Disclaimer : All the characters belong to L. , only the story line is mine.

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The creepy feeling came back to him as he crawled to his bed. Thick sticky mist broke through the room from the ceiling. Dazed completely, he narrowed his eyes making an effort to find the source of the foggy substance clouding continuously in the air. The once opulent place eventually looked alike a sepulchral tomb as the heaviness in the air darkened the hollow space in his room.

"Damn it..." Damon cursed under breath and tossed in his bed, shutting his eyes forcefully to ignore the changes. A slideshow of grim images ran though his vision. "That's it." He muttered and sat up, reaching out for the switch of a designer bed lamp placed beside his bed. The gloomy feeling vanished with the darkness as the room lit up with a mild crimson light. The color reminded him of little admirer, more than admiring she was falling in love with him, her affections towards him were pretty palpable from her behavior. He smirked as the idea of him being together with Bonnie entertained his disturbed mind.

For a moment he thought to call Bonnie and ask her if she would agree to spend the night with him; a company might be helpful fighting with the hallucinations. The thought slapped him at once he thought over. He was thinking to ask Bonnie to stay with him the whole night. He was absolutely going crazy. But there was no possible option before him to avoid whatever weird occurring were going on with him.

First of all the paintings. He always knew how he and his great great grandfather looked similar, but he was clueless how abnormal the similarity was. It was like he was looking into a mirror imported exclusively from Hogwarts where the reflections come in an ancient look. He was practically awestruck discovering the resemblance between him and the original Damon Francesco Salvatore. They had same defined features, same onyx blue eyes, exactly same raven hair. He even found the man smirking at him the same way he does after disorienting people with his extraordinary charisma and charm.

Then started the weird feelings. The house was renovated a year back, yet the old world charm lingered in every brick for his mothers command was to not destroy the beauty of Rosemary with contemporary designs and looks. As soon as he stepped inside the whispers started to hiss in his ears. He was going crazy. Heaving a sigh he went back inside his blanket. He switched off the lamp and closed his eyes. "Damn you Rosemary. I am never ever going to come back here." He murmured.

Damon... save me. Save me... He sprang on his bed, yanking off his blanket. The room temperature was below zero again, it was freezing, numbing his skin. He jumped out of his bed and adjusted the room heater, his sight strayed around to find a slight hint of whatever was wrong. Just like the rest of the mansion, prosperity was visible in his room too. From the lofty ceiling a medieval chandelier was hanging, the wind hit the glasses making a soft tinkling sound.. His dad once told him this was the best room in the Rosemary, which was passed to the elder son as an inheritance for the last couple of generations. Wondering a while looking around the room he finally came back to his bed when he heard the soft wail again, it was coming from somewhere up. He looked upwards and slowly lay himself down.

You forgot me didn't you? Damon... you once loved me... The wailing went on. He glanced at the black Rado in his wrist, it said 11.55. Just five minutes to midnight. he mused and focused on the chandelier. Crystals, and glass accompanied by copper chains created an intricate design. He looked as the night bulb illuminated the whole piece artwork, the soft blue dim light collided with the glass and formed small spectrum which mainly consisted blue and green. He observed how the blue light slipped through the glass and filled the room like dark liquid dreams.

He kept his eyes wide open, to force away the heavy bafflement the house evoked he hummed an old tune inwardly. Their group had planned to spend an entire weekend, and by now he was positive he would be requiring therapy once he gets back to his home.

Damon... speak to me... remember me. The rustle swished around his bed, a muffled cry broke with the words.

"Stop messing with me you bitch." He yelled out loud.

Her large dark brown eyes brimmed with tears. Astonished he eyed her up and down as she slowly rose up on his bed. Her waist long dark unkempt hair hung carelessly around the skirt of her outfit, a proud creation of blue satin and black lace. His heart shattered into pieces looking at her pale lifeless face, her eyes saddened as soon as they met his. Baffled completely he tried to come up with words those might sooth the troubled young lady.

"How could you even utter those cruel words Damon? I was given the impression that you love me. Then how and why are you doing this?" Even though she was just inches away from him, her voice sounded nothing more than a whisper coming from a distant place far away. Before he could comprehend any single thing, he heard himself speaking.

