And here's the final chapter!
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October, 2498 (Future)
The young woman watched the dark haired man closely.
She had been doing so for days now, unnoticed in the shadows of the city.
She did not want to get close until she was sure.
Absolutely positive.
And now, she was.
Damon was late.
Not that anyone would point this fact out.
After all, he was the boss.
CEO of Aurelia Enterprise, a company he'd built straight out of college, which, thanks to his hard work, had developed into an international trade center for micro coded software.
He had surprised himself and his adopted parents, with his success.
Strangely, it was as if he had been born to be a leader.
Damon's car finally reached it's destination, coming to a stop.
The doors lifted, allowing him to climb out, and closed again, once he was free.
Tapping the voice activation screen on the window, he commanded the machine to park.
It's internal computer had already been downloaded with the location of his VIP parking garage.
Satisfied as it pulled off the curb, Damon looked up at his building.
It was one of the taller towers in the city, certainly the newest.
The company name stretched across the top, large enough to be seen for miles by any form of transportation.
Aurelia.
He'd chosen the name in honor of the site his building had broken ground on.
Apparently, some thousand years ago, it had been the location of a castle, it's ruins left in monument, until the development of the city had started.
The details were foggy, but the kingdom's name had stuck with him.
It had taken time, a lot of it, but she had flourished.
Aurelia now stood at twelve stories, his top floor office over looking the city.
As he approached the front glass doors, they slid open.
The lobby awaiting him was clean, pristine.
One of his secretaries spotted him immediately, and rushed over.
"Mr. Salvatore! You had a visitor come by minutes ago. A young woman. She insisted that she would not need an appointment."
Damon frowned.
He knew lots of young women.
But none who he was expecting in his office today.
"Is she still here?" He inquired, as the secretary handed him a cup of coffee.
"Yes, sir. I sent her up to the waiting room outside your office."
He nodded, reaching the elevator, "Very well."
Damon wasn't sure what he was expecting to find as he reached his floor and the doors opened.
But he had not imagined to find an empty waiting room.
His office door was cracked slightly.
His discomfort grew.
Why would the guest enter his office?
A little annoyed, he crossed the room in easy strides and pulled open the door.
She was standing by his glass wall, looking down upon the sprawling city below.
Thick dark waves cascaded down her back, onto the tight red dress she wore that ended just above her knees.
Black heels were on her feet, and a black jacket laid across one of her toned arms.
She was beautiful.
Damon cleared his throat, and saw her inhale slowly.
As if she had been waiting for this moment.
Hesitantly, she turned.
Her face was even more beautiful than her body.
Dark skin, high cheekbones, and lashes that went on for miles surrounding chocolate irises.
A fancy jewel adorned her throat, a ruby, he thought, hanging loose on a gold chain.
And for whatever reason, it all seemed very familiar.
"Damon," she breathed.
Her voice melted him, absolutely melted him as it called to something deep...something that squeezed his chest.
He swallowed, "That would be correct..."
She walked over to him, slowly closing the distance, until they were inches apart.
Her eyes traveled over him hungrily, as if committing his every crevice to memory.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
Because, with the way she was looking at him, he needed to do something with his lips that wouldn't be considered inappropriate.
Her hand reached out, landing on his chest, and he froze.
Why did he feel like he should recognize her from somewhere?
"You did it," her musical voice was filled with amazement, "You rose Aurelia...perhaps not the way I envisioned, but you did."
He didn't understand what she meant, and why she sounded so pleased.
"Why are you here?" He tried a different question.
Her brow lifted, "Where else would I be?"
Then her arms were around his neck, and she was kissing him.
Damon reacted on instinct, pulling her hard against him, a hand knotting in her hair.
She moaned into his mouth, and fit perfectly against his body, and good lord, why did this feel so right?
He pulled away to look at her.
Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and warm eyes.
He held a goddess in his arms.
"Who are you?" He asked breathlessly.
Her smile was brilliant.
"I'm the person that's going to save you."
The woman understood his confused look.
After all, this time, it was Damon without the memories of their love.
But even so, he had succeeded.
He had fulfilled her prophecy.
It seemed so long ago that she had spoken the words.
From the ashes I will return, until such a time when Damon is king...
The time has come for the House of Petrova to rise, upon a new Aurelia...
Damon and I will tower before you from the top of her walls, her throne...
They had finally made it.
Damon would remember soon enough.
After all, the comet was only a few days away, and she had already tracked down the latest in the Bennett bloodline.
Stefan had yet to show up in Mystic.
She wondered if he even would.
Maybe he had gone mad, in his years alone.
Maybe he had truly become a killer.
Maybe he had died.
She did not know, and she might not ever, but that was alright.
Because he was not here now, and Damon stood before her.
Her dark prince.
The love of her life, in whatever life.
And in this life, they would be together, with Aurelia.
But one step at a time.
"Elena," she finally told him, smiling again, "You can call me Elena."
So that's it :)
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