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This is not what I intended, I always swore to you I'd never fall apart.
You always thought that I was stronger, I may have failed but I have loved you from the start.
Oh, but hold your breath because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you,
Over again, don't make me change my mind.
I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true, because a girl like you is impossible to find.
You're impossible to find.

Chapter Ten – Party Favors

Maeve was sitting on the couch alone, drinking some of Damon's expensive alcohol. Sure, New Orleans was a success. They had the town under their reign and ridded Klaus of the responsibility of becoming a father. She was still stressed to the max. Her entire family was back in Mystic Falls – living under the same roof. The tension that floated throughout the house was enough to cut with a knife. So she went with an alternative – continue to reside at the Salvatore House.

Time flew by as she continued drinking, one bottle turned into two, five, until she could barely see straight anymore. Getting drunk as a vampire was hard, especially for a 1000 year old one. But perhaps the time that she spent in that cave loosened her tolerance a bit.

Damon walked into the room and Maeve looked over at him, "Well if it isn't Doctor Doom. Hey buddy," She sing sang towards him and he laughed before walking towards her and sitting down beside her. "You look good, what's the special occasion?"

He laughed, "Nothing. It's what I normally wear, Mae."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, "I like when you call me that. It reminds me of old times, like everything hasn't changed completely." Her eyes snapped shut as she rested on his shoulder. He gave her a confused look and ran his hand through her hair, pulling her closer against him. "I miss how things used to be in 1864. I miss you, Day," She mumbled before passing out on his lap.

Damon kept staring down towards her, even more confused than he recently was on the topic. He picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs and placed her down on her bed. He pulled the covers over her body and she relaxed. He caressed his hand along her cheek and she smiled with the slightest touch.

He walked out of her room and into his room where he found Elena sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey," She called and he looked away from her, "I know you said you didn't want to see me. That you want to be avoiding me, but I can't help it. I miss you," She exhaled and he chuckled at the choice of words. "What?"

He shrugged and looked towards the door before refocusing on Elena, "Maeve was drinking by herself. She was rambling on about something – she misses how things used to be between us." Elena stood up from the bed and raised an eyebrow, "I have no idea what she was talking about. She told me that we never met before, only in passing."

Elena crossed her arms, "Maybe she lied to you?" He shook his head in denial which caused Elena to roll her eyes, "She was drunk. It probably meant nothing. She probably thought you were someone else." Damon nodded his head, even though he knew that wasn't the case. She called him Day. No one calls him that – only in the past.

Damon looked up to meet Elena's concerned eyes, "I'm sure that's it."

Elena gave him a weak smile, "I just wanted to come by and see you. I guess I'll let you go then," She began to walk away, but stopped and turned around, "If that's what you still want."

Damon let out a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Elena." He watched by his bedside as she exited the room and walked out of the Salvatore House.

The next morning, Maeve opened her eyes and a massive headache pounded against her head. It felt like she has been out fighting the world, but in reality – she had a hangover. She sat up and glanced around the room, not remembering how she got to her bedroom. She ran her hand through her blonde hair and exhaled.

There was a knock at the door and it opened slightly, allowing Damon to enter the room. He noticed her awake and he made his way towards her, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

She rubbed her eyes as if she was hallucinating, "How did I get up here?"

"I carried you," He explained and she bit the inside of her lip. "I joined you downstairs until you passed out." She palmed her forehead in embarrassment and laughed softly, "You told me that you missed how things used to be."

Her smile faded back into a frown quickly and she raised her head, "Why would I say that? I was probably dreaming," She explained, trying to make her case. How could she be so foolish to allow those words to leave her lips?

He shook his head slowly, "I don't think so. You called me, Day." She swallowed hard, "What aren't you telling me, Mae? Stop with the games," She pulled her eyebrows together at the nickname. He never called her that, not anymore.

She stood up from the bed and paced across the bedroom before turning around, but his eyes were locked on her. "I can't tell you, Damon," She stated and he rolled his eyes, "Stop telling me that you can't tell me. You can, Mae, you can explain everything right now."

She shook her head, "No. I can't."

"Yes," He stormed towards her and grabbed her arm in his hand. He applied a bit of pressure and she raised her chin to look at him, "You can."

