AN: Hello people, this update kinda got away from me. If it reads choppy, sorry. I had a really hard time with this chapter, hence the long wait. I don't know what's wrong with me, my writing seems to be off and it's been like this for the past month or so. Well anyway, enough of that.

ENJOY!

Damon smiled when he heard Bonnie leave her bedroom and cross the hallway over to his. He quickly shut his eyes closed when the door lightly opened and then shut just as quietly a second later. He even heard her tiptoe over to his bed and felt the covers being lifted as she climbed under the sheets and then on top of him.

She began kissing his lips, running her hands over his bare chest. "I know you can't be asleep…it's not even eleven thirty." She whispered softly against his lips.

Bonnie had to wait until she was sure that Jamie was sound asleep before even thinking about coming into Damon's room.

"Come on Damon, stop playing around." She somewhat demanded, wanting his dick so badly she was already wet with anticipation.

She sat up on him, straddling his body between her knees and pulled off her night shirt, completely naked underneath.

Damon stopped playing possum, having felt her wet pussy against his lower stomach and grabbed Bonnie by her slender hips, and supporting her back; he flipped their positions with her now lying beneath him between her warm , firm thighs.

Bonnie yelped in surprise before breaking out into a nervous giggle. Damon was so strong.

She moved the hair from her mouth just as he was leaning down to kiss her eager lips. She lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against him, so desperate to have him inside of her.

It was safe to say that Damon Salvatore had created a little monster. To put it not so mildly… Bonnie couldn't get enough of his dick.

Damon felt used, like he was nothing but a piece of meat to her…and he fucking loved it!

He smoothly entered her tight warmth and Bonnie gasped…in pleasure… which was music to the vampire's ears.

It had been a slow process getting her delicate body to this point…but it was so worth it as he sank fully into her, filling Bonnie to the hilt.

Being inside of her felt so fucking amazing; Damon still couldn't get over how tight she was. More than once in the throws of passion he would whisper to Bonnie how good her pussy was, but she never paid him any attention because she was so wrapped up in her own pleasure. It was a small miracle that Damon even let Bonnie leave his bed.

Because there was a time in Damon Salvatore's life that he would have chained her naked ass to the bed and kept her there for his pleasure. No joke.

It was funny how Damon couldn't see how being in love with Bonnie was changing him.

The old Damon Salvatore who didn't give a damn about nothing and nobody would have fucked the hell out of Bonnie regardless of the fact that it was painful for her. But because he loved her, the vampire took his time in slowly breaking her body in.

Once a week for about a month, he would penetrate her, getting her body used to his.

The second time they made love had been two weeks after Bonnie lost her virginity. It was still painful for her, but it was a bearable pain and Damon was able to finish.

He gave her body a chance to recuperate and the following week they tried it again and Damon notice it didn't take as long to fully enter her tightness this time around, but still Bonnie was experiencing discomfort; but again, it was bearable. She wasn't getting any pleasure from being penetrated by his member and would only come when he used his fingers and or mouth on her.

Sometime after that, when they made love again, Bonnie didn't hiss in discomfort, but nor did she moan with pleasure.

But the girl would gladly take this "neutral feeling" over the sharp, burning sensation she experienced the first time they'd been together.

She didn't mind just lying there and letting Damon do his business on top of her. She could deal with this Bonnie thought to herself.

But now that her body had gotten used to him being inside of her, there was no way in hell Damon was going to allow Bonnie to just lie there underneath him like some beautiful, lifeless blow up doll.

Because when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, Damon Salvatore was about that life.

Kama Sutra what? He had moves of his own.

And Damon laid it on Bonnie. Fucking her for the first time. Because up until then they'd made love.

Bonnie now knew there was a major difference between the two.

And when Damon fucked her, Bonnie had no choice but to throw them legs up in the air.

But of course, he only gave her a fraction of what he was really working with between the sheets. He was still mindful of her age and the fact that she was still new to all this. Damon didn't want to completely blow her mind, at least not yet.

