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When Elena opened her eyes Damon was still next to her. She was curled up closer to his chest, and he had obviously been staring at her.

She blushed slightly and he noticed, so he turned his gaze off her for a moment.

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit thirsty," She answered truthfully. "But I'm okay."

Immediately, Damon blurred downstairs and poured a glass of water for Elena, and he returned it. She gave him a small smile. "I'm still not used to your tricks, you know."

"I know it's a lot to deal with," He said as she drank the water, her little eyes still locked with his.

"It is…but it's not at the same time," Elena shook her head. "I'm not exactly human, either."

Damon sighed, and then he seemed to think of something. "I might know someone who can help you…You said that you wanted to remember what happened in the night that your mother left you to Jenna, right?"

"Yes. The dreams I've been having focus mainly on that night. I believe that if I remember what happened then I can know myself…"

"I think I know someone who can help. But I need you to trust me."

"Who are you talking about?" Elena said, curiously and fearfully at the same time.

"Witches," Damon said easily. "Real witches. I know a witch called Bonnie Bennett. We are good friends."

"I've known about witches since like forever," Elena said, "But I've never got to meet one. The ones I met more like occultists and psychics to me."

"Bonnie practices magic," Damon explained, "She was naturally born as a witch. She had been my ally on many cases."

"Is she a vampire too?"

"No, a witch cannot become a vampire," Damon shook his head. "It's either vampire or witch. Never both."

"Why?"

"Vampires are destruction of nature…witches are servants of it."

"I understand…Do you trust her?"

"I don't say the word trust," Damon objected, "But as I told you, we were allies more than once."

"Okay then, I think I could use some help…"

Damon immediately sent a text to Bonnie, and the latter replied less than five minutes later.

"She'll be here in an hour," He announced as Elena waited patiently, still curled up against his chest. After a few hesitation, he decided to wrap his arms around her, enjoying having a warm body next to him.

She seemed surprised by this gesture but she let herself feel comforted by his safe arms. She didn't know what was it about this man that made her feel both safe and scared. Sometimes it was almost magical, like these moments were written for them.

The same thoughts were going through Damon's mind. He was growing attached to the girl in his arms, more than he had ever planned. He swore to kill anyone who intended to harm her. She was his girl, and no one could hurt her. He wouldn't allow it.

He never thought that he could like a human again. For the past hundred and forty five years, the only tie he had to humanity was their blood and sex. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Tell me about you," Elena said suddenly as she looked up to lock her eyes with his. "I want to know about you. And about you being a vampire…"

Damon cleared his throat, but he looked down at her. "Yeah, I guess I can," He mumbled. "Well, I was born in 1842, here in Mystic Falls. Where we are now was a large estate, even larger than this one. This room was one of the maid's quarters."

"You had maids?"

"Oh, very much," Damon grinned at her expression. "They cleaned, cooked, and helped the women get into the gowns…"

"What did your mother do, then?"

"My mother died when I was ten," Damon stated sadly. His mother was the one person he missed most even after 145 years. "There were no cures for most of the diseases."

"I'm so sorry," Elena replied honestly, "I didn't know."

"It's okay," Damon cleared his throat again. "She was a good person. She reminds me of you, in a twisted way. She was stubborn and determined like you are, but from the inside, she was just a woman that felt lost and troubled. My father left us alone with her many times during the month. Since we were rich, our father was always into something so my mom was usually left alone with me and my brother who is five years younger than I am."

"What happened to your brother?"

"My brother and I have a complicated relationship, Elena," Damon sighed. "It's a very long story."

He didn't want to tell her about Katherine yet. He felt hate for that woman. It had been about two months ago that he freed her, and she had told him that she wanted Stefan. Damon assumed that Stefan is doing only God-knows-what with her so he stopped calling Stefan, using Andie as a replacement. But on the other hand, he was thankful. Otherwise only God knows where Elena would be right at this very moment.

"I'll tell you someday," Damon said standing up, "But Bonnie will be here soon. Oh, and I think I'd better buy you some real clothing," He added, throwing a glance at the small, thin clothing Elena was wearing.

He offered her his arm and she took it as he helped her up. Brushing his hair slightly, they went downstairs waiting for Bonnie.

Bonnie arrived a few minutes later and Elena tensed up at first, eager to learn more about her. Damon sensed this and squeezed her arm comfortingly.

"Damon," Bonnie said as Damon opened the door to greet her. "It's been a while since I saw you. How are you doing?"

He knew that she was talking about Katherine. "I'm better," He sighed.

"Good," She reached out to hug her friend. It was amazing that they remained friends. Damon had once saved her from a car accident and they remained good friends ever since.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Bonnie, there is someone I'd like you to meet," He said, and Elena slowly walked out, looking shyly at Bonnie. Bonnie gasped, her face turning to Damon, begging for answers.

Damon gave her a look that meant "don't panic".

