Thanks guys for all the reviews! I love seeing them and reading what you have to say. They keep me motivated to work a little more at home so I can get a chance to sit down and write for you all. That and its nice to get away from my day. ha. Anyways, here ya goes. Dont forget to review!

Elena covered her mouth, eyes wide in shock. What was she seeing? Was this real?

Damon turned slowly on the bench to face the wounded women, his right hand leaving the keys but his left hand still playing. He guided the women to sit down on the bench next to him, his face slowly changed. Black Veins webbed across his face, his eyes piercing through the darkness. His lips were stained along with the front of his white shirt now that Elena could see at the new angle he presented. His teeth slowly changed and fangs extended and he bit into the womens neck.

Elena stepped back away from the door. Her heartbeat was heavy and hard. She blinked her head hurt. She needed to lay down. She hadnt realized she had tippy toed all the way to her room until she had opened the door and shut it silently behind her.

Elena still in her clothes crossed the room slowly and layed in her bed. Her eyes clenched tight her arms wrapped around her waist. Her stomach hurt, her head was spinning. What was he?

For a long time she layed there trying to make sense of what she had seen. But then just as darkness was coming to claim her, to relieve her of the stress she was under. She remembered the dark veins of a man she had only seen once and he was in her dining room of her home on her brothers engagement day. He hadnt seen her, but she had seen him. His bloody smile just as he began his assult on her family members.

Damon stood in the den with a iron fire poker clutched in his right hand, in his left a empty crystal glass that smelled like whiskey. He knew Elena was in the house, what irritated him was how he had not noticed this until he had sent his afternoon snack on her way with a story about an animal attack on her way home from her farm picking job. He had the same scowl on his face since he had figured out she was here. He had specifically asked her to stay away this weekend, he had plans. Plans that were going to possibly place her in danger.

Damon turned slowly and set the glass on the dark wood desk by the open window. His nerves on the fritz. He lifted his hands and ran them through his raven locks. Fresh air pouring in from outside. It smelled cold and fresh. Winter. That smell always warmed his heart. Since he had found her that night in the field. He listened for a moment, Lucy was coming up the hall. The way her feet shuffled and dragged lightly across the carpet gave away exactly who it was. She paused outside the door and finally knocked after taking in a deep breath.

"Come in." Damon eyed the fire out of the corner of his eye and reached out with the poker and stabbed the wood. Embers flared and crackled in the silence.

"Ms. Elenas things are being washed and will be placed in their proper place. Her winter wear we assumed is what she came for and began pulling them out of storage..Do you suppose she grew any?" The little old maid tucked her hands into her large sleeves. Her skin cold. Damon turned to face her, he listened to her frail old heart skip a beat as she eyed his face. No matter what he did, no matter how many times he had seen her through the day. Every time he had that particular affect on her.

Damon thought back to that night several years ago when he had figured out her secret.

"Lucy. Why are you still polishing the silver?"

"Jean Luc.. you know why. Your mother will be here tomorrow and I only want them to be spotless. You know the old women hates me.. I just want her approval."

Damon blinked a little taken back. He stepped closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her head tilted up, beautiful green eyes gazed at him, even behind the wrinkles around her eyes. He stared at her seeing something that knocked him off his feet. For a split second he could see the young women she had been many years in the past. She must have been a sight to see, but how had she become a nanny? Questions brought to life by the women he gazed upon. Who was this Jean Luc and what was the story of her life. He could see the affection in her eyes look at him with nothing but endless love.

"Lucy..Im not Jean Luc..." Damon muttered lightly, his heart hurt for her knowing the pain she would endure with that sentence. Her eyes watched him for a second. He could see the confusion on her face before recognition kicked in. Her wrinkled weathered hands shook suddenly and dropped the silver spoon she was holding. Her body stepped back to place some space between them, her hand raising to her forehead. He listened to her heart pick up its pace.

