Wow, I just have to say it. I never could have imagined the response I would get for this story. Personally I don't see myself as that good of a writer, (at all). But, you guys disagree so who am I to argue. Any advise or suggestions is more than welcomed, I'm begging for it here. Also wanted to add that none of this would be possible with out my beta and best buddy, ilovethehappybunny.

Okay to answer some questions: One asked if I was going to have the fire as a arson, the answer is I have no idea. Maybe, I hadn't considered until you mentioned it and I have to say I like it, and I'll give it more thought, also if your reading this who would you have start the fire? Let me know.

Chapter Two

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Sounds assaulted her from every direction; the pounding of rain against stone walls, just beyond that she could make out footsteps from beneath her, the sliding of a chair against hardwood floors. The pulsation in her head refused to cease, and her mind was blank. Not a single clue as to where she was or how she got there.

She cracked her eyes open slightly in an thwarted attempt to discover her surroundings.

Big mistake.

She quickly snapped them shut against the onslaught of light. Everything was unbearably bright. It felt like her retinas were on fire.

Oh God!

Fire!

Her house was on fire! Well, at least it had been...but she could smell no trace of smoke in the air. She could however smell everything else; old fashioned beeswax, the scent of a heavy rainstorm. A familiar scent drifted from the sheets and circulated the room.

Something aphotic and affluent, dangerous and smooth with the aftertaste of expensive whiskey. It was oddly comforting.

Then there a scent that overpowered all others. It overwhelmed her until it was the only thing she was aware of. It was potent and powerful, and all around delicious. It awakened a profound burning in her throat.

She was both hungry and thirsty, but somehow she knew that what this scent was, it could cure both.

Her eyes snapped open, this was getting her nowhere. If she wanted to find whatever smelled so luscious then she had to get up. Her eyes seemed to have adjusted to the light. But everything was distracting her.

Dust particles floated through the air, they were bright and colorful. She reached out her hand and fought back a giggle of delight. She sat up to gain a better reach and the sheet slipped revealing her state of undress. Her clothes were no where to be seen.

She pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her. She about jumped out of her skin when a book fell from the folds of the sheet and hit the floor. She reached down and pick it up. It was an old battered copy of Gone With The Wind.

"Margaret Mitchell? You didn't strike me as the type."

"The type of person who can appreciate great writing?"

"Fair enough."

Damon.

She was in his room. She had woken up in Damon's bed...naked.

Had they...? And if they did then why didn't she remember it? Where was he?

'Okay first clothes. Then answers.'

Her search for clothes proved to be futile so she settled for one of his black button down shirts. It only reached her thigh, but it was that or the sheet.

She caught sight of her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was deathly pale, her veins were a dark bruise like blue below her nearly transparent skin. She had been around enough vampires to recognize the signs.

She hadn't made it out of the fire alive. Who ever had saved her hadn't made it in time. But they had brought her here. It had probably been Damon, coming by to check on her. His blood had still been in her system from his contingency plan in the battle against Klaus.

This meant that John had died for nothing. Jenna was dead leaving just her and Jeremy. Would her brother prefer she was dead, could he deal with her being a vampire?

He had dated one, okay two counting Vikki. He didn't seem to mind Caroline, and he and Damon were friends even though Damon had snapped his neck. So Jeremy would be okay with it.

As would Caroline and Tyler. Ric, well Ric would help her out of love for Jenna. Stefan was gone so nothing to worry about there. Bonnie on the other hand was another matter all together, she might even go so far as to try and kill her, so she made a note to watch her back around the her witch best friend. Damon...how would he react?

Damon was certainly not predictable under the best of circumstances, trying to tell how he would react to this was impossible. Sure he had been the one to force her into taking his blood. He would feel guilty for forcing it on her, but she would have taken it willingly had he given her the chance. She could talk to him, make him see that it wasn't his fault. He had fought for her life until Elijah had ripped Klaus' unbeating heart from his chest. He had stood beside her when his brother, who had sworn to love her forever, left with the woman who had caused their deaths and hatred of one another.

Damon loved her, and she now knew that she loved him. But it would take time and actions not words, to convince Damon of this. He truly believed that she could never love a monster like him, but would he believe it now? When she was a monster too?

Okay let me know what you think and were you want me to go with it.