Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries and never will, but I do own Charlene Davis and Megan Swann and any other characters I come up with.

Author's Note: Hope you love the updated version! :D

Stefan stood alone in his room now, holding the three pictures Megan had been staring at and her necklace had left in her shock and anger. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Stefan already had tried multiple times to get on the phone, but it wasn't working. It didn't stop from trying to call again. Just like the other times though, it went straight to voicemail, so Stefan left another desperate message.

"Megan. It's Stefan. I know these pictures must have confused you. But I can explain. I need to explain. So, please, when you get this call me." He hung the phone and sighed heavily.

Just then, he heard Charlene and Elena's voices behind him and he turned around to face them. Megan's best friend had her arms crossed across her chest, staring at him with a scowl on her face.

"What the hell happened?"

Stefan said nothing. Even if he couldn't explain to Megan yet, he needed to explain to Elena and Charlene. There was no use in keeping this secret any longer…

Megan screamed in shock and surprised, seeing a man on the road who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She slammed on her brakes, hoping to avoid hitting him but it was no use as she crashed into the man. The force was so hard that her entire car flipped over multiple times until it was turned upside down. She groaned in pain, her vision blurred from the hit to her head when the car flipped. Her head pounded and her vision clearly up, causing her to see that the man was now walking towards her car. Defenses up, Megan screamed again as she frantically tried to pull her seatbelt off, but it was no use! Her screaming did help as the man disappeared. Before she could sigh in relief, someone's head popped in, causing her to scream again. Then Megan saw it was Damon and to her surprise, she sighed in relief.

"Damon…"

"How ya doing in there?"

That was such a stupid question to ask, but Megan was in too much pain to even get angry at him for it. "It hurts…Damon…" she whined, tugging on her seatbelt.

"You look stuck."

That made Megan growl under her breath in annoyance. "No shit Sherlock!"

Damon rolled his eyes. "I can always just leave you here…" he said as he started to move away.

"Don't you dare leave me here!" she cried out, tugging on her seatbelt again.

"Then calm down and let me help you." Megan sighed heavily before she nodded, relenting. "I want you to put your hands on the roof." She did as she was told without any arguing. Just like that. Are you ready?" Megan gave a quick nod. "1, 2, 3." He managed to get her seatbelt undone and he pulled her out of the car.

She tried to stay on her feet, but dizziness hit her, and she nearly fell to the ground if it wasn't for Damon catching her in his arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he held her in his arms. "Can you stand? Anything broken?"

"I-I'm fine." Megan managed to say, pulling Damon's arms off her. "You…you can go now…" She tried to walk away but she tripped over her own feet and he had to catch her again. Her eyes were fluttering, so she knew she was going to pass out soon.

"Whoa, you're fading fast, Megan. Megan, look at me." Damon gripped her face in his hands, trying to get her eyes to focus on him but it was no use. "Focus. Look at me. Okay."

Megan stared at him, and he slowly went out of focus. She managed to get a couple words out before she fainted.

"I look like her…"

A couple hours later, Megan woke up and she groaned at the pain in her head. She grimaced as she rubbed her forehead. It took her a minute to notice she was inside of a car. Before she could freak out, Megan looked over next to her and there was Damon in the car with her. He glanced at her from his peripheral vision.

"Morning." He greeted.

"Where the hell are we, Damon?" Megan asked, trying to ignore her pounding headache.

"Georgia."

This made her burst out laughing, even though it hurt to do so. "Ha! Right, you're funny, Damon! We're in Georgia!" Her laughter slowly died down as she noticed the serious look on his face. "No…no…NO. We can't be Georgia! Seriously Damon, where the hell are we?!"

"Seriously, we're…in Georgia."

"You got to be kidding me!" Megan groaned in exasperation, hitting herself in the forehead, forgetting her headache when she did it. But she remembered at the sharp pain in her head as she did it.

"There's no broken bones. I checked."

She ignored him. "Where's my car, Damon? What did you do with it? And that man I hit, what happened to him and who was he?" She shot out question after question without taking a breath.

Damon didn't look at her, keeping his eyes on the road. "That's what I would like to know."