"Im so sorry Mr. Wells..I forgot...I forgot when I was." He realized then with those words what was wrong with her. She was sick, not physically but mentally. He smiled sadly at her and escorted her to her room after she had calmed down to get some rest. He hadnt the heart to send the women away after realizing her sickness. She had done too much for Him and for Elena. She had become a sort of second mother not only to Elena but Damon. The women was quick as a whip and as sharp as a dagger. But this startled him.

" Mr. Wells?" Lucy asked again a bit confused, her weight shifted from one leg to the other. She didnt want to get to close to him. It was hard on her he knew but there she stood.

"Ill go and fetch her and discuss with her what she needs and what not. Go and Ill find you later Lucy."

Lucy nodded her head and stepped out of the room. Placing the poker in its place he made his way into the hall and up the stairs. Lucy in her own way had given him the courage to go up and ask. Damon focused on the task at hand. Clothes. He was about to knock when he heard the sound of quill on parchment. Bringing him up short. He had forgotten her passion. But what was she writing about? Did she not want to speak to him anymore? Their was a reason behind this. He had never felt like this before about his little ward. Something was off, he was sure of it. She had not announced herself when she came home which was unusual for her. Normally she had bounded through the house practically singing her arrival. Yet. This time she hadnt even come out yet to see him. He usually would have knocked but his anxiety got the better of him.

Opening the door he found an Elena he had never seen before sitting on the large canopy bed in the middle of the room. Wisps of white sheer cloth still hung loose around the bed. Damon swollowed, his body frozen in place.

Elena was clad in white, her under garmets clung to her body tightly, she had yet to pull on the fluffy white garmet that poofed out around the waist to make the females bottom larger. To Damon that peice was completely useless. A womens figure needed no such enhancement. Her brown hair pulled over her shoulder in light waves. His thoughts all stopped and he had forgotten why he had come into the room.

"Mr. Wells! You're supposed to knock before entering a ladys room!" Elenas face turned red as she pulled her book over her breasts.

Damon skipped apologizing trying to find his voice. His brain kicked back in on over drive. His tone coming out a bit more stern than he had intended. "I had asked for you to stay in the city. Why are you here?"

Elena stared at him, the red in her cheeks changing to pink embarrassment. "I had to get my winter clothes. It's been cold this past week."

Damon shifted his weight and stepped closer. He had never once compelled her but he had the urge to do so. He still felt an odd air in the room. Blue eyes tore away from her face as he stepped around the bed. He no longer was looking through the sheer white cloth that somewhat was hiding her body from him. He could fully see her now, he could see that she no longer was a meer girl but she had grown up. Damon swallowed and placed his hands on his hips a little unsure of what to do with them. His upper row of teeth burned, the skin around his eyes tightened.

"Why didnt you let me know when you got in last night?" Elena could see the monster in him working over time behind the blank face he held. She had never felt so aware of him than in that moment. It surprised her that she wasnt terrified after she had slept on the fact that she had caught him biting a women in his den the night before.

When Elena had awoken, she had laid in bed blankely staring at the ceiling thinking about everything she had witnessed. Everything she had ever been through with him. He had saved her, he clothed her and fed her. He laughed with her and played with her. He had taken care of her. Even if he was a monster..who ate people. Could he really be all that bad? But then again a monster had attacked her family, blood on his mouth. She had so many questions but she was scared to ask.

"I thought you were asleep." Elena blinked and bit her bottom lip. She hadnt taken a large breath yet, nervous. Brown eyes taking in all the small details of her guardian. The grey in his hair seemed fake. He didnt look a day older than maybe 26, yet he had grey hair? No wrinkles.. nothing. His skin was smooth and perfect, it was tight and firm all along his cheeks and around his eyes.

Elena stood and set the book down lightly on the soft bed. She remembered when he had towered over her. Now he wasnt so tall anymore. Perhaps a head taller than her. Her heart began to pick back up slowly as her hand rose to touch his cheek.