She yanked her arm free and stumbled backwards. She sucked in a quick breath, "We knew each other in the 19th century. We knew each other very well." He took a step away from her, shaking his head angrily. "Maybe it's like I'm living in the past but you were the love of my life, Damon."

Mystic Falls was known for its extravagant dances and parties. One of the perks of living in a close-knit community was receiving an invite to every special event. Tonight was no different.

Damon walked into the Lockwood residence alongside Enzo. The mayor was throwing a celebratory party for running for election once again. The Lockwood's were known for their presidency in Mystic Falls – along with the Forbes becoming law enforcers and Fell's studied in the medical field. This town was stuck in tradition for a long time.

Damon was acting different, Enzo caught on to the sudden change. Damon walked back over to where Enzo was standing with two drinks in his hands. "They never bring out the good stuff on these occasions."

Enzo nodded his head, watching his friend curiously. "Where is Blondie?" He asked leaning against the wall and crossing his left foot in front of the other. Damon shrugged his shoulders, far too quickly for nothing to be wrong. Enzo caught on. "Ah, something has happened between the two of you."

"Between who?" Elena questioned, making her way over towards them. Damon looked away quickly and Elena took a notice, "Sorry for intruding."

Damon threw back his glass, "I'm going to need some more." Elena nodded her head and placed her hands behind her back before taking the hint and walking away from the two of them. Allowing them to brood and prance about by themselves.

Stefan and Caroline walked into the party together – Caroline greeting Mayor Lockwood at the door. The mayor pulled Caroline over to the side and grinned, "It's lovely to see you, Caroline. How are you liking college?"

She smiled back, "It's going very well. Having my two best friends beside me is pushing for my hardest work."

"It's a shame Tyler didn't make it this year. But you will be going to school together in the fall. He should be around here somewhere, would you like me to tell him where to find you?" The mayor asked and Caroline bit her bottom lip uneasily. "We actually," Caroline explained, "We broke up a little while back."

Mrs. Lockwood's eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth, "I am so sorry. I didn't even know, I was so busy on my campaign that I haven't even gotten the chance to notice. Well I am happy that you are doing well."

Caroline finally walked away from her and turned around to find Klaus walking through the door and her face paled immediately. Following behind Klaus was the rest of the Mikaelson family. All of the men were wearing suits and Rebekah and Maeve were wearing red and blue dresses, respectively.

Everyone's eyes shifted in their direction the moment of their entrance. They were magnetizing.

Damon pounded his drink down and Enzo laughed, before patting him on the shoulder. "You alright there, mate? That is the third drink you've finished since we've arrived. Is something eating you up?"

Damon gave him a sarcastic smirk and rolled his eyes, "Maeve told me the truth about when we met. She told me that I was the love of her life and then she bolted out of there before I got a response out."

Enzo folded his arms, "Do you blame her? What would you have replied?" Damon stared over at her, letting his thoughts process. Honestly, in the moment she let out the truth – he hadn't known of what his response would have been. He still didn't, but he had an idea.

Kol whined, pulling at the bowtie that he was wearing. Maeve smacked his arm away and scolded him, "Stop messing with the bow. You look amazing," Kol's lips parted slightly like he was going to say something but he stopped. "What?"

He looked over and found Damon staring at his sister, "Seems you have an admirer."

Maeve followed Kol's gaze with her eyes until she met Damon. She looked down at the ground quickly and Kol cackled, she snapped her eyes up at his and glared. "Don't find amusement in this, Kol. I told him the truth and then I ran away."

He tilted his head to the side, "That sounds like the start of a love story, not the end of one."

Caroline was drinking casually when she heard someone walk up behind her – she knew who it was instantly. She spun on her foot and tossed the rest of her drink in his face letting it drip onto his shirt, "Oops! Looks like you're going to have to leave and never come back." She scolded and Klaus's dimples surfaced into an amused grin. "You promised," She crossed her arms.

He nodded his head, "I am aware of our most previous encounter and how we were supposed to leave things between the two of us. I am not back to sweep you off of your feet and propose a marriage. I am back on my family's good wishes."

She let out a breath laced with a chuckle. "Since when have you ever done anything for your family?"

"Perhaps I am a changed man," He mused and she never took her eyes off of him.

Elena walked over to Damon, pulling him aside so that they could talk. The tiptoeing around one another has been going on long enough and they needed to come to an agreement. "What happened between you and Maeve?" She cut straight to the point, leaving Damon stunned.

