Looking up from her book, Elizabeth James sighed when she looked out the window and saw children playing outside. She allowed her mind to wander outside, imagining she was there with the kinds, all laughing and playing with one another. Elizabeth envied them; they were outside on such a gorgeous day while she was stuck inside a stuffy room reading Shakespeare.

"Elizabeth!" yelled her governess, who had a sour look on her face as she slammed the book in front of her.

Elizabeth jumped up in surprise when the book made contact with her desk. She looked down at her lap and mumbled an apology. Her governess, Louise, was always known to be hard on her and took her teachings seriously. She was always scolding Elizabeth for not paying attention more or for not studying more. There was always something Louise could pick on when it came to Elizabeth.

"Doesn't matter," she exasperated. "The hour is done, you may leave," she said sternly, her mouth turned to an uptight frown.

"Yes Ms. Louise," Elizabeth responded obediently and walked out of the door silently. Once she was out of Louise's sight, Elizabeth made a dash for the door, something Louise would have scolded her for and would have called it unladylike. She rolled her eyes at it and continued to run.

Outside the door of the James Manor, Elizabeth closed her eyes, happily feeling the sun on her skin. She raised her hands to the hair and spun happily, as she felt the wind brush her long blonde hair. Elizabeth giggled girlishly and ran her hand through her hair before releasing it.

"So you've come out of your dungeon, Ms. Elizabeth," she heard a deep and husky voice say from behind her.

Immediately turning around, she saw Damon Salvatore in all of his handsome glory looking at her with a smile on his face. A smile instantly graced her face as she jokingly curtsied him. "Mr. Salvatore," she said sweetly and then burst out laughing before she ran up to him and hugged him. "Damon! You know my parents will kill you if they see me with you, without a chaperone."

Damon laughed, spinning her around and then gently placed her back down onto the ground. "Does it matter?" he asked, holding her tighter and pressed his forehead against her. "We're getting married anyways," he reminded her.

Elizabeth looked away form his gaze and blushed. Even though they had been engaged for four years now and having known Damon since she was a child, the mention of her engagement still left her shy and blushing. Her cheeks started to color at the thought of them both getting married in a year. Even though she was sure she loved him, Elizabeth was still hesitant to marry, feeling she was much too young to do so. She innocently looked up at Damon when she heard him chuckle.

"I can't believe you still blush over that," he teased her, making her blush even more. "You're going to have to get used to the idea of us getting married you know," he reminded her, watching as she blushed even more. He placed a hand on her cheek and began to caress it. "I love you Elizabeth."

"Ella! Ella!"

Ella woke up with a startle when she heard her mother's voice wake her up. She looked around, confused, and rubbed her eyes. "Are we there yet?" she asked in a tired voice and looked out the window.

Her mother looked at her and smiled sadly. "We're here," she whispered and silently got out of the car.

Ella followed suit, straightening her black dress once she was out of the car. Instantly, her grandmother, who moved to cup her cheeks and kiss her, greeted her. Ella stood uncomfortably as she waved at her cousins while in her grandmother's arms.

"Ella, you've grown so much," her grandmother sobbed, giving her wet kisses on the cheeks.

Tristan gave his daughter a sympathetic look as he rounded the car. "Mom, come on, give Ella some space," he said saving his daughter from the clutches of his mother.

"I'm sorry," Maureen James sobbed dramatically. "It's just, times like these, they make you realize how important family really is," she said and hugged her son. "Your brother would have loved to have seen Ella, you know how much he loved her," Maureen said while she hugged her eldest son. "They really need to catch those animals that's been attacking the residents," Maureen whispered sadly.

Growing tired of listening to her father and grandmother's conversation, Ella walked closer to the makeshift tent where people were silently sitting. She saw more of her family, who hadn't bothered to greet her, crying in their chair, looking at the casket in front of them. She scanned the crowd, most of which she didn't know, seeing as she was not a resident of Mystic Falls.

Despite her family hailing from Mystic Falls and the James family being one of the founding families, Ella was born and raised in Seattle. She had never even set foot in Mystic Falls until today at her uncle's funeral. Ella remembered him; he was a happy man who loved her dearly like a daughter since he didn't have a family of his own. Often visiting Seattle to spend some time with her father and her.