Megan felt her pocket where her phone usually was, but it wasn't there. "Oh my god, where's my phone? What did you do with it, Damon?!" She was getting angry and it showed on her phone. He wasn't answering any of her questions! "I need to go back home. No one knows where I am! And we sure as hell can't be going to Georgia! Pull over the car." He didn't listen. "Damnit Damon, pull the damn car over!" She was almost screaming, trying to get it through his thick skull.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh you were so much more fun when you were asleep."

Megan glared at him as he finally pulled the car over and she quickly got out of the car, not wanting to be in the same space as him. She must have got out too quickly because her stomach lunged, and she felt like throwing up, which was exactly what she did. Megan made a face as she wiped her mouth off. Disgusting. Suddenly, she jumped a little when Damon appeared at her side, holding onto her shoulders. She let him for a minute before she shoved his hands off her and straightened, staring at him weird. He was acting too concerned for her taste.

"I'm fine." Megan muttered, crossing her arms. She looked around for a moment, taking in the emptiness of the road. "I need to go back home."

Damon sighed. "Oh, come on. Look. We've already come so far."

"Will you stop?! This isn't funny anymore! I can't be in Georgia! I wrecked my car, and no one knows where I am! If you keep me here without my consent, that's what you would call kidnapping!" Megan exclaimed. She didn't want to be here, especially not with Damon Salvatore! The one who nearly killed her sister and turned her best friend. There was no way!

He smirked at her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?"

Megan automatically stepped back from him, so his hands dropped from her shoulders. "You think your funny, but you're not." She snapped. "Can you just listen to me and take me back home? I can't be in Georgia."

"Well, you're IN Georgia. Without your magical little necklace, I might add." He glanced at her neck briefly before meeting her eyes and giving her that smirk, the one she always wanted to smack off his smug face whenever he gave it. "I can easily make you…agreeable."

Megan felt her neck and sure enough, it was gone. Damnit. She cursed to herself. She had forgotten she left the necklace back at the boarding house. Megan stared at him in disbelief.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. It was good question. What the hell was he getting out of this?

Before he could answer her, though she almost positive that he wouldn't have anyway, a cellphone started ringing. Her cellphone, to be exact, because she recognized the ringtone.

"That's my phone!" Megan cried out in realization as he pulled it out. She tried to grab it from him, but he just tugged it back from out of her reach. She glared at him.

"Mm." Damon smirked, glancing down at the caller id. "It's your boyfriend. I'll take it." He answered the call as he put the mobile to his ear. "Megan's phone…!"

"Where is she?" Megan stiffened at the sound of Stefan's voice. "Why do you have her phone? Is she okay?"

"Megan? She's right here. And, yes, she's fine." He made it sound like he was going to look over her in that disgusting way, but he did nothing of the sort.

"Where are you? Let me speak to her."

He pulled the phone away from his ear and held it out towards her. "He wants to talk to you."

"No, thank you." Megan denied, turning away. She was still pissed off at him. There was someone she did want to talk to though. "Is Char there?" She figured she was, but she thought she would ask just in case.

Damon asked and sure enough she was, so he handed over the phone back to her, so she could talk to her best friend.

"Megan, are you okay?" Charlene asked, concerned.

"As good as I can be…did Stefan…?" she trailed off, glancing at Damon.

"Yeah." Charlene confirmed over the phone. "He explained everything…just talk to him, Megan. He'll explain everything to you too…"

She didn't say anything for a moment. "I'm too mad to talk to him now." She waited for a protest, but it never came, only a heavy sigh.

"Okay. Can you put Damon back on the phone?"

Silently, Megan handed him the cellphone back and he took it. Instantly, she heard Charlene since her best friend was loud enough.

"Now you listen to me and listen good, if you harm one single hair on my best friend, you'll have to answer to me."

Damon gave a smirk, even though Charlene couldn't see it. "Looking forward to it."

"Damon…" He hung up the phone before she could finish. He looked like he was going to hand the phone back to Megan, but he tugged it back as soon as she reached for it.

"Damon, come on." Megan whined, stomping her foot childishly. "No one knows where I am. Can you just take me home, please?"