He shook his head, "Nothing. Nothing happened."

"In the past," She added.

Damon let out a deep breath, "I am not entirely sure." She shook her head and clenched her jaw tightly, so Damon continued. "Nothing that I can remember. Apparently, I knew her in 1864. We used to date," Elena cut him off, "Stefan told me everything. So please, just don't lie to me."

He snapped his head in her direction, "You asked Stefan about us?"

She patted her hands against her legs, "I knew something was going on. It's why you've been so distant recently. Stefan told me the entire story."

"Care on explaining it to me? She left before I could ask her anything else," Damon announced.

She shrugged her shoulders, "What do you want to do?" He didn't make eye contact with her. "Damon, I need an answer on where we stand."

Damon sighed, "I don't know what you want me to say."

Her voice heightened by an octave, "Anything! I just need an answer." He kept his eyes on the tile floor, retaining contact. "You two didn't just break up. You thought that she died," Elena yelled frantically in Damon's direction. Damon blew out a breath, "She still loves you, you know." Damon looked up at her, confusion filling his icy blue eyes. She ran her hand through her hair, "And I know you might not remember her, but you loved her too. You were going to get the life that you always wanted, away from Katherine."

Damon groaned, "Elena!" She ignored his call to try and tell her that she's going crazy because she knew him. She knew that she was right on what she was about to say. She walked over towards Damon, "Damon, no." She ran her hand down the side of his face, "You don't even remember her, but you never looked at me the way you look at her."

Damon swallowed hard and nodded his head, "What do you want me to say, Elena?" He pulled away from her, regaining the space that was between them. "Yes, there is some kind of connection between us. There's something there and I can't even remember our past. I don't remember how I felt when I was with her." He looked everywhere around the room except for at Elena, "I want to get to know her – again."

She bit her lip, "You want to fall in love with her again." She didn't say it as a question, more of a statement. As though, she was correcting his previous statement, but there was no argument that followed. She knew his answer and she knew no matter what, he would get to know her one way or another.

Damon took another step away from her, "I do." He turned and walked out of the room and rejoined the party.

Caroline felt a hand touch her lower back and she turned her head slightly to look up and she saw Klaus and Kol standing beside her. She rolled her eyes and looked over at Kol, "Greetings, darling."

She gave him a cocky smile, "Long time, no see. I believe the last time that I saw you, you were laying a crisp on the Gilbert floor." Caroline managed to pull a chuckle out of the two brothers, she always had a sharp tongue.

Klaus extended his hand forward, "Would you care to dance?"

She blew out a slow breath – knowing that she would regret her answer in the morning. But she felt so drawn to Klaus. Like his presence lightened while she was around, she was the one light in all of his shades of darkness.

Rebekah and Matt met up, rekindling what they once shared only a few months ago. He eventually asked her for a dance and they stepped onto the dance floor. Finn and Henrik sat down at an empty table, not associating with any of the local townspeople.

Jeremy and Arya walked into the house, a short brunette followed behind them. Tyler greeted them, shaking Alec's hand firmly and patting Jeremy on the back. He looked down at Arya and pointed a finger at her, "I was a dick to you when we first met. I wanted to apologize for my behavior that night, I had a fight with my ex-girlfriend."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Don't worry about it. Consider your slate cleaned." Tyler pulled Alec away to give him a tour of the house and introduce him to a few people. Jeremy pulled Arya with him over towards the bar.

A voice spoke behind them and Jeremy tensed immediately, "Long time, mate."

He turned around slowly to meet Kol face to face, only to take a step forward. "What the hell do you want," Jeremy grumbled, "Dick."

Kol put his hand to his chest mockingly as though he was hurt, "Did our time in Denver mean nothing to you? I started to believe that we became buds rather quickly," Kol taunted before letting his eyes fall on the brunette beside him. He extended his hand towards the quiet girl, "Kol Mikaelson. I don't believe that we've met before."

She jerked her head to the side, "Yeah. Sorry, I don't associate myself with assholes."

Kol laughed before Maeve walked over towards where they all were and she elbowed him in the ribs. "You'll have to pardon my brother, he wasn't taught proper manners. Arya, it is wonderful to see you once again."