Bonnie didn't know that having sex could feel this good. It was even better than having her pussy licked, and she stupidly thought nothing could feel as good as that, but she was wrong.

Dead wrong.

She moaned beneath him now and moved her body. Bonnie couldn't keep still if she wanted to.

Shit! It was the most incredible feeling. She was addicted to it.

And thus Damon's little monster was born.

The sated blue eyed vamp lay on the same pillow as the young woman he loved and watched her sleep. He traced a light finger over her arched brows, down her nose and the outline of her lips. Not once did the exhausted girl stir from her sleep, having been kept up most of the night because Damon couldn't leave her alone.

She had such pretty, soft skin and it was so warm, the vampire thought to himself as he stared at her lying so peacefully beside him.

She was so beautiful.

Damon moved closer to Bonnie, inhaling her warm, sweet breath as she softly exhaled with her mouth slightly parted. He moved the hair from her cheek, gently tucking it behind her ear. And not being able to help himself, the raven haired vamp kissed her mouth, tugging gently on her bottom lip before letting go and once again firmly pressing his mouth to hers, wanting to wake her up.

"You have to let me sleep Damon." She said tiredly, not opening her eyes.

He smiled, kissing her cheek before getting up from the bed and grabbing his sketchbook.

He would draw her lying there looking all sexily ruffled and beautiful, tangled up in his sheets.

Bonnie slept through the entire morning. She didn't crack open her eyes until two in the afternoon. The girl licked her dry lips as she sat up in bed, holding the covers against her naked breasts, and looked around the room.

Even though she'd slept most of the day, she still felt tired like she'd only gotten a couple of hours sleep. Being with Damon sometimes left her feeling drained, but it was so worth it. Oh man, was it ever worth it!

Bonnie just sat there not fully awake, looking around Damon's bedroom. She could feel the tenderness between her legs. It didn't necessarily hurt, but she could feel it all the same. Big dick fucker.

Bonnie moved the covers back and opened her legs looking down at herself. She was a little puffy, not to mention sticky and she could smell the sex on herself, as well as in the sheets.

The girl finally got out of bed and gingerly walked across the room to grab her night shirt from off the floor. Damn, she'd thrown it really far.

But Bonnie paused in getting the night shirt when she saw her naked reflection in the full length mirror.

Her body looked like a road map to all the places Damon had touched her last night. His hand prints were practically everywhere, covering her breasts, the sides of her stomach, hips, and outer thighs.

She bent down and picked up the night shirt, putting it on and walked back to the bed and began to strip the sheets, so that she could wash them because she didn't feel comfortable leaving them for Trudy to wash when she in came tomorrow.

But first, she needed to shower and put on some clothes.

Now that she was fresh and clean, Bonnie got to work on the bed linen, taking them to the laundry room to be washed.

She couldn't believe that she'd slept most of the day away.

But it was okay because it was Saturday, but still, most of the day was gone. So that's why she just threw on a green hoodie, her favorite pair of worn Levi's, and her classic tall, chestnut Uggs and pulled her hair up into a messy bun.

Yeah, it was one of those days.

Stefan Salvatore leaned against the door of the laundry room and watched as the girl stuffed the sheets into the washing machine. He could smell the scent of sex coming from them and was going to make a wise crack but decided against it, not wanting to get punched in the face.

"Well, look who decided to get out of bed." He said, shamelessly admiring her backside in those Levi's.

"Did sleeping beauty enjoy her long rest?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes, not turning around but grabbing a scoop of Tide out of the box. "You're one to talk… I bet you're just getting up yourself, so please don't even front, forehead."

He laughed at that. "True, but I still got up before you did, Ms. Kim Kardashian...so did you and Kanye have a fun night because it sure sounded like it?"

Bonnie blushed in spite of herself as she turned on the machine, but ignored the question. "Where's everyone?"

