a sip of his water once the waitress had left.

"No, I haven't." Sara spoke with a shake of her head. "In order to become a vampire you need to have died with vampire blood in your system. To become a vampire hunter you have to have the start of the hunter's mark and then kill a vampire in order to activate it. As I told you last night, I was cursed to be what I am. By a descendant of Qetsiyah's and an ancestor of Bonnie's as it turns out." Sara explained as she took a sip of her coffee once it had cooled. "I never had to die to become what I am and I'm afraid I never will. Though many have tried to kill me, it just simply doesn't work."

"So if someone was to snap your neck or shoot you?" Jeremy asked.

"It wouldn't work. A snap of my neck would do nothing; I'd just snap it back in place. A bullet wound would heal on impact even if it was a fatal one." Sara answered.

"What if someone was to rip your heart out?" Damon asked. Sara knew he was referring to what she had done to the woman at the scene she had created.

"Someone did, a long time ago and I'm still trying to put the pieces back together actually." Sara said sadly. Despite her urge to look away, she never took her eyes off of Damon's face.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know." The subject was clearly lost.

"Oh look, foods here." Jeremy said changing the subject as the waitress placed their orders in front of them. Jeremy quickly tucked into his food while Sara and Damon just pushed theirs around the plates, both with a loss of appetite. Soon enough Jeremy had cleared his plate and noticed that the others hadn't touched theirs. "Well I'm done." He said.

"Good. Check please." Sara called to their waitress who quickly came back with their bill. "Thank you." Sara said as she reached for it, but Damon snagged it from her.

"I'll get it." He said as he took a look at it before handing the waitress his debit card. Sara just raised an eyebrow at him.

"What happened to 'I'm buying?'" She asked as they moved out from the booth.

"Lucky for you I'm a gentleman." Damon said with a grin as the waitress came back and handed him his card. Sara just smiled before the three of them exited The Grill and began walking around the square; both men still had more questions for Sara.

"So Sara, um why did you… I mean I think I know why you…." Jeremy started but couldn't quite get the words to form.

"Why did I attack those people last night?" Sara finished for him. Jeremy nodded.

"Wait last night?" Damon asked.

"Yes Damon, last night. While leaving your home as a matter of fact. When I left my control was already slipping, it had been a while since I last had a proper feeding and when that van hit me that was it, I snapped." She said with a partial shrug.

"And the new rental car?" Damon asked.

"Merely covering my tracks is all." Sara stated as she looked around the square. From what she'd seen so far Mystic Falls was quite the charming little town. As she looked around at all the people walking around, shopping and working on this early morning her gaze fell onto a few familiar faces and theirs on hers. Across the square were Stefan and Elena walking hand in hand, talking when they saw Damon and Jeremy with Sara. Elena's gaze was hard as she stared at the oldest version of herself, she still didn't trust Sara. Damon and Jeremy soon noticed the couple and the look Elena was giving them told Jeremy he better get over there and now.

"Ah, excuse me guys." Jeremy said before making his way over to his sister and her boyfriend. Sara stared at them while she watched the two siblings squabble because of her. Her gaze was hard as it landed on Stefan; Damon noticed this and brought something that was in the back of his mind to attention.

"You know I may not like my brother very much, but it's not often I see him happy and if you plan on getting in the way of his and Elena's relationship…" He started only to be interrupted by Sara.

"Trust me Damon when I say I want nothing, absolutely nothing to do with your brother. If Elena's found happiness with him then good for her, at least one of us did. In fact, the farther he stays away from me the better." She said before walking off. She couldn't stand looking at him much less being anywhere near him. It may not have been Stefan who wronged her, but it still hurt to see that face, his face, the face of Pelicarpo; the man who stole her heart and then threw it back at her in pieces.

"Hey, wait a minute." Damon said as he caught up to her. The look he thought was of jealousy he now knew was of pain. "Why is that?" he asked.

"For starters he's what I call an Overdose Feed." She said as she kept moving, putting as much distance between them as she could. It was too much.

"A what?" Damon asked.

