I sat in the room that was now to be mine not being able to rest. This night had been full of so many revelations that my mind was working faster than it had ever worked in my entire life. The room was quite large. It was more decorated with a feminine touch. More so then the rest of the house. I wondered if this was a room their mother had once enjoyed when she was alive. I didn't know anything about their past. I was still sorting mine out. I'm sure that is why Damon gave this room to me. He had drove me back to the motel to gather my things explaining how I couldn't stay there and that he couldn't have me staying anywhere else but at the mansion. It wasn't safe for me. That I would be more safe with them.

There was a knock on the door and I immediately knew it was Damon.

"Come in" I said calmly not needing to shout for human ears to hear.

Damon walked in head brewing and spinning just like mine. He sat at the desk by the window and looked out upon the night. I sat on the bed my legs crossed starring at the back of his head. His hair was dark. A bit longer than Stefan's all around. He was thinner and taller than Stefan. He was definitely the darker and the more defiant of the two. I should have felt uncomfortable in his presence and I was but not in the way I should have been. I should have feared him but I didn't. There was a sort of pull to be near him. One I could not give into at the moment. Fighting the urge was so uncomfortable.

"We are connected somehow Elena. I can feel it. I knew it the first time I saw you in the bar. I just didn't know why or how".

I didn't say anything afraid of what I might say. He turned to me. I was looking past him not wanting to look into his eyes. He got up and walked over to the bed. He sat down and touched my chin. His hand was soft upon my face very gentle. He turned my chin so that I was facing his face. He then lifted it up so that our eyes could meet. At first he sat there starring trying to look into my eyes as I looked off into space avoiding his but I couldn't fight it anymore. The fire was all I desired at the moment and I gave in easier then I thought I could.

Next moment I wasn't there in the room. I was in another time and place. It was blurry but I could make out Damon and I holding hands. There was no one around and I could feel the love we shared. We kissed for only a moment before terror swept upon our faces. And then in less then a second the dream was gone and I was on fire starring into his eyes once again.

"What was that"? I asked confused breaking free of his hand looking away.

He looked at me confused. "What was what Elena?"

So he couldn't feel the fire nor did he see what I had seen. A vision of he and I closer then I thought we would ever be. In love and in danger?

"I thought I heard something. Sorry. I am just super cautious and frankly freaked out since I became a vampire."

He left the room quickly and returned within ten seconds carrying two bags of blood and two straws. He handed me one and sat back on the bed next to me with the other. We both ripped them open.

"Cheers". He lifted his bag to mine. I took a sip. It quenched a thirst so strong. Almost as strong as the fire that burned for Damon.

"Thank you." I smiled back to him. He finished his quicker than I did. Laying on his back now starring at the ceiling he began to answer questions that were brewing in my mind but that I did not ask.

"Stefan is upset that Katherine died. He was still in love with her." He confessed annoyed.

"He was?" I questioned trying to play off the fact that I already felt this from earlier.

"You couldn't tell? He huffed and puffed his way out of the room when we have bigger fish to fry. There is no time to mourn our dear Katherine. We need to know why she created you and sent you here and exactly who you really are".

There was a desire to ask him how he felt for Katherine. I had to think of a way to get my question out without sounding like a jealous teenager, "so you don't find the need to mourn for her"?

He laughed. And I liked the sound of it. "If you are asking if I still loved her the answer is no! The last time she showed up here she played our hearts and manipulated us. Turned us against each other trying to give her exactly what she wanted. It was a completion to us to win her heart. In the end she confessed her love for Stefan. That nearly killed me. I left for a few years came back and found Stefan alone. Katherine had left him about a week after I took off without word or reason. I laughed in his face but I saw no anger in him. He was defeated by her and I knew how it felt. So I had to mend him, for years and I thought he was ok until well you said she had died." His eyebrows lifted and a grin shaped upon his mouth. He was enjoying the fact she was dead.

"So you didn't need mending?" I asked curiously.

His grin quickly took the shape of a smirk. He rolled his eyes. "I left Elena. I didn't want to watch them make googley eyes at each other for centuries. Did I love her? Once upon a time I did but she took what little love I had left to give someone. The switch was turned off and I became the darker more bad ass brother if you haven't noticed. All thanks to Katherine. So how did dear old Kat die?"

