When Life Mirrors Fiction- Reborn to TVD

Flipside

Hey, everyone! Another update is here. Apologies for the delay; I was bedridden thanks to the flu. Life decided to keep me on my toes afterward. I was almost done with this chapter, but a round of rewrites was in order. I wasn't satisfied with the last version, and I've come to realize I prefer the monologue-style storytelling. So, I've reshaped this chapter with that in mind.

Quick heads up, I made a paragraph change in Enzo's part, particularly where he first lays eyes on Bonnie. It hints at the soul mate angle. I've sprinkled a bit more of that in this chapter as well. Enjoy the read, and let's dive back into the story! 

PRESENT AGES: Bonnie, Tyler & Matt - 13 ; Elena & Caroline - 14; Vicki -15 ; Jeremy - 11

Flashback from last chapter

"Well, here it is," Enzo declared theatrically, signaling Damon to Damon pulled up in front of a house that's supposedly familiar—though refurbished, much like a classic with a modern twist.

Damon shot him a sideways glance, taking in the refurbished yet oddly familiar surroundings. "Oh, joy. Another stroll down memory lane," he remarked dryly. "Lead the way, buddy."

"Come on, mate, let's go," Enzo beckoned, leading Damon towards the front door as if it were a grand entrance. He rang the doorbell and added, "And remember, keep the 'mate' banter on mute. Can't confirm it's really her until the big 17."

The door swung open, much to Damon's surprise, revealing Sheila Bennett—the descendant of Emily Bennett, whom he had promised to safeguard. "Oh, welcome back, Enzo, and who's this?" 

Damon's POV

Well, color me surprised. When the door creaked open, I wasn't expecting to see Sheila Bennett, the witchy matriarch of the Bennetts of Mystic Falls. Normally, she's got this menacing aura, like a cat whose fur got ruffled by an unsuspecting hand. But hold the phone, she's giving off a vibe like she's ready to hug the hell out of Enzo. I mean, seriously? Most witches can sniff out a vampire like a bloodhound on steroids, but here she is, treating us like we're just ordinary humans dropping by for tea. Talk about a 180. She went from being the president of the "Anti-Vampire Club" to rolling out the welcome mat for every fangy individual in the vicinity. Somebody must've slipped her a potion of supernatural acceptance or something. Weird.

"Oh, welcome back, Enzo, and who's this?" Sheila inquired, eyeing me like I'm a rare exhibit in a supernatural zoo. Understandable, I suppose, given that I'm the new blood in town – quite literally. Added to that is my infamous reputation in the supernatural community. Though her lack of outright hostility is a twist I wasn't expecting. It's almost like Mystic Falls has become the land of unicorns and rainbows, where vampires get greeted with a casual, 'Oh, hey there, bloodsucker. How's un-life treating you?' Color me intrigued and slightly suspicious.

"Behold, the legend himself, Damon Salvatore," Enzo, the drama king extraordinaire, declared with a theatrical flourish, introducing me as if I'm the star of some supernatural soap opera. "The one I've been regaling you with tales of." He gestured towards me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a flair for the dramatic that rivals Shakespeare. Because why settle for a simple introduction when you can have a full-on performance? It's like living in a world where every day is opening night, and I'm the leading man, whether I signed up for the role or not.

I casually raise an eyebrow and flash what I like to call my charming smile – though, according to them, it's a perpetual smirk etched onto my face. With a playful tone, I follow up Enzo's grand introduction with a quip, "Ah, so you've been entertaining our lovely host with my epic exploits, have you? I hope you've left out the embarrassing bits." Because, you know, even in the supernatural showbiz, a vampire has to maintain a certain level of mysterious allure. Can't have them knowing all the gory details, now can we?