"An Overdose Feed. I feed off of souls, Damon. Typically, the average person has one or two souls connected to them; theirs and if they were around someone who died, a part of that soul would be attach to them. The more souls attached to a person the stronger the feed, the less people I have to feed off of. When someone is surrounded by so much death they take bits of the souls with them, Stefan aka The Ripper has so many souls around him that if I were to feed from him I could easily lose control. The thing about being what I am is if I don't feed enough I lose control and if I feed too much I lose control. I have to be careful when I feed, the seven people I fed from have satisfied me for the moment. But someone who is labeled as an Overdose Feed like your brother can tip the scale, attract the beast, whatever the hell you want to call it. In other words, it's dangerous to be around him and considering what you brother is I'm just fine with that." She explained.

Damon let her words sink in before something else came to realization. "You mean who he looks like." He stated.

"What?" Sara asked.

"You told us your Silas Doppelgänger died as a human and that you were cursed to be what you are now. What happened to him and why were you cursed? Did it have something to do with Peli…" Damon couldn't quite remember the name she had told them last night.

"Pelicarpo." Sara told him.

"Right, Pelicarpo. What happened, Sara? Why were you cursed?" Damon asked, his voice was gentle and Sara couldn't help but tell him her story. She'd been alone for far too long and hadn't known honest kindness for even longer. Damon had a genuinely good soul, she didn't see too many of those anymore.

"They say history has a way of repeating itself and it's true. It was 417 B.C. and I was 15 when I met Pelicarpo. He was older than I, about 32 if I recall. Age gaps were common back then as they were in any age and when I met him it was love at first site. He was sweet and kind and we could talk for hours without him once placing a hand or an eye where it didn't belong. He was different than all the other boys, all the other men I had ever had contact with. He encouraged me, taught me things that men believed no woman had any business knowing. We became fast friends and soon enough a secret love affair had blossomed." Sara paused as she recalled the events from her years as an adolescent.

"When I was 16 my father announced that I was to marry an older man, a man that was not my love. Though I was engaged, Pelicarpo and I did not end our relationship. We still met in secret like always, but it was becoming harder to get away. I was constantly under the watchful eye of my parents and my new fiancée, a man who thought he already owned me. He was rude and had a bad case of roaming hands unlike Pelicarpo who never once laid an inappropriate hand on me. Even though we were in a relationship we had not consummated it. We were waiting for our wedding night and it seemed like it was never going to happen due to the certain circumstances we were under that was until one night." Sara's eyes filled with tears as she recalled the events that had happened next. The events that had changed her life forever.

A/N: Warning, mention of rape up ahead. Nothing graffic, but skip till you see next A/n if you do not wish to read.

"I met Pelicarpo at our usual meeting place after having dinner with my fiancée where he had yelled at me, told me I was his and then hit me. Pelicarpo had been furious with the news and told me he would see my father tomorrow and beg for my hand in marriage and if he didn't give his blessing then we would run away to be together. It was that night, with his promise for a better future, that I gave myself to him. We made love for the first and last time as fate would have it. The next day my fiancée barged into my home while I was alone and raped me. Telling me I was his to do with as he pleased even though we weren't married yet. I was alone, scared, confused and hurt. Unlike the passionate love making I had experience the night before, I had been forced to do things I had never even thought of doing before. When I tried to fight him off, it only made things worse as he beat me." Sara quickly wiped away at the tears that had started to fall, refusing to give the man any more satisfaction in the afterlife than he already had.

A/N: Continue here if you skipped the rape scene.

"I tried to tell my parents what he had done to me, but my father wouldn't hear if it. He believed that a woman's place was in the kitchen, taking care of her family, doing as she was told and popping out as many children as she could give her husband. They were to hardly be seen and never heard. He made sure I knew what my place was. I was to marry this man and bring in more wealth to our family."

Damon released a growl as he heard how Sara's father had viewed women. He couldn't say he was surprised, there were still men who thought that today. However, he had been raised to respect women, to treat them with kindness. The husband may have been the head of the family; the provider, but it was the wife that cared for them all. If he had treated any women the way the men in Sara's human life had treater her, his mother would be turning over in her grave. Hell, she would've come back to life just to cut of his...well, needless to say, he would never treat a woman like that.