"We're almost there."

"And where is there exactly? Where are we going?"

"A little place right outside of Atlanta." Damon answered. "Come on, Megan. You don't really want to go back now. Do you?" She said nothing since she really didn't. Not after what happened with Stefan. "What's the rush? Time-out. Trust me. Your problems will still there when you get back home. Look. Step back away from your life for five minutes." Megan stared at him hard, crossing her arms. "Five minutes!"

"I don't trust you." She said bluntly. "So, will I be safe with you?"

"Yes."

"And you won't mind control me?"

"Yes." He repeated.

Megan said nothing for a moment. "Fine. But don't make me regret this." That was the last thing she said on the subject as she turned around to go back into the passenger seat.

Alaric was in the parking lot, bending over to look inside his car as he searched for his ring. He was still looking as Jeremy Gilbert came up to him.

"Hey, Mr. Saltzman." Jeremy greeted.

Alaric glanced at him before starting to look in his car again, "Hey Jeremy. I, uh, can't find my ring and I thought I put it—" Something shiny caught his eye, "There it is." He stood up and faced Jeremy as he slipped on his ring. "Losing family heirlooms—bad." He smiled at young man before him. "How's your extra credit coming? You pick of topic yet?"

Jeremy nodded. "Mystic Falls, Civil War era." He responded.

"What's the angle?"

"My family—I found a journal of an old ancestor who lived in the 1880s. And the Gilberts were one of the founding families of Mystic Falls. So…"

Alaric smiled. "That sounds good."

Charlene followed quickly behind Stefan as they went to find Bonnie, hoping she would help them find Megan. She was equally mad at Stefan for keeping this big of secret from her, Elena, and Megan. Charlene had the same kind of questions Megan, but she was telling her best friend the truth when she said Stefan explained everything. However, he never did tell her how or why all of them looked like Katherine, Abigail, and Demetria. No matter how hard she tried, she never could get him to answer that question. Maybe he was waiting for Megan to get back before he told them that.

This did make her realize why Damon had been interested in her. It wasn't her he was interested in, it was Abigail. It hurt her feelings a little to know that, but she was trying not to let it bother her. Because it honestly shouldn't. Damon wasn't a good guy for her, and he never would be.

It wasn't too long until they found Bonnie and Stefan went up to her with Charlene right behind him. She was only here, just in case Bonnie denied helping.

"Bonnie." Stefan said.

She glanced at him, looking a bit nervous. "Stefan…"

"Hey."

"Hi…"

Well, this was awkward.

"I haven't seen you lately. How are you doing with everything?"

"I'm fine. It's all fine." Charlene knew Bonnie well enough to know she was lying.

"Good."

"Yeah…" It was silent for a moment until Bonnie broke it. "Are you back in school?"

"No. Actually I came here to find you. I was hoping you could help me with something. A spell."

Bonnie stopped and turned to face him, arms tightening around her books. "Stefan, look, I know Megan, Elena, and Charlene…" she glanced at her for a moment before returning her gaze to Stefan. "And I appreciate what you did to help me, but I'm not really ready to dive in with you yet."

Charlene decided to speak up. "Please Bonnie, we really need your help." She said, and her best friend's sister looked over at her. "It's Megan. She's with Damon." Bonnie didn't say anything, but she knew that she got to her.

So, a few minutes later, they were sitting at on a bench.

Stefan pushed Megan's necklace towards Bonnie. "I have Megan's necklace." He told her. "I was hoping you could use this to make some sort of a connection. I just need to know she's okay."

"We both do." Charlene added.

Bonnie took the necklace, glancing down at it. "How do you know I can do this?" she asked Stefan as she looked up at him.

"Because I've known a few witches over the years. I've seen what they can do."

She bit her bottom lip. "I'm still new."

"It's okay. Give it a shot."

"Okay. All right." Bonnie closed her eyes, trying to make something happen. Whatever was supposed to happen, it didn't, and she looked frustrated and worried. "There's nothing. Nothing's happening. Usually, there's an image or…tell me if anyone's looking."