I was stumped by the she took his love. What he had left to give. Did it mean he could not love? But the vision I just had said otherwise.

"Hello Elena?" He snapped his fingers. He was back inches from my face. I quickly looked down avoiding his eyes again.

"Isobel never told me. She said I would find out soon enough everything I needed to know but that I was to find you guys first."

He fell back onto the bed. "Damn that Isobel. Never really liked her."

"What? You knew my mother" I exclaimed with disbelief and utter annoyance that he didn't say something sooner.

"I turned her." He casually replied as if it meant nothing. As if he just didn't act like he had no clue who Isobel was earlier.

"What? You what? Why?" I was beginning to freak out and he could feel it.

"Whoa calm down Elena. Isobel asked me to turn her. She was so interested in her family history. In Vampire history. I met her one day at a bar. She knew what I was. How I have no clue but she flirted her way over to me and just like that paid for my services. Kind of like a call girl would."

I swallowed hard. He did not just make that comparison. He laughed.

"It's a joke Elena. I didn't even know who she was until she came back knocking on my door a few months later asking me to tell her everything I knew about Kat. This was around the time I left Stefan and Kat to live happily ever after. She told me her name was Isobel. Once Katherine told Stefan and I that if a Isobel came to us for help or anything she was Petrova. I didn't know what she wanted with Katherine. I figured she was a relative with business. Or maybe she wanted to take Kat out. I was actually hoping for that part. So I told her where she could find them and that was that."

"So she said nothing. You heard nothing about her after that?"

He shook his head, "not until you pranced in here saying she was your mom. I never even told Stefan about this. He has no idea who Isobel is and that I turned her. But I think he knows now."

"Well yeah he can hear us. Gosh what does this all mean? Ok timeline. Katherine comes to you fifteen years ago. I was three about then. She hangs out with you for a couple of years trying to get information. I'm now five. You leave, Isobel shows up around the same time you turn her and she retruns asking you about Kat. You come back a year later to find out that Kat left Stefan shortly after you left them. How long after you left did Isobel come to you wanting to be changed?"

"It was a week later."

I was on to something, "and how long did it last with Stefan and Katherine before she left?"

"It was about a month or so." Damon shook his head. "Catch me up here Elena".

"I was about five when Isobel came looking for you asking to turn her. I was with the Gilberts my parents still alive. Isobel went looking for Katherine most likely finding her happily with Stefan. Whatever Isobel told her sent her packing quick. Katherine goes missing for years and then shows up at my house and turns me on my seventeenth birthday. Two days later Isobel shows up with a daylight ring and instructions to follow Katherine's instructions stating she was dead. Katherine knew I was a Petrova. In fact she wasn't even shocked nor surprised when she saw me. I mean I look exactly like her Damon. She didn't even blink twice. She knew who I was or what I was when she came to turn me. Isobel told her."

Damon was now on his feet.

"I need to get Stefan". The door opened.

"I'm here. Caught up. On everything". He looked at Damon and put an emphasis on everything. I knew he meant changing Isobel and sending her their way.

"Isobel must have seen you. Must have seen you looked like Katherine. So she sought out to become a vampire. Why I'm not sure just yet. But she found Kat told her everything and then the plot thickens. I think we need to do some Petrova history searching. You said you brought a book right?"

I shook my head. I began to get up when Stefan was by my side reaching out his hand to help me up. I didn't need his hand but I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get under Damon's skin. Why I had no idea but I knew I would find out one way or another. But this time just like the time with Damon when I touched his hand I was no longer in that room with them. I was in an open field crying. Crying over Stefan Salvatore. For what reason I had no clue. All I knew was I loved him and the crying didn't stop but got louder and harder with each thought of him and just like that the dream slipped away and I was standing on my feet being electrocuted by Stefan's touch. I quickly let go of his hand. He noticed. I walked over to the book that I inherited from Katherine and opened it upon the table. Damon and Stefan were both at my side smothering me with the thoughts of love for them. I turned to the page that I knew started Katherine's history and the search for the truth began.