"Bonnie, this is Elena Gilbert," He introduced her. "Elena, this is my friend Bonnie."

Elena managed to squeak a small hello and Bonnie tried to smile, but she had too much questions going on.

"I need a minute with Bonnie, Elena," He told her, "I have to explain to her what she needs to do."

When they entered the kitchen, Bonnie let out the loud gasp she had been holding. "Is that…?"

"No, she's not Katherine, she's a doppelganger," Damon explained, "Shh. She doesn't know about it yet."

"Damon, what are you planning?" Bonnie's voice was heightening with worry. "I told you that I wouldn't tolerate any more killings in this town. She's just a girl, Damon, you can't…"

"Shh, pause for a bit," Damon grinned. "First of all, I am not using the girl or hurting her, Bonnie. Do you really think that low of me? That I would hurt a child?"

"She's not just a girl, Damon," Bonnie reminded him. "She happens to be the exact image of your ex-girlfriend."

"I know that," Damon groaned, biting his lip. "Just hear me out. Elena is definitely more than human."

Bonnie's eyes widened, and without giving her a chance to breathe, Damon started endlessly talking about everything that had been going on.

"A memory spell," Bonnie suddenly remembered. "I can help her."

"Is the spell safe to use?" Damon asked with concern.

"Yes. There are no fatal risks."

"Do you think you can perform it now?"

"If she wants to, yes."

Before they left, though, Bonnie turned to Damon. "Damon, Elena seems oddly familiar to me. Is she from around here?"

"Only when she was a little girl though," Damon replied. "But I thought about it too. It's like I've seen her before, Bon. And it's not just because she looks like Katherine. I believe I've seen her somewhere before."

"Could be," Bonnie sighed. "The world's a small place."

When they were ready Bonnie walked next to Elena, and Elena felt tensed.

"Hello, Elena. My name is Bonnie, I am seventeen years old," She introduced herself. "I think I can help you."

"How?"

"There is a memory spell I can use to help you remember what you need to remember that particular night. If you want to, we can do it now."

"Oh please, yes!" She begged.

"Very well then," Bonnie continued. "I'm going to need some of your blood."

Elena immediately took a knife and made a small cut in her finger. Both Bonnie or Damon failed to notice that she didn't even wince.

Mixing the ingredients she already had with Elena's blood, Bonnie grabbed Elena's hand and started to chant in Latin. Elena instinctively closed her eyes, but all she could see were dim colours fading.

"Focus on the parts you remember that night," Bonnie kept telling her.

And that was what Elena did.

"God why isn't this working!" Elena exclaimed after hours of endless practicing. It was no use. The spell wasn't working.

"It never happened before," Bonnie continued to say angrily. "I'm so sorry, Elena."

She was standing impatiently and then Bonnie's eyes came to Elena's neck. "What is that necklace you are wearing?"

"It was my mom's."

"Elena, that is the symbol of real witchcraft!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Magic. Those necklaces are very rare. Almost every witch wants to get her hands on them. There are four types of these necklaces. If a witch finds them all, she'll have power no one will never have."

"What are you saying then, that my mom was a witch?" Elena gasped, holding the necklace tighter.

"It doesn't necessary mean that it was hers," Bonnie said, shaking her head. "Maybe she was protecting it. Maybe she was protecting you. Tell me, Elena, did you ever find the necklace helpful?"

"Yes. Once I shoved it at a man's face. It burnt him in a mere second. It was an instinct to do it."

"It's magical if it is in the hands of someone with magical powers," Bonnie explained. "That necklace is dangerous, but if it got passed down to you you can't let it go. It would make the situation worse if you give up such an important necklace. Keep it on you at all times."

She stood up. "I will do my research. I'll try to help you do another spell. I can't understand why it didn't work, Elena. But there must be something I can do."

"Thank you," Elena said honestly.

Bonnie nodded. "I have to go, Damon. If I find something I'll call you."

"That didn't help much," Damon said as he threw the phone back on the table. He had ordered a pizza for Elena and now they were both sitting around the table.

"I can't understand. What if my mom really was a witch?"

"I don't know, Elena," He said honestly. "But if she is, then you must've obviously inherited some of her magic."

"The irony is that the only time I've ever seen that necklace was that night when she gave it to me after she dropped me to Jenna. It wasn't a necklace that she liked to wear and gave it to me. It was a necklace that I had never seen before."

"I think we should just hold on to it for now," Damon sighed softly. "It's the best idea I could think of. Just don't lose it."

Fifteen minutes later the pizza delivery guy came and Damon handed him the money, serving Elena the pizza.

"I'm not going to eat all that!" Elena stated as she saw the giant barbecued chicken pizza.

"Hmm, we can always share," Damon smiled. "I take food too. It reduces the appetite for blood."

They ate in silence until Damon spoke up.

"I know other witches around, Elena. We'll arrange this, okay?"

"I hope so…"

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