The house was abnormally quiet.

Stefan sighed, accepting her deflection.

"Damon took Jamie to get his hair cut, which I thought you were supposed to do…and Lexi left a few hours ago, to do I don't know what."

Shit, Bonnie thought.

"Don't worry about it, Damon didn't seem to mind taking him. Besides, if he did, I'm sure you'll know how to make it up to him."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him, her lips thinning, having had enough of Stefan. "Don't you have something to do or somewhere to be?"

He looked bored. "Unfortunately for you…no, on both counts."

Bonnie sighed in exasperation. "Whatever. I'm going to get something to eat, excuse me." She said, walking past him.

Stefan followed.

The vampire watched as she grabbed the leftover stuffed peppers from last night's dinner out of the refrigerator and heated two up in the microwave.

"You eat like a boy." He observed, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Come again?" She said, grabbing a slim bottle of Turkey Hill lemonade tea from the fridge.

"I've noticed that you don't starve yourself like most pretty girls do…you like to eat…a lot, which is surprising considering your small size. You're like a freak of nature. You're weird."

Bonnie was silent as she just looked at him like he had two heads.

But he continued, unfazed. "You're like a fat girl trapped in a tiny girl's body."

Was this fool serious?

The microwave beeped, saving her from having to respond. She grabbed her plate and put it down next to her drink and got a clean fork from the drawer and began to eat, standing up at the kitchen island with Stefan sitting across from her perched on a stool.

The kitchen was quiet while Bonnie ate, the girl preferring the silence over Stefan's nonsense.

But unfortunately, it didn't last long. "Damn girl, by the way you're scoffing down that food, Damon must have fucked the hell out of you last night."

Bonnie liked to have choked on her food. "Stefan!" She yelled, after wiping her mouth with a paper napkin.

"What?" His green eyes widening, raising his hands up in innocence.

"Are you serious…I can't believe you just said that to me?!"

"Why?"

"Because…people don't say things like that out in the open!"

"Well, I do."

"Well, stop!"

"Why are you so uptight, Bonnie…it's just sex?"

"No it's not. It's more than that…and it's private." She rolled her eyes, going back to her food. "Damn, what are you anyway, ten?"

The vampire smirked. "No. Actually, I'm one hundred and seventy one, but who's counting." He said, reaching over and pinching off a small piece of the green pepper on her plate.

Bonnie smacked his hand, hard. "Hey, I don't know where your hands have been?!"

He shrugged. "Don't worry about it…you can't catch anything from me." He said, chewing with his mouth open.

Bonnie raised her brow. "Oh yeah, and what makes you so special?"

Stefan looked at her for a long moment and then shook his head. "Nah, you're not ready."

The girl gave him a weird look and then snorted, shaking her head at his weirdness. "Okay Stef, whatever you say."

When Damon came home later on that afternoon, he walked in to find Stefan sitting on the floor between Bonnie's legs while she sat on the sofa braiding his hair.

"What's this?" He asked, coming into the room and stopping by Bonnie's side, leaning her head back and kissing her lips.

The girl quickly jerked back. "Damon!"

"Don't worry… I dropped Jamie off at the library."

"Oh." She said, moving back forward and kissing his mouth.

Stefan cleared his throat. "Um excuse me, I'm still here."

"Yeah, we know." Damon said, against Bonnie's lips, making her laugh and she finally pulled away from him.

"Hey, what are you doing, woman…come back here. I'm not finished with you yet." He said, taking her chin between his fingers and bringing her pretty face back to his.

The girl used her free hand to push him back. "Damon, I'm trying to braid Stefan's hair."

He finally got the message, letting her go, taking off his leather jacket. "And why's that?"

Bonnie made a face like she knew it was ridiculous too. "He said that he wanted to see how he'd look in cornrows."

"So my next question is why in the hell are you indulging him?" Damon wanted to know.

"Hey, could you two please stop talking as if I'm not in the room!" Stefan complained.