"Okay." Stefan said, and Charlene nodded. Bonnie picked up a leaf and tried to make it float, but it didn't work, and she looked scared now. "What is it?"

"Something's wrong…"

"With Megan?" Stefan asked, looking worried.

"With me. There's something wrong with me." Bonnie quickly grabbed her books from the table. "I have to go. I'm sorry, Stefan. I can't help you." She walked away quickly.

"Well, that was bust." Charlene sighed once Bonnie disappeared out of their sight. She looked at Stefan. "What are we going to do now?"

He didn't say anything, so she knew he had no answer to her question, and she sighed heavily. Hopefully Megan was going to be okay while they figured that out.

-0-

Megan wasn't planning on talking to Damon at all during the ride to wherever they were going, but she still needed to know a few things.

"So, what did you do with my car anyway?" she asked him, not bothering looking over at him.

"I pulled it off to the side of the road. I don't think anyone will bother it."

"Let's hope not." Megan sighed heavily, leaning back against her seat. "But this is great…now I don't have a car. Who do you think that man was? Think he could have been a vampire?" That would be the only explanation she could think of.

"From what I could tell, yeah…"

"Did you know him?" Stupid question, probably, but she didn't know. Damon could know him.

"If I've never met him, I wouldn't know him." Damon rolled his eyes. "I mean, it's not like we all hang out together at the Vamp Bar & Grill." The sarcasm was obvious.

"Sorry, how I was supposed to know?" Megan grumbled, crossing her arms. "Are we there yet?" He had her answer as he pulled in front of a bar. The name of it was on the building. Bree's Bar. Her eyebrows furrowed. "A bar? You took me to a bar?" He didn't answer as he got out of the car. Megan groaned and got out as well. "Why did you take me here? They're not going to let me in there. If you haven't noticed, I'm not old enough."

Damon didn't look worried. "Sure, they will." He headed inside before Megan could protest.

She groaned again. This day couldn't get worse.

Megan followed him into the bar, and no one asked for her ID like she thought they would. As soon they went inside, a woman, who was standing behind the bar and wiping down the counter, looked up and her eyes brightened.

"No, it can't be…Damon." The woman climbed over the bar and went over to them. "My honey pie." She grabbed his face in her hands, kissing him passionately.

Megan made a face as she watched them. That was something she wouldn't be able to unsee. A few minutes later, she was sitting at the bar with Damon as the woman, who she now knew as Bree, got everyone at the bar's attention.

"Listen up, everybody!" she shouted. "Here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chance of happiness!" She poured shots for everyone, including Damon. "Drink up!" She and Damon shot back their drinks. "Ah! Whoo!" She wiped her mouth before looking over at Megan. "So, how'd he rope you in?" Bree poured Megan a shot.

She did take it, but she didn't drink, not yet. "I'm not roped in." She looked disgusted at the thought and she was. She would never be interested in Damon, god no. "I'm dating…"

Bree didn't let her finish and cut her off. "Honey, if you're not roped, you're whipped. Either way, just enjoy the ride." She smiled and poured another shot for herself.

"Right…" Megan rolled her eyes internally as she pushed her drink away, deciding not to drink it. "So, how did you two meet?"

"College."

This made her snort in disbelief as she looked over at Damon. "You? You went to college? Seriously?"

He smiled, not bothered by her disbelief. "I've been to a college campus, yes."

"Wow…" Megan shook her head.

"About twenty years ago, when I was a sweet, young freshmen, I met this beautiful man, and I fell in love." Bree explained, leaning against the bar as she smiled at Damon, who smirked at her. "And then he told me about his little secret, made me love him more. Because, you see, I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with someone."

"She's a witch." Damon said in a hushed tone.

Megan's eyes brightened. "Really?" She didn't know many witches, so it was nice to know there was others out there.

Bree nodded. "Changed my world."

Damon's smirk widened. "I rocked your world." He said suggestively.

Megan knew what he meant and made a face. Gross! The next thing Bree said had her eyes widening.

"He is good in the sack, isn't he?"

"Ew, hell no!" Megan exclaimed, making everyone in the bar look over at them. She blushed in embarrassment and she glanced at Damon to see him smirking at her. "Shut up." She grumbled.