Sara waited a few minutes for him to calm himself before she continued. This wasn't easy to hear. Hell, it wasn't easy to talk about, but she pressed on. She needed to. "Anyway, my father wouldn't break off the arrangement and my mother was of no use. She would tell me to be quite and to do as I was told before I got myself into any more trouble. A few weeks later and I found out I was pregnant. Having lain with two different men, albeit one was unwillingly, around the same time, I had no idea who the father was. My father was furious when he found out, but not as furious as when my fiancée had told him I had not been a virgin when we he had raped me. That I had been with another man before him, that my purity had been compromised of my own will beforehand. The engagement had been broken off and every one was lead to believe that I was nothing more than a whore. Well that had been the last straw for my father. I had humiliated him, the dishonored the family name, and was pregnant out of wedlock. Because of all this I was disowned, they would have nothing to do with me or the bastard child."

"Seriously? How could they have done that to you? You were what, 16, 17 when all this happened? You were a child! Would no one help you? Friends? Other family? Clearly your mother was of no help." Damon sneered as he spoke of her mother's attitude towards her.

Sara shook her head. "It was a different world back then, Damon. I came from one of the richest families in Ancient Rome, my life was never in my own hands. From the day I was born till the I day I was to be married, my father owned me. Once I was married, it was my husband who would over see the rest of my existence. They never cared about me, I was just a means to form an alliance with another wealthy family. Women in my time were married off far sooner than the age that I was engaged, but my father had been picky and when it came to marriage proposals. There had been many men who had come to our home to ask my father for my hand, but he had denied all till Him. It was always about money, never about what I wanted."

"But still, how could no one help you? How could your father believe your fiancée over you?"

"Women weren't allowed to express themselves and my father made sure that his wife and only child knew their place in the house, the family, and the world. All my father ever cared about was wealth and now because of his whore child, the chances of increasing his wealth was very little if that. I didn't know what my fiancée had meant when he said that he knew I had not been a virgin and that I had given it away willing before he had raped me, but I very quickly found out. I no longer had a family or friends, but I didn't care. I was free and that meant Pelicarpo and I could be together and I was happy. I may not have known who the father was, but I knew Pelicarpo loved me and that he was a good man. He would help raise the baby as his own or so I believed."

"How could you have possibly thought that?!" Damon interrupted with a shout. "He never even spoke to your father for your hand, did he? If he never made good on his promise to you, what could possibly have made you think that he would've helped you raise a child that was possibly not his." His words stung with the truth that Sara wished she had known at the time, but she had been too naive to see it then.

"No, Pelicarpo never spoke to my father. I had been too naive, blinded by love, to see that Pelicarpo's words had just been that. A ploy to get me to sleep with him. When I went to find Pelicarpo to tell him what had happened, I found him with another woman. When I told him what had happened, that we could finally be together, be a family, he just laughed in my face and called me a naïve whore who had served her purpose. I was so shocked that I just stood there as he walked away with the other woman in his arms. As it turned out, Pelicarpo and my now ex-fiancée were lifelong friends and they had used me in some sick plan. They both had wanted me, but being from a high class and well respected family, they knew they couldn't just come after me. So they came up with a sick and twisted plan. Pelicarpo would strike up a friendship me, get me to fall in love with him and then his friend would ask my father for my hand in the exchange of more wealth, knowing my father would never refuse the thought of more money. All in the hopes that they could get me to sleep with them both. It was all part of some sick plan of theirs and even though the child was not part of it, they couldn't have cared less even if they had tried. In fact, had I not become pregnant, I still would've been married off only to be shared between the two of them if not others as well. I was nothing more than a body to them."

"Oh come on! Seriously?!" Damon, growled. The more she told him of her past, the more pissed off he got at these men and he was glad that they had died long ago. He also couldn't help, but take her side. She had every reason to be how she was and considering what she had been was pretty much nice since she showed up, he was surprised that she wasn't more bitter and angry. However, it was still early. He was only getting to know Selephia the Human and not Sara the Striga. A creature in which he knew very little about still.