She sighed, ignoring the vampire between her knees. "Because I didn't have anything better to do." She admitted, truthfully.

"Well, you do now." He said suddenly picking her up and carrying her fireman style over his shoulder.

She yelped in surprise, but once she got her bearings Bonnie smacked his butt. "Damon, what about Stefan?" She giggled.

The older Salvatore stopped and turned to look down at his brother and then smirked. "Don't worry about it, he's good."

Stefan smiled sarcastically as he flipped off his big brother who chuckled in response as he walked away with his prize.

Damon took Bonnie up to his room and shut the door with his foot before locking it and then walked over to the bed, dropping Bonnie down onto the mattress.

He immediately began to pull off his shirt, giving her that I'm about to fuck you senseless look and Bonnie tried to scamper off the bed as fast as she could, running for her life.

But Damon was quick, capturing one Uggs covered foot in his hand and pulling her back to the center of the bed. She screamed playfully as he climbed on top of her.

"I've got you now, woman… you ain't going nowhere…you're trapped!" He teased.

Bonnie laughed, struggling half-heartedly as he tried to kiss her. "Help… abuse…vagina abuse!"

Damon chuckled in spite of himself. Bonnie could be so silly at times.

He leaned down to kiss her, but Bonnie turned her head at the last second and he got the side of her mouth.

"It's too soon, huh?" He asked, looking down at her in amusement.

The out of breath girl settled down, nodding her head while exhaling loudly. "I like being able to walk."

The handsome vampire lowered his eyes from hers and Bonnie couldn't believe it, did she just make Damon Salvatore blush?

"But you enjoyed last night, right?" He asked, like he was uncertain. That maybe he'd been a little overwhelming for her.

Bonnie touched his face, making him look at her. "Every second of it."

He turned his face into her hand, kissing it and then rested his head against hers. Damon remembered how things had been with Emily. He was a new vampire when they rekindled their relationship and at the time, he hadn't learned how to control his urges and she had suffered needlessly because of it.

But over the years he'd gained self-control and learned how to be with a woman without it being so physically draining on her body, but with Bonnie, Damon found that every time he was with her, he felt that control slowing slipping away. Like last night, he couldn't seem to get enough of her and had fucked her for hours until she literally told him enough.

For the first time, Damon admitted to himself that he was indeed obsessed with her. Bonnie was in his blood and there was no way that he could ever give her up now. She was his.

The following Friday, Bonnie was walking into the supermarket headed straight for the brownie mix aisle. She was in the mood for something sweet after having dropped Jamie off at a friend's house for the weekend.

It looked like her and Damon would be having the house all to themselves because Stefan also had plans for tonight. He'd been going out a lot lately now that Lexi was gone. She'd left Mystic Falls over a week ago, heading back to New York. She and Stefan had gotten into a huge argument and she stormed upstairs and packed her shit and left.

Bonnie could barely contain herself when she got home from school that day and found out what happened. It was such a relief that the bitch was gone! Bonnie felt calmness settle over her. For weeks she'd been feeling on edge and jumpy. Lexi made her feel uncomfortable in her own home but Bonnie never told Damon how she felt, not wanting to create anymore tension in the house.

But now all of that was over with and Bonnie felt light and happy…she felt safe.

She was in such a good mood that she made a big dinner with dessert that evening and everyone sort of sighed in relief, including Stefan who needed a break from his best friend because her jealousy of Bonnie was wearing on their friendship, so it was best that she left when she did.

Bonnie had been in such a good mood that she surprised Damon later on that night by coming into his room. He'd just gotten out the shower when he found himself being roughly pushed against the wall by an aggressive Bonnie who remained silent as she ripped the towel from around his waist and threw it to the floor before sliding down in front of him and taking him into her mouth.

It was the sexiest thing she'd ever done to him.

