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Previously:

"It's the truth, I swear!" Damon exclaimed.

Everyone looked at me. I sighed and said tightly, "Well, he's not lying..."

"Of course not," Damon scoffed. "I never lie, Max."

"Uh-huh. You just withhold information," I countered.

He shrugged. "So, what—is that a crime?" IT SHOULD BE!

"Okay, you two have got to stop this arguing," Star said, rubbing her temples. "It's giving me a headache!"

"She started it," Damon said.

"Oh, don't even go there!" I shot back.

Star interrupted us again. "This is exactly what I'm talking about!" she exclaimed. "Look, I don't know what kind of lonngg history you two have together, but do you mind elaborating on how you two are still alive?"

"Well..." I paused and looked at Damon before explaining. "Like he said, we met 1864."

(Flashback—1864 in italics)

"Welcome to my home, Miss Ride. I hope everything is to your satisfaction," Damon said, taking my hand and lightly brushing his lips against the back.

"Please, call me Max," I replied, smiling.
"So...you were a guest in his house?" Maya asked.

I nodded. "My parents had died, and Damon's father offered to take me in."

"The garden," Damon blurted.

"Hm?"

"You loved the garden," he said.

The hedges were trimmed to perfection, forming a maze in the backyard. "Come and get me, Damon!" I called, laughing as I ran. It was difficult, running in a dress; why women must wear dresses this big is beyond me...

"Don't be a tease, Max," I heard him call. I laughed and kept going, running through the twists and turns. "I'll find you, I always find you."

I smiled at the memory. "True. It was...pretty impressive."

I almost got caught up in staring at Damon's dark, blue eyes when Nudge, almost eagerly, asked, "Okay, but how did you guys become all immortal-ly?"

"Immortal-ly?" I asked, incredulously. "We're not—"

"You could be," Damon said, in a singsongy voice. "But you have to be so stubborn. Why don't you just drink it?" He turned to everyone else and explained, "I got lucky and found this Elixir that keeps us young and immune to injury and stuff." He rolled his eyes and turned back to me. "You only have to drink it once! What's the big deal?"

"Because I never asked for this life, Damon," I replied. "You're the one who brought him over."

"Whowhowho?" Nudge asked.

"Nudge, stop it. You sound like an owl," I said. At the same time, I could've sworn Fang muttered, "Another guy?"

It hurt—really, really bad.

I closed my eyes, waiting for darkness to consume me, waiting to be taken away from this pain.

"Max?" I opened my eyes to the anxious voice of Damon.

"Damon," I said with a scratchy voice, "you shouldn't be here."

"It's okay. I brought a friend."

Looking over Damon's shoulder, I spotted him. Leo, with his dark blonde hair and turquoise eyes, looking down at me in my weakest state.

I began to squirm. "He is NOT a friend! He'a anything but! How could you, Damon? Why would you bring him here?" I winced, feeling the pain increase.

"It's okay, Max. I made a deal with him." Damon ran hand through my hair in a relaxing way.

I barely felt it; the cut on my hand; Leo's blood entering my system; the entire blood exchange.

"Leo was an immortal, and if he hadn't given her his blood, she would've died." Damon told the others.

"And you couldn't just let it happen?" I asked unhappily.

"No! What's wrong with you? You know I wouldn't have been able to let you go!" Damon exclaimed.

His comment earned a few silent seconds, and then Iggy asked, "So what was the deal you made with this Leo-guy?"

I slowly turned to Damon accusingly. "Yes, Damon; what deal? The deal you neglected to tell me about in all these...148 years?"

Damon rolled his eyes once again and heaved a great sigh. "It was nothing! Leo just made his witch do a little juju on you so that in each life, you'd only remember about this immortal crap when you turned...oh, I dunno..." he trailed off.

"Witch?" Nudge exclaimed. "So they do exist! OMIGOD that is so cool! Do you think—"

"Fourteen?" I hissed, cutting her off and finishing Damon's sentence. That was why I had all those brain attacks! It wasn't the Voice! I whirled back around to face Damon. "You took my memories away? Is that why I only begin remembering things when I'm fourteen?"

