Hi everyone! I am new to the site and decided to write a fanfiction of my own. I`ve been reading fanfiction since I was 12ish and after 5 years there is really nothing out there that grabbed my attention anymore, so I decided that I was going to write my own. I just hope it goes well. I have been writing for a while now but never published anything, but I thought I would share this one with everyone to get your opinion on it. Be nice, but not to nice. I will update when ever I can but I can`t promise any routine schedule for updating. I have a busy life that I can`t put on hold just for a story. Sorry, but it`s true. This is a hobby that comforts me and gives me control over something. I`ll take suggestions and ask questions on what you all think should happen to help make the story better. Thanks! I hope you like it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vampire Diaries or Twilight! If I did Jasper would be my sexy slave and Damon would never wear a shirt (or clothes for that matter! xD) All credit for the characters go to L.J. Smith and Stephenie Meyer, the plot is mine to play with.

All was quiet in the Salvator Boarding house. No noises. No commotion. No fighting or arguing. The morning sun was rising, but had yet to shine through the large bedroom that Damon was sleeping in. He was silent as he laid in the sheets, his body nude underneath. He was relaxed for the first time in a long while. His arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. How has his life become so peaceful? No Klaus drama? No whining Elena? No Stefan to annoy him at such an early hour? He was becoming … bored.

Stirring from beside him caught his attention. Her body shimmered and glowed as the sun peaked through the long, dark curtains that covered the window. She was bare as well and rested, fast asleep, on Damon's chiseled chest. He smirked at the beauty that shared his bed. She moved but did not awake from her, well deserved slumber from the pleasure of the night before. Her long, mahogany hair flowed around her face, down her neck, and rested on her lower back. Damon ran his hand through the silky waves, yet she did not awake.

His thirst for a strong drink forced him to move the sleeping beauty and get out of bed. He put on a pair of black jeans that rode low on his hips. He made his way downstairs, being careful not to wake anyone. He made his way to the drink bar and poured himself a generous serving of his favorite scotch. Just as he was about to take a sip, the doorbell rang. He let if go. To early in the morning to deal with anyone's problems. Especially at seven on a Saturday. But it rang again. And again. And again.

"Someone is obviously not taking a hint," he said quietly to himself, but yet he still walked to answer the door, figuring it was Alaric or Liz. But what greeted him, caused him to almost drop in drink in surprise, and hatred. Seven pairs of golden eyed, pale people stood before him. One he recognized with no problem at all, and the others he knew from stories.

"Well what do we have here? I suppose this isn't a personal call considering I haven't seen you in over 150 years." Damon had his way with words and the starkness that came with those words was unsurprising to the scarred, blonde male that stood before him. "Miss me Jasper. Bet you did. I know everyone does after so long." A prominate smirk on his face.

"Damon Salvatore," Jasper breathed. "To be honest I was not expecting you at all."

"Hmp. Well, what do you want? I have better things to do then stand here. Like a beautiful brunette lying in my bed waiting to be ravaged.'

Jasper was not amused, but again not surprised at Damon and his ways. "I was looking for Stefan, …"

"Why is it always Stefan? First Elena wants him, then Klaus. I can't catch a break can I?"

"Either of you will do in this desperate time. Can we come in and talk?'

"Sure. Why not? Just be quiet. I really don't want to put up with a cranky wife."

All seven made their way into the home and escorted to the parlor. "Make yourselves at home." Damon made his way, again to the drink bar for another drink.

"Did the infamous ladies man Damon Salvatore just say wife?' Jasper asked with a chuckle.

'Happily you prick. Nice body, good in the sac. Her personality isn't bad either. Bitchy as hell though. Annoying at times, and she has raging family issues."

"Sounds perfect for you then. Let me introduced you to my family …. "

"Yeah, that's not necessary. I know all about the Cullen Clan. You got your doctor, Carlisle, and his wife Esme. Ever play Doctor and Nurse? Then there's monkey man Emmett and the Ice Queen Rosalie. Edmund is the mind reader, Pixie over there is the seer, and then there` s the God of War himself. I know I'm right so there is no use in denying it." Damon finished his speak only to turn around to seven shocked faces. His smiek was very much so present.

Jasper was the first to recover. "How do you know all that?"

"Little birdie might of told me a few things." Damon's goal was to distract from that, "so what is the thing you need help with now?"

Pixie stepped forward with a photo. "We are looking for his girl. Her name is Bella Swan. We haven't seen her in 15 years. She was part of our family, we want her back and … "

"Woah woah woah. Wait! You're telling me that the girl in this picture is named Bella. And you knew her."

Edmund decided to speak up then. "so you know where she is then? I will do anything in my power to get her back. She is the love of my life."

Damon raised an eyebrow at this statement and started to circle around the room looking at the picture. The girl was stunning. Her heart shaped face smiled bright as she hung tightly to Edmund. The background was littered with what seemed like a forest, making Damon believe this was taken in Forks. The girl in this picture and the girl he knew were two every different people. "You said her name was Bella?" Damon asked for a second time. "You are positive?"

"Her full name is Isabella Marie Swan. Her mother is Renee and her father is …"

"Charlie. Yeah I know the story."

This caused Carlisle to speak up for the first time. "Story?"

"Isabella, so you have taken to calling her, doesn't existed."

"That's not even plausible. I held her. I kissed her. I know who she is and she is most defiantly real!" Edward said, his voice rising into a yell.

"This picture is a lie! She never existed. Bella Swan was a façade that was taken to the extreme to gain information about you. You fell for a fake person that never even felt the same way back! She never considered you family. You were a way for her to get closer to Jasper. To learn everything she could about him."

"Jasper? What are you talking about? Bella would never fake anything," said Esme. Her natural defense came out for her lost daughter.

Damon's laugh was quiet. A chuckle even, " The girl in this picture is not Bella."

"Then who is she? Where is she" Emmett asked.

"Her name is Aria Mickelson-Salvatore."

"Salvatore?" Jasper questioned.

"Yes. Salvatore. My wife."