Her blowjobs had come a long way since the first time she tried to give him one. And like in everything else, Damon taught Bonnie how to give him fellatio and the girl was more than eager to learn because she loved him so much and wanted to give the same mind-blowing pleasure to him that he was always lavishing on her.

And that night, little Bonnie Bennett literally brought Damon Salvatore to his fucking knees.

She sucked his dick so good that she made him weak.

Damon couldn't even fuck her afterwards.

So he ate the hell out of her pussy until he was able to get it up.

He'd taught her well.

Bonnie couldn't decide whether to get the brownie mix with or without the walnuts and it really was a dilemma because Jamie hated walnuts but since he wouldn't be there tonight she now had a choice to make.

And after standing there for five minutes Bonnie made up her mind and went with the nuts, wanting the crunchy texture. She was reaching for the box when this little old lady came up to her.

Bonnie smiled politely at her, admiring her beautiful mahogany skin. The woman looked to be in her early seventies. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back neatly into a bun and her sweet face was full of winkles but she had big dark eyes that looked surprisingly clear and youthful as Bonnie stared into them.

The lady grabbed Bonnie's arm in an alarming manner, catching the young girl off guard. She was standing so close to Bonnie that the girl could smell the light scent of Lilac fragrance powder and Bengay wafting from her frail looking body.

Bonnie's brows furrowed in concern, about to asked the older woman if something was wrong but was halted from doing so when the lady spoke.

"You're surrounded by demons…I see them all around you!" She hissed.

Bonnie's eyes widened at this, several thoughts going through her mind, one of them being that the old lady was crazy. She didn't want to upset the woman any more than she already was so she tried to smile and patted the older lady's gloved hand.

"Ma'am did you come here with someone or are you by yourself?" The teenager asked kindly.

She broke eye contact and scanned the store for the security guard, having seen him when she first walked in. She needed to get this woman some help. She probably walked away from her nursing home and they were out looking for her now.

But the woman jerked Bonnie's arm to gain her attention, her grip tightening around her wrist.

The tight smile dropped from Bonnie's pretty face as she realized that this was a potentially dangerous situation and she tried to pull away from the woman but she was shockingly strong for someone so fragile looking.

"Hey, let go of me…what are you doing?!" Bonnie yelled, trying to pull away.

But the woman held firm to her arm. "Please listen to me…they're all around you!"

Bonnie pulled away so forcefully from the woman that she staggered backwards once free of her strong grip.

"Are you crazy?!" She shouted, holding her arm to her chest, looking at the lady with wide eyes.

The woman shook her head sadly. "No chile, I'm not crazy…but I can see what others cannot."

Bonnie swallowed hard.

The woman sighed, looking weary from age. "I didn't mean to frighten you, but you looked so nice standing there and all I could see was those blood thirsty demons all around you…I had to say something."

She turned away from the silent, stunned girl but then stopped and turned back. "I'm sorry for grabbing you like that, baby." And then she turned back around.

Bonnie watched as the old woman walked away, her heart pounding so fast inside her chest as she stood there unable to move, not believing that just happened. She felt like she'd been punked.

When she got into her car, Bonnie tried to calm down. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. It was so crazy. She took a deep breath and started the car, trying to dismiss the whole ordeal from her mind.

Bonnie turned off the stove and pulled the delicious smelling brownies out of the oven and placed them on the counter to cool before cutting into them. She went to the refrigerator to grab the ice cream out the freezer to sit on the countertop to soften when all of a sudden the lights went out.

"Shit!" Bonnie cussed, looking around the now darkened kitchen.

Thankfully it was still enough light outside so she was able to see, but that wouldn't last long.

The same thing had happened on New Year's Day and Damon went down into the basement and flipped some switch on the electrical box and the lights came back on.

Not once since living there had Bonnie been down there, but it looked like she would be going today because she didn't know how long Damon would be gone and she didn't want to be sitting in the dark until he came home.

So Bonnie grabbed the emergency flashlight out of the drawer and walked out of the kitchen.

