Chapter Eight-

Elena told Stefan and he said he'd been home soon. Damon was out of town. Disappointment filled my senses, but I shrugged it off. I had to listen to what Elena and Stefan were going to tell me.

I stood up as he opened the door and he greeted us both.

"Are you still stuck in the past?" He teased.

I nodded. "I won't be back until I see Damon. It killed me for him to see me die, especially after everything."

Stefan sat out to tell me everything from Katherine to Damon's dream trip. Our trip to Titanic. "Evil, manipulative-" Elena grasped my hand. She felt the same way about Katherine. When I saw this chic, I was going to rip her new one.

"So you guys don't sparkle, but burn in the sun?" I asked Stefan.

"Yes. We also have fangs and can be more humane."

"Do you feed off animals too?" I blurted out. I blushed but he laughed.

"It's okay to ask. Yes, I do. Damon is the blood bag guy." He wrinkles his nose in distaste and Elena laughs.

"So, can you tell me about your and Damon's relationship?" Elena whispered quietly.

I told them everything. Almost jumping, David's anger, my love for Damon, the drawing, and the drastic and tortuous last moments. I cried and Elena cried. Even Stefan cried, but he hid it very well.

It was ten thirty and I wistfully headed back home. "I'll see you guys soon."

"Stefan?" Elena whispered softly. "Do you think the Sheila she is talking about is Bonnie's grandmother?"

He contemplated this. "Why don't you invite her over to dinner and then we can ask her. You might just want to invite her, before Damon gets back. I have a feeling everyone would ask to many questions that she will not able to answer."

I sprinted back and yelled a 'hello' to Grandma. "I'm sorry for being out so long. I met up with a few people and got to talking."

"It's alright dear. Why don't you clean up and I'll get lunch ready."

I showered and I thought about the fact that Damon and Stefan were vampires. Different vampires than the Cullen's too. I dressed in black tunic, red high waist-ed shorts, black leather heeled boots, and a silver cherry necklace.

I chatted with Grandmother while we both ate lunch. I wasn't really paying attention until she tapped my shoulder. I blushed. "Sorry,"

"It's okay dear. I was just saying how polite Mr. Salvatore is. Can you believe his brother, Stefan married Elena, and they haven't even graduated high-school yet!" I wanted to roll my eyes. I was going to get married, too. Two marriages at the same time, one in 1912.

"Who?" I asked. Did she mean Damon?

"Damon Salvatore, he went away this weekend to help the sheriff's husband. How nice is that?" She gushed about Damon some more, but I lost interest again. I couldn't help it. I wanted Damon, now. I wanted to kiss him, hold him, and just to talk to him. Forever. After all, we were both immortal.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. When I opened the door there was a dark-haired, carmel-skinned girl about my age. She was a witch, at least I think. There was an air about her that screamed supernatural. It wasn't shape shifter, vampire or angel.

Grandmother opened the door and greeted her. "Hello Bonnie! How are you today?"

"I'm alright Mrs. Swan. Would it be okay of I borrowed Bella for the afternoon?"

She complied, leading Bonnie into the kitchen. I looked up and gasped. "You..."

Bonnie stepped up and hugged me. "Sheila is my grandmother. She sent me to come get you."

Bonnie and I began to walk towards her house. I had changed into something that was slightly more fancier, per say. I had a new taste for dresses

Over the next few hours she helped me uncovered my past. It was increasingly surprising. "I was married to Damon," I said slowly. I couldn't believe it. This is what my dreams are. Memories.

"Yes, Isabella. As I promised, you will become your strongest when Damon comes back." Bonnie took my hand as we sat on the couch. "When will he come back?" I whispered.

"It'll be pouring. You're outside..." Bonnie scowled and turned to me. "That's all I can get until you trust me enough to let your guard down."

X...X...X

The weekend passed in a blur, I could barely remember anything. I do remember bonding with Stefan and Elena but it was blurry. It was like I had been drunk the entire weekend and I was approaching a massive hangover.