"What? I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, but your thinking it and that's even worse." Megan rolled her eyes.

Bree smiled at their interaction before frowning. "But mostly he's just a runaway joe." She sounded bitter and she shot back her drink before changing the subject as she looked over at Damon. "So, what is it that you want?"

Jeremy climbed up the stairs of the Mystic Falls library to search for books for his essay for history. Once he made it up there, he walked down the shelves of books and stopped when he found the book that he wanted. Suddenly, books fell to the ground causing him to move back. Confused Jeremy bent down to pick up the books. After getting them up, he turned around and jumped, dropping the books again when a girl suddenly appeared.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. There was this one book wedged between the other. And I pulled and then kaplunk, kaboom. Are you ok?" The girl said in one breath.

Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

They both bent down to pick up the fallen books and ended up bumping heads. The girl couldn't help but laugh and Jeremy did too.

Once their laughter died down, the girl held out a hand. "I'm Anna."

Jeremy shook her hand. "Jeremy."

Anna smiled. She had a pretty smile, but Jeremy shook his head internally for thinking that.

Megan managed to convince Damon to let her go outside, so she could call Bonnie. Unfortunately, her sister never answered her phone call. She tried a couple more times but still no answer. Megan sighed, glancing back at the bar to find Damon watching her. She made a face at him before turning away.

She looked through her contacts, stopping at Stefan's name. Megan bit her bottom lip as she wondered if she should call him. She did want to know why he lied to her and didn't tell her that her and her friends looked like Katherine, Abigail, and Demetria respectively. But then, Megan thought about what Charlene said, so maybe she should hear him out. That thought in mind, she pressed on the contact and called him. He immediately answered the phone.

"Megan, is that you?"

She said nothing for a moment. "Yeah…it's me."

"Where are you?"

Megan didn't answer his question, asking one of her own. "How am I connected to Demetria, Stefan? And why do I look like her? And why does Elena and Charlene look like Abigail and Katherine?"

"I don't know…"

She scoffed. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe you, Stefan. You said you would explain, so explain."

"Tell me where you are, so that I can get you…and I'll tell you everything. Please."

Getting angry, Megan hung up on him. If he wasn't going to tell her now, she wasn't going to talk to him. She turned around and jumped, seeing Damon in front of her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Don't pretend to you care, Damon, because you don't." Megan snapped as she shoved past him to head back into the bar.

Bree stood in the bar, watching Damon and Megan as they headed back towards the bar. Quickly she rushed over to the smoothie machine and turned it on so Damon won't hear her. She grabbed the phone and started to dial the number of someone. She waited until she heard the person on the other line picked up.

"You'll never guess who showed up at my bar." Bree said to whoever was on the phone urgently.

Back in Mystic Falls at the old Fell Church, Bonnie moaned as she awoke. She looked around while sitting on the ground of the hole that she had fallen into. She knew that she had fallen under the church. Bonnie sat up and groaned from the pain in her leg. Looking down at it, her knee was all cut up and jeans had ripped open. Slowly, Bonnie stood up and tried to not let the pain get to her.

"Hello?" she called looking up at the gaping hole from above. "Anybody?"

Turning around, Bonnie let out a gasp at the thing that she saw.

Anna and Jeremy walked down the library with Anna pointing out things.

"This aisle is local and state history. And civil war is one over." Anna stopped next to the last one said and asked, "What do you need?"

"Local. 1860s. Do you work here?"

"Nope." Anna started walking again. "You want reference. This way." As they continued to walk, she spoke, "Um homeschooled, I study here for a mock school environment." She finally found the books they were looking here. "Ah here we go." She turned to Jeremy and gestured to the books. "Original settlers, town achieves, founder's stuff. It's all here." She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. "So, what's your topic?"

"The town's fear and hysteria surrounding the war and how it influenced certain writers of the time."

"You might want to refocus that." Anna teased.

"The origin of local folklore and myths."

"So, you mean the vampires." Anna smiled, turned a heel, and walked off. Jeremy stared after her for few minutes before going after her.

TBC...

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Bloodlines, Part 2