"Max, chill," he said. "It's not like you remember nothing. Think of it as...a delay; a sudden burst ofknowledge; God, enlightening you with wisdom. I don't care. You're alive, and that's all that matters."

"I'm confused," Holden blurted out. "So, drinking the Elixir makes you immortal?"

"No," Damon and I said. I glared, and he let me have the floor. "Having an immortal's blood in your system makes you immortal. Once you take that Elixir, it guarantees you infinite strength and youth. Kind of like sealing the deal. And," I said, looking Damon directly. "I'd rather just live and die, you know, like normal people!"

"But we're not even close to being normal!" he exclaimed. "Hell, we can't even die like normal people!"

I frowned. "Okay, first of all, there is no 'We.'"

"Well, there used to be! I don't know what happened, but I do know you've missed me," Damon said, pouting at me like a child.

I let out a frustrated sound and said, "Oh, get over yourself, Damon! I did!" With that, I shoved my way past him and back into the living room, pausing at the door to our basement.

"But Max—" I heard Gazzy call from the dining room.

"Ask Damon!" I shouted. "I need some time!"

I slammed the door shut behind me as I went down the stairs into the room, heading straight for the punching bag.

I pretended to punch Damon's face, with quick Right, left, right, right, left, right jabs. Then, I did a few side-kicks to 'Damon's' ribs, imagining the satisfactory pain I could be inflicting.

Stupid *Right* Damon! *Left* And his *Right, Kick* snarky comments! *LeftRightRight, Kick*

I paused, taking a breather and steadying the bag.

I waited a few more seconds, and then...

*Kick* Punch, punch, *kick* punch, punch, punch—

The bag didn't move as I attacked, making me pause mid-kick.

Suddenly, Damon appeared behind the pinching bag, all smirk-y. Holding the bag steady, he said, "Wanna talk about it?" STUPID INVISIBLE POWERS! I mentally shouted.

"Nothing to talk about!" I replied in frustration, repeatedly kicking the bag several times in a row. Damon went "Oof" on the last kick, a roundhouse blow to the center.

"You certainly got stronger," he muttered.

I stopped and stared at him, placing a hand on my hip. "Look, why don't you just tell me what you're really doing here?"

"How about...no."

"Damon!" I protested.

"I'm serious, Max! Can't you just accept the fact that I'm here because I love you, and I don't want you to get hurt?" he said back, a little loudly.

That shut my mouth. He still loved me?

I shook my head, removing the thought from my head. "Like I said before, Damon—get over yourself! I did."

He scoffed, "Oh, you're just saying that. If you still didn't love me, you'd currently be beating me with my spine. Repeatedly."

I almost laughed. It was true, I would so be doing that.

But do I love him? I'm not so sure.

I stepped closer. "Get out of here, Damon. Before I decide to rip out your spine myself," I threatened.

He moved forward so we were barely inches apart. Speaking quietly, Damon said, "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Max." I shut my eyes, feeling a headache start up. He whispered, "Happy birthday" and when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

...Stupid immortal super-speed...

FANG POV

By now, everyone had dispersed among the house.

Me, I was still sitting at the table.

Something was bugging me, but I couldn't quite place it.

The memories Max and Damon had talked about—it made me feel as though I was there, like I was a part of that memory; almost as if I, too, shared that memory.

Almost.

But, that was impossible.

…Right?

Hmmmm...what could Fang mean by that? XD

That was crappy, I apologize. I have a hard time with putting my ideas in words, which is why I hate having to explain my OC's backgrounds. Its's awfully annoying.

AND TO VAMPIRE DIARIES/ DAMON FANS: I've decided there will be NO VAMPIRES, but instead immortals. I mean, clearly. You read this chapter, no? Lol.

I will have a plot similar to VD, but to those not familiar with Vampire Diaries, you don't need to know it. All will be explained. :)

Thank you all do much for supporting my story! :D Mucho appreciated.

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