Ella offered her aunt, and her father's younger sister, a small smile when she looked up at the approaching Ella. Her Aunt Anna smiled as best as she could, even though it came out sad, and patted the chair next to her. "I'm so glad to have you back in Mystic Falls," she said, rubbing Ella's back.

Stefan Salvatore walked with his girlfriend, Elena Gilbert, to the cemetery; they both dressed in black carrying a somber look on their face. Michael James was the principal at their school that had recently become the victim of the "animal" attack that had been going on recently, but they both knew it wasn't an animal that had attacked their principal. They both knew that it was Damon, but why Damon had attacked him was unknown to the both of them, especially to Stefan.

Stafan always thought that the James family would never become a victim to Damon's attacks considering his history with the family, so it puzzled him that he would kill Michael James. It also angered him greatly, seeing as he also had a history with the James family and to an extent cared about the family.

As the couple approached the tent, Stefan stopped dead in his tracks and sucked in his breath. He thought he saw a ghost. His eyes widened as he watched the blonde girl, who was sitting beside Anna James stoically staring at the casket before her.

'It can't be her,' he thought to himself.

Ella pondered silently what her Aunt meant about her being glad she was in Mystic Falls. Who would be glad to be in a town where being attacked randomly by an animal was recurrent? Certainly not Ella. And what did she mean 'back in Mystic Falls'? As far as Ella knew, she had never once set foot in the sleepy town. 'I must have visited when I was younger and don't remember,' she thought, shrugging it off and continued to stare at the casket.

Feeling a set of eyes staring at her, she turned to her side and saw a couple hand in hand approaching the tent. The male had a slightly surprised look, as he stared right at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked away, trying to ignore his gaze and shied away from it.

There was something about the boy that looked so familiar to her, but she couldn't pinpoint where as she had never once been to Mystic Falls, or at least once that she remembered. She looked straightforward at the casket, and suddenly felt tears slipping to her cheeks. Gingerly, she put a hand on her cheek, catching one of her tears and absentmindedly looked at it.

From afar, Damon watched the scene in a predatory manner. He sneered as Elena and his brother sat hand in hand with one another at the funeral of a man that he despised. Michael James had been a thorn to his side ever since he had arrived at Mystic Falls. He knew that Michael had always been suspicious of him, watching his every move, so he had to dispose of Michael before his secret was revealed to the council.

Damon stood straighter when everyone started to stand up and walk away. Just has he was about to turn away, a frail blonde woman caught his eye, earning him a double take. His eyes widened, thinking he had just seen a ghost, but before he could get a second look she turned her back to him and disappeared into a black car. Deciding it was nothing; he headed back to the Salvatore Boarding House and end his day.

Damon silently watched as the woman he had loved kiss and laugh with another man. It sent his blood boiling as she happily sat with his arms around hers; his lips touch hers. He wanted nothing more than to teach her a lesson and rip the man's throat out, he had already lost Katherine, and he wasn't going to lose her too. He waited until they were all asleep before he entered their home.

He laughed at how stupid the man was for inviting him in earlier as he easily maneuvered through the dark and into their shared bedroom. With one swift movement, he ripped out the man's throat before the man could even feel a thing. He watched as the blood sprayed all over the room, landing on her beautiful face.

She woke with a startle, feeling liquid drip to her face. He watched from the darkness as she touched her face, still disoriented. Damon opened the light so she could see the blood all over the room. Her head snapped to the direction of the light, her eyes widening when he saw her.

"Hello Elizabeth," he smirked and watched her scream.

Elizabeth's deafening scream and her horrified look woke Damon up with a startle. He immediately sat up on his bed, his breathing heavy. It had been over a century since he last thought about those memories, how were they unexpectedly brought up. He was sure he buried them a long time ago. Suddenly, they lights flickered open like in his dream. His head snapped to the intruder.

"Hello Damon."

A/N: This plot has been lingering in my head for a long time now, so I decided to plan it out. Review, let me know what ou guys think.