Arya nodded her head hesitantly. A week ago, she would have jumped head first into becoming close friends with Maeve and her insanely hot, but arrogant brother. But her sights were set on an entirely new horizon with the knowledge of the original vampires arising.

Maeve looked over at Jeremy, "Jeremy. Nice to see you once again, as well." They met once before, in passing around the Salvatore House. Nothing more than a simple hello. He nodded his head, "Same to you, Maeve."

"Rapunzel," Enzo chimed walking over towards the group and Maeve turned her head slightly before rolling her eyes. "Can you please come up with better nicknames, I do not understand these modern day names that you choose to ridicule me with, Lorenzo."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head, "Stop with the annoying pet name and perhaps, I will reconsider." He looked over towards Kol and held out his hand, "Lorenzo Cavallo."

Kol shook his hand promptly, "Kol Mikaelson. Maeve's twin brother," He looked down at his sister and she grinned up towards him. He looked over at Arya and tilted his head curiously, "May I buy you a drink, darling?"

Arya looked over at him in confusion, "Me?" She asked stunned and he nodded his head. She bit her bottom lip, but deciding to allow it. She could take care of herself and besides, what harm could one drink do? "Of course, Kol Mikaelson," She held out her hand and he took it before walking away.

Jeremy left a few seconds later, leaving Enzo and Maeve alone. She looked around the room, "I told Damon."

He laughed, "And then scurried away. I am aware of your extravaganza," He looked behind her and noticed Damon making his way in their direction. He nodded his head and Maeve turned around to find Damon behind her. "I shall let you two talk," He spoke softly before walking away.

Damon held out his hand for this dance and Maeve took it, he pulled her in close to him. The beginning of the dance was awkward. They were entirely too close to one another, but their presence was filled with tension. Damon whispered in her ear, so she could hear him over the music blasting through the ballroom. "I thought about what you said earlier," He blew out in a quick breath. "I think I know why you ran away before I could give you a response."

Maeve blinked a few times, awaiting the answer, "Why would I do that, Damon?"

He pulled her in closer before dipping her, but he kept her tightly in his arms, "You were afraid of my answer."

She tightened her grip on his shoulder and he pulled her back up so they were standing completely straight once again. "And what answer would you have given?" She swallowed hard, scared of what his answer would be. He was correct. She was afraid – she was worse than that, she was horrified.

Damon leaned forward, letting their lips linger centimeters apart from one another. Tension was rising and anticipation was burning fast. He placed his hand on Maeve's cheek and pulled her forward, allowing his lips to brush against hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, full of longing and remembrance. Maeve raised her hand, placing two fingers on his temple – forcing the memories to resurface.

Damon walked up to the Salvatore Boarding House – finally finished his round in the war. He was happy to be alive. He wanted to experience everything that he could have lost in an instant. He was head strong on returning to the love of his life – Katherine Pierce.

A woman stepped out the front door of the house. She was stunning. Long golden hair that was pulled into a ponytail, curls framing her face. Her blue eyes were crinkled by the laughter that filled her lungs. She let her eyes fall onto Damon's figure and she gave him a welcoming smile – she was beautiful.

Damon stepped up to her, giving a nod to his brother who was standing behind her. He needed to be updated on what he had missed while he was away. Who was this rendezvous goddess standing in his doorway? He needed to know her.

Stefan spoke first, breaking the gaze that was being shared between the two. "Damon, I would like you to introduce you to one of our newest neighbors. This is Maeve Mikaelson. Maeve, this is my brother – Damon Salvatore."

He jogged up the staircase, skipping two steps at a time. He made it to the top in a matter of seconds and extended his hand out towards her. She took it willingly and curtsied, before Damon pressed his lips to the back of her hand. "Welcome to Mystic Falls, I hope to see you around more often?"

She nodded her head, keeping her eyes locked on his. She never saw a shade of blue this alluring and captivating. She felt like she was frozen in time and the world stopped spinning except for the two of them, that was until Stefan's voice broke in. "Katherine is waiting to see you," He explained to Damon, but Damon ignored him.

"I think you could keep her busy for a while," He patted Stefan on the shoulder and smiled. "I have rather important business to attend to. Perhaps you would enjoy some company on your walk home?"

She placed her hand around his arm and they descended down the stairs with one another, "I would love that."