Damon shifted his weight uncomfortable, she wasnt dressed proper and here he was standing in the middle of her room. This..couldnt be right. Could it? Tearing his eyes away from her form he cleared his throat. "Well,..I suppose I should leave you to get dressed. We can discuss this down stairs."

Turning on his heel he made to move to the door. But a pair of soft hands wrapped around his torso. Her body pressed against his back. Damons blue eyes grew wide. He could feel her breasts against his back, her heart hammering against her rib cage. Each wave of her heart against his back knocked like thunder through him. A lust he hadnt felt before tore through him.

"Dont go Damon." Damons throat was suddenly dry. She had never called him just Damon. Elena had been forbidden to call him anything but ' ' for so long that hearing his name shattered everything inside him. The fatherly figure in him shattered into pieces after that and a new sight grew on him.

"Elly..no. Elena. I have things I need to attend to." Damon closed his cerulean blue eyes and peeled her hands away from his body and exited the room closing the door behind him.

Damon leaned against her door listening to the sounds from the other side. He could smell the salt in the air from the fresh tears she was shedding.

Elena had come closer to the door but hadnt touched it. She had wanted to talk to him about everything. Wanted him to know he could talk to her. That she knew he was different. But she had mistaken him turning away from her for irritation and frustration. After all he must have been horribly upset with her not listening to him, or letting him know she was in. After all he had every right to be..considering what he had set this weekend aside for.

Elena rubbed her eyes to get rid of the fresh tears in her eyes and moved to the bed picking up the dress she was to be wearing for the day. It was a cream colored dress with tan trimmings along the bottom and sleeves. Tan buttons all the way from collar to the floor and a tan belt to match to wrap around the middle. Elena pulled her hair up into a messy bun and stuck a metal pin through it to hold it in place. The full length mirror stood before her, she could see that she no longer was the little girl he had rescued in the field behind her home. Closing her eyes she sighed. He had saved her, he wasnt all bad. She was conviced of that. But a question she had never asked suddenly popped into her head. Why was he there that night?

Her head hurt. She wanted to talk to him about everything but how did you come about asking someone a question like that?

Elena found herself in the kitchen. Lucy stood at the wood burning stove looking into the fire inside the space at a bread pan. It smelled like cinnamon raisin bread. Her tummy growled causing her to smile.

"Lucy that smells really good." Elena stepped up to a chair at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Lucy turned, her grey hair pulled into a braid behind her back. Her smile broke across her face like the morning dawn at the compliment. Elena couldnt help but smile back at her.

"Thank you Miss Elena. Has Mr. Wells seen you yet about your clothes?" Lucy pulled on her oven mits and turned to grab the hot pan.

"Oh, uhh no. Actually. But Yes my winter clothes. I need them. It's getting way to chilly at school."

Lucy snorted as she set the pan down and closed the iron door to the stove. "Well no kidding. Look at you! You're not eating well at that school. I tell Mr. Wells all the time you need to come home. You're going to come back nothing but walking bones one of these days." Her brows wrinkled as she eyed Elena but the smile still held on her face. Elena snickered.

"I eat Lucy I promise." Elena held her hand up and the other over her heart. "Scouts honor."

Lucy shook her head and turned the pan over on the table to knock the bread loose from the pan. "I dont believe that for a second little lady. You need a women cooking for you. Besides. Charlotte has been driving me crazy."

Elena started laughing then. "I knew there was another reason for wanting me home!" Lucy shot a dirty look at Elena and set the empty pan into the sink and grabbed a bread knife to cut it for Elena. Cutting her a few slices and placing them on a white porceline plate.

Elena picked up the bread to munch on it. "Speaking of Charlotte where is she? Im surprised she hasnt made her way here yet."

Lucy shrugged her eyes tearing away from the bread to someone behind Elena. Her eyes lit up at the sight. She knew it had to be him.

"Elena Im leaving for the afternoon. I will talk to you when I get back. Their is something in town I need to take care of." Damon frowned, he needed more time to think about all this. A sigh from Lucy refocused his current train of thought. He smiled and waggled his brows at Lucy.

