✔️| My True Family (A Twilight / TVD /TO Crossover)(K.M Love Story) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 165- Flashback🌑🌓🌕

Flashback, 50 years ago.

Damon Salvatore smirked spontaneously as he entered his apartment, compelled of course, there was no way he'd pay for anything. He had brought the apartment many years ago, it was a getaway from his family which he enjoyed.

Bella entered the apartment also with a dramatic eye roll as she saw her brother sipping from the neck of a blonde human, it look like a slaughter house in his bloodied rooms and she wanted to gag at the sight but dismissed it, their family needed them at that time, Stefan had drank human blood and disappeared on a ripper binge.

Damon was aware of her entry but chose to pretend it hadn't happened, turning his attention back to the various backed females that flaunted around in his petite house.

"Damon!"

"Yes little sister?"

"Can you cut this little party short, you need go go home now."

"And why is that exactly?"

"Stefan went on a ripper binge"

"Saint Stefan? Who would've guessed"

"This isn't funny Dame, Jenna will never forgive you if you don't come home"

"Well I'll be damned if a person dislikes me"

"What's wrong Damon? Why are you being like this? I want to help you?" She hugged him gently and the naked females scattered.

"It's Elena"

"What did she do?"

"What she always does"

"Okay, I kinda get what you mean but can you at least give me a two lines version so I can pretend to help?" She smiles.

"She kissed me"

"Is that why you are sad?" As Bella thought about it, she came to the realisation that this event was possibly the reasoning behind Stefan's binge.

"Yes! I mean why can't she just make up her mind! She keeps changing what she wants and I can't seem to let her go no matter how hard I try."

"It's okay Dame, one day you'll find the person you want to spend forever with and Elena will seem like nothing, just a milestone that brought you closer to you happily ever after.

Present day.

"I'm sorry but I'm failing to see how this is of any relevance" Dorian chided, they now all sat around in the parlor, Bella resting in Klaus's lap as Damon retold the tale. Dorian already knew the story of course, having been the one who watched it unfold from the shadows.

"We're getting there Dorian"

"Just because you know the story, doesn't mean we all do" Katherine sighed and the two thousand year old warlock rolled his eyes, twirling Davinas curls around his fingers in boredom.

"Anyway, after that we left the apartment and went for a walk to a bar where I wanted to visit a friend. We were due to return home that day but we never did...."

Flashback, 50 years ago.

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amon and Bella walked side by side down the street, their shoes clicking against the sidewalk continuously.

"Do you think it is worth it Damon? We really should be getting home before Jenna and Alaric get worried."

"I don't want to go back yet...I can't face her"

"...okay, but we need to get on the plane by tonight, it's a nonrefundable ticket." She whistled and he chuckled as they turned another corner "where are we going exactly?"

"Right here"

"Why?"

"Some old friend told me to meet him but he doesn't seem to be anywhere around here" Damon sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning a card in his hand to check be had the right location.

"He's probably late"

"No...we were late Bell...by ten minutes, he should be here"

"Maybe he left?"

"No, he knows I'm always late, he'd wait"

"I don't have any other theories" she admitted with a light chuckled her hand scrubbing her forehead briskly.

"What should we do?"

"Wait a few more minutes"

"Just in case?"

"Yeah, just in case"

Present day.

"Get to the good part already!" Dorian cut Damon off again and everyone glared at the warlock.

"Shut up Dorian" Stefan grumbled, he'd been waiting fifty years to hear that story and now that he was, an evil witch was going to ruin it.

"I was about to get to the good part but now I've lost me rhythm" Damon glared "basically, we then got vervained and woke up in an unknown location" he spoke in an alleged 'spooky voice' to set the tone.

Fifty years ago.

Damon growled in pain and sat up stiffly, glancing around him and seeing the walls dancing before his vision.

"Can someone stop the room from spinning!" He grumbled out and rubbed his eyes, hearing another groan to his right.

"I feel like my brain is going to explode" he turned in that direction and saw a stone wall, however there was a window type opening which was barred. On the other side of the bars he saw his sister lying in the same position as him. "Are we in prison? damn it Damon what did you do?!" She grumbled.

"I didn't do anything!" He defended as the room stopped acting like a carousel on steroids.

"This is the last time I willingly help you with anything"

"Ah, new voices, nice to meet you" they both turned and in the 'cell' to Damon's other side was a male, dark hair and eyes with tanned skin . he seemed about Damon's age and he harnessed a preppy smile.

"Who the hell are you and where they hell are we?"

"My name is Lorenzo, call me Enzo and I have no idea where we are"

"Brilliant."