I dressed in a white T-shirt with a red heart on it, black cargo shorts, red heels, and I slipped on a black knitted beanie. My phone ringing brought me out of my reverie.

"Thanks for calling us!" Alice giggled.

"Oh, Alice. I'm so sorry I forgot." I felt really guilty, but there was so much. It was so hard to think about, let alone speak. "Could you guys come down? It'll be better to explain in person." I replied quietly.

"Sure sweetie, we'll be down soon. We love you," Rose said. Her voice had nothing but sympathy and concern for me. I'm sure they just thought I was lonely.

I'm going to go walk around, Grandma. I plan to be back around dinnertime." She nodded but held up a finger.

"Here, take this." She handed me a necklace and I folded my fingers around it. "Wear it, okay?" She smoothed down my curls and kissed my forehead.

I walked out the door and quickly slipped it into my pocket. It was a coppery colored locket. It was designed to look like a nest and there was a single bird on the surface. It smelled like lavender and I smiled.

I wandered around the town studying the roads. I mapped the town in my mind and sighed. Two miles towards a few cliffs. I would have to remember, so I could fly one of these days. I walked back into the center of town decided to go to the Mystic Grill to eat. What to eat? I walked in and spotted Bonnie and Elena. They waved me over.

"Damon should be home tomorrow, Bella." Elena squeezed my hand and smiled.

I inhaled deeply and shook my hair. "Good. I... no... I am scared to death," Bonnie giggled and took my other hand. "It's going to be fine!" She leaned forward slightly and whispered in my ear. "I am sure he remembers you."

I snorted, not so ladylike and we all burst into laughter. I was sure I was going mad. I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them.

"It smells like..." Elena shook her head. "Vervain." She looked at Bonnie. "Mrs. Swan knows about the town vampires."

"What- than how is she... Damon!" I hissed at Bonnie. What the hell was vervain? "You guys didn't say anything about vervain."

"C'mon," Elena motioned to us and we walked out. "Stefan's house we go..." Bonnie mock sang. Elena blushed and elbowed Bonnie.

We had arrived at the Salvatore house and I decided that I'd put my necklace on. I wasn't sure what vervain did to me. If it affected vampires they way it did, would I be the same? The moment it touched my skin, it burned. I literally felt on fire. I ripped the necklace off, where it landed across the living room next to the fireplace.

"Damn," I breathed out.

"What happened?" Stefan rushed over to me, studying my neck. "Vervain shouldn't do that to a human," Elena said.

I shook my head. "I was going to tell you after lunch. I'm not human. Well, not exactly."I walked forward and expanded my were all staring at me in wonder.

"Isabella," Stefan came up and hugged me while being conscious of my wings. "You really fit the picture."

"Why didn't you fully say you were an Angel?" Elena asked me.

I frowned. "I didn't fully understand, nor did I trust you enough. I know now that you are my family, so I can completely trust you." They studied my wings and asked me a few questions.

Our conversation died down when a motorcycle pulled up.

"It's Damon." Stefan whispered. "Go, we'll see you tomorrow."

I took off running towards the house, and ruined my clothes. Great. I sprinted into the shower and I heard the storm begin. It was really pouring. The sky was letting all the pain and sorrow out, it too, was crying with the rest of the world.

I quickly dressed, wearing a beige sundress and my heels. I waved to Gran and went out and sat on the porch. I knew I'd probably get soaked again, but I didn't care. I walked down to the street and stared up at the sky. Oh Father, please help me find Damon.

"Isabella?" I turned around to correct my name but froze. I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

"Damon?" I gasped. He walked forward quickly and held my face in his hands. "I was afraid..."

"Hush," Damon whispered. He bent down and kissed my lips. No, this was definitely Heaven. It was pure, full of passion and love. Damon's wet black locks tickled my forehead and I ran my hands through his hair. He pulled away so we could breathe and I hugged him fiercely. "I missed you Isabella."

I stared at him, reentering his features into my brain. It was better than the image of him seeing me dead. He wore an entire black outfit, complete with a leather jacket. His blue eyes glowed and his chin was slightly chiseled. God, this man was beautiful.

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