The somewhat freaked out girl took a deep breath as she opened the door to the basement and turned on the light switch on the side wall so that she'd know when the lights came on. With that done, she then switched on the flashlight and shined it down the steep stairs and carefully made her way down into the basement.

It was so fucking creepy.

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about all the scary movies she'd seen over the years where people got hacked up by a serial killer in a mask wielding a chainsaw.

Bonnie shined the light all around the deathly quiet room and sighed in relief when she spotted the electrical box on the far left wall and she quickly made her way over. She really had to hand it to Damon because not only did he keep a clean house but his basement was fucking spotless as well.

She opened the box, shining the flashlight on the panel and bit her bottom lip when she saw all the levers, not knowing which circuit breaker was for the entire house but then she saw that one lone lever located at the very bottom of the panel and figured what the hell.

Bonnie switched the lever off and on and screamed with delight when the basement light came on.

"See, that wasn't so hard." She told herself, turning off the flashlight.

She made her way back to the stairs when her eye caught the doorway on the other side of the basement.

What the hell?

Was there a connecting room to the basement? Apparently.

Being nosey as hell Bonnie changed direction and walked towards the door and turned the nob, pushing it open. It was dark, but the light from the basement cast a shadow on the light switch to the wall on her left and she turned on the light and saw that it wasn't a connecting room but a cellar.

Damon never told her that he had a cellar.

Bonnie descended the stairs and came across what looked to be a storage area with all kinds of old furniture and boxes everywhere. Hell, there was even a working freezer in the far corner because she could see the red power light at the bottom from where she stood.

So this was where Damon kept his mess. Though to be honest, it wasn't necessarily messy, it was just a lot of miscellaneous shit stored down here.

A gorgeous hand crafted dark wood chest caught Bonnie's eye and the girl walked over, laying down the flashlight on a cardboard box next to her. She squatted down, running her hand over the top. It had a thin layer of dust on it and she wiped her hand on the side of her jeans.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she lifted the iron handle and pulled the top up and found that it was full of books, really old books. She picked one up, opening the cover and saw that it was Moby Dick. Of course because the book was so old the pages were stained a brownish yellow but that's not what caught her eye, it was the script. It was so elegant, nothing like she'd ever seen before.

Damn, this book must have belonged to one of Damon's ancestors.

She put it back exactly like she found it, closing the chest and standing to her feet. She grabbed the flashlight from the box and still being hella nosey opened said box and found more books.

But wait, no, these looked to be photo albums.

Bonnie smiled, thinking she was about to see old baby pictures of Damon, but she frowned in disappointment when she saw that it was just a book of old newspaper clippings.

She slowly flipped through the album barely glancing at the articles.

But she did see that the articles were from the Mystic Falls Daily and just like with the Moby Dick book, the script on these newspaper clippings were really old fashioned. Bonnie scanned the fine print looking for a date and gasped slightly when she saw that the articles were published around the Civil War.

Wow, how interesting, Bonnie thought to herself as she continued to flip through the pages.

Then one article did grab the girl's attention.

The title read No Funeral for Hometown Boy Killed in New Orleans and Bonnie began to read the article and gasped when the deceased was named Stefan Salvatore. He'd been killed while visiting New Orleans, but his body had mysteriously disappeared from the local morgue the day after his death, so there would be no homecoming funeral for the twenty-two year old that was survived by his father Giuseppe Salvatore and his older brother Damon Salvatore.

The girl swallowed hard, a shiver running down her spine.

How was this even possible?

But then Bonnie's rational thinking kicked in, easing her mind and calming her down considerably.

It was simple.

The Salvatore's in this news article were clearly Damon's and Stefan's ancestors that the two brothers had been named after.

Bonnie closed the book and placed it back inside the box, deciding it was time to go back upstairs. She stood to her feet, grabbing the flashlight and carefully maneuvered her way through the cluttered cellar back to the staircase.