Elena turned to look at him. He was dressed nice enough, he was holding a package in his hand. She eyed it seeing only a name. Stefan? Who was Stefan? Elena frowned and nodded at him. He turned and left the kitchen through the door after nodding quickly at Elena. Cold air filtered in from the outside then was cut off with the shutting of the door.

Lucy sighed. "That man..is gorgeous." Elenas eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her head snapped to the side looking at Lucy.

"Lucy!" Lucy smiled something devilish and picked up a peice of bread.

"What you're old enough to talk about these kinds of things now. Speaking of which. Anyone caught your eye at that school of yours?"

Elena still in shock shook her head no. "Lucy, it's an all girls school. You know that." Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Isnt there like dances or something at that school. Ball room dancing? I know they have to partner you with boys for those. Maybe at mass at church?"

Elena shrugged. "Meh..Not so much Lucy. I mean sure we do see them maybe once every few days but it's not like we get to speak to one another. The teachers are always so aggressive about silence during lessons." Elena bit into the toast, goose bumps rose on her skin.

"Goodness Lucy this is amazing. I love how when Im home you make it for me."

Lucy winked at her and reached for the milk pitcher and poured them both a glass.

"Thank you Lucy." Elena hopped off her chair and left Lucy standing in the kitchen smiling.

Walking down the hall she turned and paused mid stride. A thought occurred to her to poke through his things for clues. Damons door to his den was slightly open. She had never been banned from ever entering anywhere in the home but suddenly the thought of going into the room had her heart racing. Making her way over she placed her hand on the cool wood and pushed the door open.

The piano sat perfect in the corner facing the bay windows. The large burgundy drapes pulled open so she could see out the side of the house where the garden wrapped around. Elena blinked and stepped into the room. It smelled like smoke from the burning embers in the fireplace. Standing closer to the fire place she held her cold hands out to feel the soft warm heat rolling off the wood. A shiver coursed up her spine. Not enough wood. Elena knelt down and picked up a cut peice of log and tossed it onto the flames and grabbed some oil and poured a bit onto it to catch fire. She smiled and set the little oil jug down and found herself looking at Damons business desk. Everything was neat in piles on his large desk. Stepping around the desk she sat in the chair. She smiled and tapped the desk with her nails. This was where he did his business. Where he wrote his letters to her. A stack of envelopes sat on the edge of the desk opposite of her, her hand extended to grab them when something caught her eye. A letter with a odd crest on it. A large S in the middle.

Elena couldnt help it she picked it up. It was in a language she didnt understand. A word caught her eye and she realized it was in Italian. Elena frowned. What did this letter say? The name at the bottom of the letter connected once again.

Stefan Salvatore.

Salvatore. Did Damon have family? Could a person like him have family? Elena frowned and leaned back in the large leather chair.

"Miss Elena.." Lucy announced herself into the room. Lucy seemed calm yet confused.

"Lucy? What is it?" Elena stood and made her way over to the frail older women.

"There is someone at the door. He said he's looking for his brother. He wants to be invited in."

Elena sighed. She hated that rule of Damons. To never look to see who it was or just invite someone in. It was plain rude to not talk to a guest face to face. He said it was just to keep them safe. To never invite a stranger into the home without his approval. He wanted to be the one to answer the door and greet the guests. She hadnt really understood the dynamics of his choices. Leave the doors unlocked all the time, but not greet guests or answer the door? Odd choices.

"Well tell him to come back another time."

Lucy nodded and left the room. Brother? Perhaps it was this Stefan character. Moving to the window she waited and saw the back of a young man approach a black horse. He grabbed the saddle and hoisted himself up. Elena shivered when he turned his head. Green eyes caught brown and Elena gasped.

Oh goodness. Trouble. I wonder where Damon went with the package he had. Wonder how Stefan had come to their home.

Lucys story in my head is a bit sad to me and I want to share it with you all. Shes like a second mother to Elena and to Damon over the years. Besides it's a nice connection to an older adult.

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