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~~RETURN~~

Summary: After killing Katherine once and for all, Damon returned to the place he once stayed when he was spying on Stefan. But he reached his destination only to find out one devastating truth. Bella's dead. Or is she really?

Damon POV

He had failed. Stefan got Elena and he has no one. Katherine's dead. Fell's Church is in good terms now. Who would want a vampire here? Matt once thought. Yeah, Katherine's gone so everybody now wants to get rid of Damon—the only threat left. Damon thinks that's sweet. But after how he helped them? How he stood up against Katherine himself?

He went to the land where he had stayed while he was spying on Stefan. There, he had a house buddy named Bella. She was the only human person who knew and even understands him. And she was the only girl Damon never sucked blood from. She was weirdly kind and definitely Damon's taste but he never thought of drinking her blood. He talks to her like he expects her to understand. She does understand though.

And He only left there for two reasons.

First, he wants to keep close to Elena and Stefan, and there he lived with Alaric. Second and last, he hated ruining Bella's human life. Bella became his friend, best friend even. But she wanted more. She wanted Damon to be more. She knows about Katherine. She thought she had a chance but when she discovered about Elena's existence…she knew she lost.

"Damon…don't leave." Bella grabbed Damon's arm. He refrained from eye contact as he tugged her hand off him as gently as possible. "When you leave you won't be coming back! Damon, please!" Bella knelt blocking the door as she sobbed, knowing that she's not strong enough to keep him back. "Damon!" he took off as a crow out the window and left Bella sobbing miserably.

He regretted it now. Up there in the sky he was now coming back to that boarding house. He thought about what might had happened to Bella. Did she left? It's been 20 years since he last saw her. And is she…married? He thought sourly, never in his entire life that he thought about getting married. But humans don't have the time of their lives. His mind lingered some more on the topic of getting married when he felt a bit of hunger.

He decided to take a break.

His schedule was a bit in order now that he was free…too free for he has nothing to do. He landed behind a tree alongside the sidewalk. He stayed there for a while and kept on watch for a beautiful girl. It was a nice warm day for human affairs but why does it seem that not much human is around? No beautiful human at least. He decided not to get picky. He saw just a random someone and snatched her and went deep into the forest. She wasn't good-looking, red head, not at all his type, yet she's not that ugly either. Very average looking…Damon wasn't happy about that. Yet his needs were urgent...

The girl was dazed, staring dreamily at Damon like he was an angel…a dark angel actually. Damon smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't worry…it won't hurt if you'll cooperate and you won't even remember pain." Damon leaned in to her neck, which the girl fully allowed. He pierced the girl's skin and sucked the sweet blood imperatively. But he wouldn't want to drain her…the girl has a future he thought bitterly, remembering his friend. He placed her down the trail which will easily lead her out of the forest. He forced some of his charms on the girl. "You met me in a bar, okay?" The girl nodded and a crow flew away.

He flew on a dark alley, where the corner to the apartment. He wondered randomly if he would meet someone he knew…but decided to risk it. People would be at least in their thirties or early forties…and they would notice Damon's forever twenty years old figure that is...if they still remembered him.

"Damon?" an old woman's voice came behind him. It surprised him that it was the caretaker of the house next door who was…still alive. She looked as though she's in her seventies but he knew she was eighty-nine. Wow she's still alive, Damon thought in awe. It surprised him more that the aged woman remembered him. "Damon? Is that you dear?" she adjusted her large glasses and focused on him. He tensed. He was deliberating whether or not he should acknowledge his name.

"Auntie Dell," he greeted coolly and with feigned surprise. It wouldn't make much difference. Dell still lives alone and is still the house caretaker if she would notice that he doesn't age, he can easily compel her with his powers. She's elderly and can easily be mind-controlled.

"Damon…what a surprise to see you…here," she stuttered as she adjusted her glasses to take a good look at him. He stepped back a little, frowning at her. He's sure that she'll notice that he still looked the same. But would anyone believe her? They might even think that she's delusional and put her in a Mental Institution.

"Yeah." He answered wryly. Damon was thinking about the things he needed to know and since the old lady was here anyway...why couldn't she make herself useful? He smiled at her and politely asked, "Auntie, does Bella still live here?" That trick always works to anyone no matter what their age is. That is if they heard him at all...

"What son?" She strained her ears at him. Damon gritted his teeth in frustration. Why do elderly people always do that to him?

He sighed. "Does Bella still live here?" He emphasized every word with feigned kindness. It doesn't help his temper when he repeats himself, but the old lady doesn't notice that.

Realization dawned on the old woman's face. "Oh, no dear." Dell shook her head with remorse. Damon stopped his breathing when he recognized the tone of the voice. His expression was foreign even to him. He was never lost of words but here he is stuttering on the words that can form his question. "Didn't you hear the news, Damon?" Dell asked sadly.

"What news?" he asked. He wasn't someone who takes liking to watching televisions for entertainment. He stared at Dell, trying to read her mind, but all he got was images of the television screen with a burning boat in it. Then it dawned to him. But Aunt Dell continued and said:

"She was one of the passengers of the ship that had been blown up years ago. A month after you left…"

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A/N: This is the first time I wrote a Vampire Diaries and Twilight Crossover so tell me if it's fine or not. I actually forgot that I wrote it, I just found this on one of my folders when I was searching for my paperwork so I decided to post it. I'm planning on adding chapters but not of this time. I'm still busy with school works and training stuffs so my schedule is kind of strained.

~Anyways, His reaction would be in the next chapter.