"I loved you Katherine. I was madly deeply in love with your charming persona; I was enthralled by the displays of your kind affections and good nature. I was not aware of this hideous face of yours Katherine." He saw himself rising form the bed, except for his attire that matched the centuries old elite fashion, and his hairdo that matched the paintings he had been seeing ever since he was a little child. Lying still in his bed he watched the drama of love and despair played by the two infamous characters came out of his family history.

"I am ashamed of myself now that I was in love with you." The man spoke with bursting hatred in his tone. She started weeping.

"Don't speak with me like that Damon. I cannot bear your hatred. I love you Damon. It's you whom I always loved."

Her words disappointed him even more, fuming he hissed at her. "If that is the truth as you wish me to believe, please would you care to explain what you have been doing with my baby brother for the past couple of months?" He moved towards her swiftly. "You have played with his heart for such a long time; he now believes you love him. And today when we are on the verge to kill each other to gain your love, you are here declaring your love towards me?"

"He was alike the brother to me, the one I never had the luck to have. Please Damon. Trust me." She walked to him and held his hands against her chest.

"You are a traitorous disgraceful woman Katherine. You did not care to think twice before visiting my room at this late hour of night. You delivered my brother a wrong conception which impelled both of us against each other. My baby brother is today my worst enemy for a reason that never existed. I cannot say any kind words to you Katherine. Leave my room now." In one single breathe he said, the eruption of his disgust reached its unbearable point. She stared at his cold stern face with her face lifeless. Tears washed her cheeks, and she seemed disconcerted.

"But Damon I love you."

"Please leave my room Katherine. I love my brother more than a fraudulent woman who knows anything but to love."

"Trust me Damon, I do love you." She sat down on her knees sobbing. "I love you Damon. I do."

"Then may I ask you for a favor?" He maintained the stern tone.

"Anything Damon, anything."

"Leave both of us alone. I wish to repair our ruined relationship that caused by you. I wish to have my brother back Katherine, he is so lonely. He has no one but me. So I request you to leave and never come back to our lives."

Some silent moments passed by, from his bed he heard her heart beats going down. His palms were sweating; his own heart was racing with the ticking clock in his room.

"I promise Damon. I will never come back to your life, and I will never intrude to your brother's life. You will never see my face again. But Damon, would you please promise me that you will never forget me?" She asked with a faint hope in her voice.

"Is this a condition?" He asked turning his stoic face, his stone-like face displayed his contempt to the crying lady.

"It's a request Damon. Please, remember me..."

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"Damon, wake up." A chirpy voice rang; soft small hands jerked him forcefully. "God Damon you are sleeping like dead."

Damon opened his eyes and a pair of warm brown eyes greeted him. "Good morning Bonnie."

"Good morning. Wake up. We are going for sightseeing. Remember?"

He remembered everything. Everything was crystal-clear to him now. He felt better for the first time since he came to Rosemary. He grabbed Bennie's soft small hands in his and pulled her closer, the crimson-pink shades of her t-shirt crawled to her cheeks as he pulled her closer.

"Da - Damon?" She stammered uncomfortably.

"I love you Bonnie." Damon placed a soft kiss on her lips, a small peck that just confirmed the fact he just said. That he loved her.

Bonnie smiled and lowered her head. "Come every one's waiting for us."

They were heading downstairs together, when Damon suddenly stopped in his trail. He stood in front of a painting of a young woman, beautiful in a mesmerizing way. "Who is she Damon? I asked Klaus, and searched every available detail but couldn't find it. Do you know who she was?" Bonnie asked with her usual warm curiousity. The woman in the painting sat proudly in an armchair, the bright opulence in the background complemented her perfectly.

"She was Katherine Von Swarzschild. She was in love with Damon Francesco Salvatore, my ancestor." Damon said, diving into the pools in her eyes.

"She is Katherine?" He heard Bonnie gasping. "Wow."

"I remember you Katherine, I will always remember you." Damon said inside his mind. A faint smile came back to him with the morning breeze.

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A/N: So Damon still remembers her. But is Katherine worth enough to remember? Working on the next chapter now, and writing some Bamon. Ohhh yes this is a Bamon story. So don't even think Katherine has any chance with Damon here:)

I am too loyal to my favorite couple;)

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