Bonnie laughed lightly when Damon picked her up bridal style and carried her out of the living room.

It was midnight and they'd just finished stuffing their faces with brownies and watching two really good movies on Netflix, but now it was time for bed, though they wouldn't be going to sleep for hours.

Damon purposefully hadn't touched Bonnie in days because he planned on wearing her out tonight and she would have the rest of the weekend to recuperate.

He laid Bonnie on his bed, covering her small body with his.

"I have every intention of making you scream tonight." He said, kissing her exposed clavicle.

Bonnie smiled. "Is that so?"

"Yes." He said, kissing his way down her body.

He unfastened her jeans, pulling them off. "You ready for me…because I plan on keeping you up all night?" He said smirking as he rubbed his big hands along her smooth caramel legs.

She placed her small, pretty feet on his chest. "Ninja, you don't scare nobody."

He brought her right foot to his mouth and kissed it. "Is that so?"

"Hell yeah, it's so." She said, yanking her foot from his grasp and using it to shove him in the chest. "…now whip it out and show me what you're working with, mighty Thor."

Damon looked at her and then laughed. This whole new side of Bonnie was emerging right before his eyes and he loved it.

He flipped Bonnie onto her stomach, smacking her little plump butt that looked so fucking gorgeous in those tiny black lace panties he'd brought for her at Victoria's Secret.

"Bad girl…very, very bad."

Weeks later Bonnie was watching TV when a commercial for finding your ancestors came on and it immediately made her think about Damon's family tree. She picked up the remote control and turned the television off, getting up from the sofa and going upstairs to her room.

She closed her bedroom door before going over to her desk, sitting down in front of her laptop.

She went to the website and signed up for the 14-day free trial and then rolled her eyes when she discovered that she would need a credit in order to use the free trial. There was always a fucking catch. But it was okay, she would just cancel the subscription once she found out what she needed to know.

Minutes later she was finally able to log into the site and typed in Giuseppe Salvatore, Mystic Falls and a 1860's census came up and sure enough he had two sons, Damon and Stefan Salvatore who were two years apart. Wow, they were two years apart just like her Damon and Stefan. But a frown crossed Bonnie's features when she saw that they died within a month of each other.

No, that couldn't be right.

Damon Salvatore had to have lived in order to have children and continue the family's line.

Bonnie typed in Damon Salvatore and only one record came up for a death certificate and it matched the date on the census. She then typed in Stefan's name and another death certificate came up matching the exact date on the census and in the newspaper clipping she'd found.

What the hell?

Why weren't her Damon and Stefan showing up on this website? There was not one single record of either of them, not even a birth certificate. It was like they didn't exist. If this thing was correct then that meant Giuseppe Salvatore's line stopped at his two sons who died in 1865, but that wasn't possible.

It couldn't be, otherwise how were Damon and Stefan alive today? He'd told her that both he and Stefan had been born in Mystic Falls but that they're parents had moved away right after Stefan was born.

It didn't make any sense.

Tomorrow, she would go down to City Hall because if Damon and Stefan were born in Mystic Falls the records of their births would be there in the Registry.

Bonnie didn't know why this was so important to her, but she just needed to know.

The City clerk led her to the room were all the records were kept.

"What decade?"

Bonnie did quick mental math. Damon was twenty four, so he was born in 1990.

"The 90's please."

"Okay, have a seat and I'll be back in a moment."

"Thank you." Bonnie said, walking over to one of the small tables.

He came back a few minutes later and placed a large, thick book in front of her. "Here you are…and please be very delicate as you turn the pages because they tear so easily."

Bonnie nodded her head.

He left her alone and Bonnie took a deep breath as she opened the book.

Her finger slowly slid down all the list of names of babies born in Mystic Falls in 1990-91 and there was no Damon Salvatore. She then went through the 1992-93 births and there was no Stefan Salvatore listed either.

Bonnie closed the book, swallowing hard.