"Yeah, how's that for love? And to think that us doppelgängers are fated to love one another. Well like a fool I fell in love with him, but to this day I am damn sure that Pelicarpo never loved me in return." she scoffed before continuing. Damon wasn't sure how much more he could take, and she hadn't even gotten to the part about how she had been cursed.

"Humiliated, heartbroken, and pregnant. I was on my own. I was disowned, an outcast and run out of the only place I had called home to live in exile. I was lucky enough in a few villages over to have found shelter with an elderly widow who took pity on me when I told her how the child came to be. I stayed there with her till I gave birth to a daughter when I was 17. I was in no shape to care for a child, the pregnancy had been rather difficult and the birth had left me ill. The old woman had helped find a family that I could give my daughter to."

"Wait a second. Instead of helping you take care of the child, she just gave her away?"

"It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I knew it was what was best for her. I was in no condition to look after her, even had I not had problems during labor. I was lucky to have survived, but the old woman refused to help in any other means than finding a suitable family. That my daughter would've been better off without me. Even though I had made it through the birth alive, with how sick I was after she believed I wouldn't have survived for much longer. The least she could do was help me find a home for my daughter instead of being stuck with the child or abandoning it after I died."

"You can't possibly believe that? A child should know it's mother." Damon spoke softly, placing a hand on Sara's shoulder in comfort.

"It was for the best. Had I kept my daughter, she would've eventually starved or died due to illness from exposure. I had no home, no food, no way to clothe her. This way she would have all she would ever want with a family that would never let any harm come to her. After I healed from childbirth, surprisingly to the old widow, the woman told me I could no longer stay with her and I was soon on my own again. I wandered around for quite some time after that, doing what I had to survive, till I ended up back in my town of birth and soon stumbled upon my former lover and ex-fiancée. I didn't know what came over me, but seeing them unleashed all the anger, feelings of betrayal, and extreme hatred I had for them over the last year of my life in exile. Over the last year, I had come up with plan for revenge and sooner than I knew it I had killed both of them upon my arrival back in my village. First was my ex-fiancée, who I knew had been the father of my child; she had his hair and eye color. I had followed him down a dark alley, informed him he had a daughter and then decapitated him, twice if you catch my drift."

"Wait you mean you...?" Damon couldn't finish the sentence. He wasn't sure if he should cover his neck or his crotch, if he did both he would've looked foolish.

Sara nodded, confirming the fact that she had indeed cut off the man's manhood before doing the same to the head on his shoulders. "Can I continue?" she asked while Damon nodded with a gulp and shifted on his feet slightly. "Thank you. Now after I was finished with him I went after Pelicarpo. I found him with the woman I had the first time I went looking for him, told him to go to hell before I ripped his heart out like he did mine. Well as it would turn out the woman with him was a witch and not just any witch, a witch that later on I would learn was the descendant of the very same witch who had started all this, the witch known as Qetsiyah. How's that for irony, eh? I took the man she loved away from her, a man I had once fallen in love with myself, and in return I was cursed, turned into something against my will, doomed to live for all eternity killing in order to live a life of my own free will than one I would be forced to live out." She finished with a sigh. "So that's what happened to me and how I was cursed. That's my story." She said as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "And that is why I want nothing to with your brother, Damon."

"Because of all the anger and betrayal he reminds you of." Damon stated and Sara nodded.

"Exactly." She said softly.

Damon just stood there and ran a hand through his hair. It was a lot to take in, but he understood and for some reason it all made sense to him. She had been wronged by Pelicarpo like had been wronged by Katherine. He suddenly felt very protective over Sara, despite knowing the fact that she didn't need him. She had been terribly wronged early on in life and he had no doubt that she probably hadn't known much kindness since before it had all happened, if at all, that had been genuine.

"So, ah, what happened to the child?" He asked, wondering if she knew.

"She was raised by a loving family while under my watchful yet unseen eye to make sure nothing bad ever happened to her and I made sure she married for love. She had five children and seventeen grandchildren before dying of old age as a human." She informed him, with a sad smile. "I had promised her a better life than the one I had and I made damn good on my promise. Even if she never knew about me." She said before sighing once more. "In a way it was better that my fiancée at the time was the one to father the child than Pelicarpo."

