AN: Here's the sort of sequel! Enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't have the mental capacity to come up with these things. No, all of this belongs to LJ Smith. Of course, doodlechick12 gave me the wonderful idea! Thank you!

Damon POV:

Damon followed Stefan through the forest, not paying attention to where his feet were carrying him. He was lost in thought. One week. Only one more week of sweet freedom. In exactly one week, I'll be married. Damon sighed. Not only was he going to be married, he was going to be married to the prettiest, most talented, most amazing woman he'd ever met in his entire existence. May. May Capuletta was going to be his wife. Just one more week.

He smiled. Her name sounded so much like Capulet. She was like his own personal Juliet, but without the feuding families, the death, or the tragedy. She was a witch, and a damn good one. That was just the way he liked it. She was his equal in Power. Only one week. And, in two weeks, he would turn her. He would make her his Princess of Darkness.

Damon chuckled to himself. Only a year ago, he'd had the same dream for himself and Elena Gilbert, Stefan's wife. How that had changed. He now knew that he and Elena were not meant to be. It was too bad, really, because he enjoyed her company. But, he enjoyed May's company more. Still, he got to hang with Elena because she was his sister-in-law.

"Race ya!" Stefan shouted, bringing Damon back to reality. Stefan had decided that he needed a bachelor party. One week before the wedding. It was silly, though, because Damon didn't really have any friends that were guys. Only Stefan. So, here he was, hunting with his younger brother, the pinnacle of pathetic-ness. Damon had already had his fill in a club in the city. They'd gone far tonight, all the way across Italy. Stefan had decided on a specific forest. Damon didn't know why, but he didn't really understand most of what his little brother did.

"Okay, go for it." Damon decided he'd let his brother have his fun. He gave Stefan a 10 second head start before running after him. He was a black blur as he passed Stefan, laughing loudly.

"What are you going to do now, little brother?" Damon laughed, running just fast enough to stay an inch in front of Stefan. He was taunting him.

"Hey, that's cheap! I can't use Power like that!"

"Well, you would be able to use Power if you ate right." Damon answered him. Really, was it that hard to feed off of pretty girls? No. No, it wasn't.

"You're so immature, Damon!"

"I'm immature? Excuse me, Mr. 'Race ya!'"

"Shut up…" Damon only laughed harder as they raced into the forest. Something was nagging at him, though.

Before he'd left, May had given him a warning.

Earlier that evening:

Damon grabbed his jacket and turned to find his boots. However, instead of the boots, he found his fiancé. May looked at him seriously.

"What? Is there something on my face?" Damon asked, grinning.

"Damon, do you know what day it is?" She asked, frowning at him. Damon panicked. What day was it? Did he forget an anniversary? Oh, no. Was it her birthday? No, it was only January. So, what was he missing.

"Um, no, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me…"

"Damon, it's exactly one year from the day we met in that alley." Oh no! So, it was the anniversary!

"Er, happy anniversary, baby?" It came out as more of a question.

"No! Not the anniversary! The day I cursed you, you idiot! Don't you get it?" Damon was mystified. Why did it matter that it was the anniversary of "The Incident". He still couldn't think of what had actually happened.

"No, I don't get it? Why are you bringing it up?" Damon was getting annoyed. She knew that he didn't like to talk about this, yet she brought it up anyway.

"Damon, sometimes strange things happen on days like this. Just promise me you'll be careful, okay? I don't want anything to happen. Take this, please." She held out a backpack. Damon felt relieved. Oh, so she was just worried about him. That was kind of nice in an odd sort of way. Usually, it was the other way around as she was still sort of human.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be careful. Nothing's going to happen, May. Stop being such a worry-wart." And, with that, he took the backpack, located his boots, pecked May on the lips, and left the house.

Damon couldn't get the warning out of his mind. He checked his watch. It was 11 o'clock. This was about the time he'd left the bar, right? See, nothing was going to go wrong. He mentally berated himself for worrying over nothing. He watched Stefan hunt.

"Hurry up, Stefan! I'm not going to wait all day while you attempt to catch bunnies." To Damon's dismay, Stefan slowed down. He looked like an idiot, jogging in slow motion. Damon took advantage of this and gave his brother a shove. Stefan fell to the ground, grunting in pain.

"Stop being an idiot." He gave Stefan his hand, helping him up. What Damon failed to notice, however, was the time. It was now 11:04 PM. This was the exact time that May had cursed him one year ago. As Stefan grabbed his hand, there was a flash of light and Damon felt like throwing up. It was, unfortunately, a familiar feeling. He looked over at Stefan. He'd crumpled back to the ground, moaning. As Damon slid down a tree trunk and onto the ground, there was only one thing running through his mind. Oh, crap!