"And why's that?"

"Well, think about it. Had Pelicarpo been the father then all later doppelgängers of Silas and Amara would've been related of some sort. Each doppelgänger descends from the originals' family lines."

"Well that would be awkward, destined to fall in love with a distant cousin of sort." Damon snorted, "Wait!" he shouted as he came to a stop. "Does that mean I'm related to that bastard Silas?!" He had never thought about it before.

Sara laughed. "I hate to break it to you Honey, but yeah you are. Extremely distant, but he's there. Not sure which side of your family it would be though. I know Amara was on my father's side."

"So how are you related to Katherine?" Damon asked.

"Well..." She started before the sound of sirens were heard throughout town. "I wonder what's going on." She said before two fire engines raced by, the sight of them causing her to remember something. "Oh no." she said as she bit her lip.

"Please tell me you didn't have something to do with this?" Damon asked her.

"Not entirely."

"C'mon." Damon said as he grabbed hold of her and they raced over to his Camaro. "Get in." he said as he climbed inside and started the engine. Sara did as told and soon enough they were following the two emergency vehicles towards the Mystic Motel where it was currently up in flames. "You set the motel on fire!" Damon shouted as he stared at her, mouth a gape.

"Not exactly." Sara said as they got out of his car.

"There's the Sheriff. Liz! Hey, what happened here?" Damon asked Sheriff Forbes.

"Oh wouldn't you know Damon, seven bodies in one day. First the six murders and now some drunken idiot decided he was going to grill near the building and the whole thing went up in flames, including himself. Passed out on top of the grill as far as we can figure. We're just hoping to keep the flames contained. At least it isn't the entire motel, just rooms 12-14 and 22-25." Liz Forbes informed him before she turned to stare at Sara. "Elena, could you tell Caroline that I'm gonna be home late tonight? I know you guys are only home for a short amount of time on break, but I have so much paper work as it is and now all this. I feel bad."

Sara looked at Damon out of the corner of her eye, silently begging for help here.

"Actually Liz, everyone is supposed to be staying at the boarding house tonight. You know, one big fancy slumber party and all that before the girls go back to campus. I'm surprised Caroline didn't inform you of her plans." Damon said with a shrug. "We were put in charge of snack and booze duty by Caroline and were off to get said supplies when we saw all the commotion and got distracted. We really should be going before your daughter calls and starts yelling at us." Damon lied, saving Sara from having to come up with a story on the spot.

"Oh! Well then, you all have a good time and thanks for letting me know." Liz said before walking off, shouting orders. 'Like mother, like daughter.' Damon thought with a shake of his head.

"Thank you." Sara breathed with a sigh of relief.

"No problem." Damon said before he looked at Sara, recalling something she had said earlier. "Seven?" he asked, no further words were needed, Sara knew what he meant.

"Seven." She said with a nod, confirming what he implied. Damon just sighed before turned back to his car.

"C'mon." he said as he pushed her towards the vehicle.

"Where are we going?" Sara asked him.

"First to The Grill so you can get your car. Then to the Boarding House." He told her as they got back in the car and the engine roared to life.

"And why to the Boarding House?" Sara asked him, though she already had an idea as to why.

"Because, it's where you'll be staying." He said as he sped off down the road.

"Right." Sara said as she just looked out the window. So much for not being near Stefan, now they were going to be residing on the same premises.

As they drove towards town, a figure stood within the crowd of people at the burning motel. He watched as the older Salvatore brother drove off with the oldest doppelgänger, his boss would not be pleased to know that the doppelgängers were teaming up together and most likely to fend off against him. He pulled out his cell phone as he got into his gold Dodge Intrepid, "Hey, we have a problem." He spoke as he drove out of sight.

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A/N 2: Okay, there's chapter three. Hope you guys enjoyed it, it was a long one I know and full of information. I hope I haven't broken your brains. Up next: A little tiff between the doppelgängers, word spreads around MF about the third Doppelgänger and some Damon/Sara quality time. PLEASE REVIEW.