The Lady in Red

The Revealing Journey

There was a sudden knock at the door that made Selina jump. A second later, Elena opened the door and came in, followed by Bonnie. "Is everything okay up here? What's the matter, Selina?"

Selina sat up, looking at Bonnie. "Are you related to a woman named Emily?" she asked her.

Bonnie nodded. "She was an ancestor of mine. That's how I got my powers." To demonstrate, she focused her attention on a pencil on the floor next to the bed and made it levitate. This caused Selina to flinch, and Elena to gently insist that Bonnie stop showing off her powers and let the pencil back down to the floor.

"Don't tell me that you're afraid of witches," Bonnie said, looking up at Selina.

Selina shook her head. "Not necessarily. Emily was the only one that would fit that, and possibly anyone related to her."

Bonnie frowned. "Why's that?"

"Because," Selina said, trying to keep her voice steady, "Emily got me sick. Nearly was the death of me. Probably would have been if Dr. Stensrund hadn't gotten to me first."

"What?" Elena asked, surprised.

"One night, I heard her and Katherine talking to one another about some plan to get rid of me so that I wouldn't interfere with a plot they were making to change Damon and Stefan. A few days after that conversation, I found a basket of flowers outside my bedroom door. I thought it was a peace offering. But then, I began to be sick. The symptoms were mild at first, nothing that really interfered with my daily life, but then I got a high fever, probably 103-104 degrees, and my throat really started to hurt. I had contracted scarlet fever, but no one knew how." She paused, looking at Bonnie. "I know you probably don't believe me, but it's true."

"And on that cheerful note," Damon interrupted quickly before Selina could say anything else, "I have something I need to do today, and Selina, I want you to come with me. I'm sure Stefan and Elena have important business to attend to and we'd only be in the way."

"I thought you liked being in the way," Selina replied.

"Just come on, please?" he said curtly.

Selina was slightly put off, but she followed him out to his car anyway.

Once they were in the car, Selina spoke. "So where are we going?"

"Georgia," he said, smiling.

"Oh, really?" she asked, smiling. "Just going away like that without telling anyone? Should I have packed clothes…or did you have other things in mind?"

The insinuation made him grin, but he sighed after a moment and said "as nice as it would be for that to have been the plan, we're actually visiting an old girlfriend of mine. I have to ask her a question for a project I'm working on."

"Oh." Selina's face fell. "So you're bringing me along…why?"

Damon took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at her. "Bree owns a bar, and you can drink all you want."

"Oh, okay. I'm starting to like this plan better now." Selina was smiling again. Peace had been restored to the car, and the two drove the rest of the way in silence.

Eventually, they pulled up in front of a building that proclaimed it was Bree's Bar. Damon stepped out of the car and walked around to open the passenger side door for Selina. She got out slowly and surveyed the establishment. "It's always the dives that have the best stuff," she remarked as she followed Damon inside.

The second they entered, the woman at the bar's eyes lit up and she came running over to them, giving Damon a hug.

"My, my!" She exclaimed. "Damon Salvatore, it's been awhile since I've seen you!"

As she let him go, he smiled. "It certainly has, Bree."

Then her eyes traveled to Selina. "And who's this?" she asked. "The famous Katherine? Did the spell work?"

"What spell?" Selina asked curiously. "And I'm not Katherine. I'm her older sister, Selina."

"Oh." Bree paused and then headed back behind the bar. "Can I get you anything?" she asked, clearly going for a change of subject.

"I'll have a beer," Selina said, taking a seat on a barstool and spinning it around once. When she was facing the bar again, Bree plunked a bottle down in front of her. She studied it and giggled. "Look at this, Damon," she remarked. "Yankee brand beer. I don't know why they'd buy something called that around here, but if I drink enough of these, then I guess that means I won the Civil War all by myself."

Bree smiled. "And I think you just answered your own question."

Selina cracked open the bottle and downed half of it before coming up for air.

"Wow," Bree observed. "You certainly aren't a novice drinker."

Selina put the bottle down. "You can't live through the twenties and not have at least some experience," Selina replied. Then she gasped and put her hand to her mouth.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Damon said coming up behind her. "Bree knows what we are."

Bree nodded. "I'm a witch myself."

Selina downed the rest of the bottle and then asked for another one. After Bree gave it to her, she hopped off the barstool and wandered over to a pool table, setting up a game. She'd gotten all the solid color balls in the pockets when she realized that Bree and Damon were huddled in the corner, whispering to one another. She put the pool cue down and tiptoed behind them.

"Is there any way I can bring back Katherine without the crystal?" Damon asked.

Bree shook her head. "No, the crystal was the only way. Unless you can find Emily's grimoire. That will have the spell in it that will reverse the one she used to seal Katherine into the tomb."

Then, as Selina watched, Damon ripped Bree's heart out, and she fell to the floor. Normally, this would have made Selina run away, or feel compelled to give him a lecture about killing people. But there was something far more important on her mind, and she made sure he knew what it was when they were on the road again.

"You want to resurrect my sister?" she asked him. "After all that we went through to trust each other again, you want to bring back my sister? And what about that tomb thing Bree was talking about? Stefan told me Katherine died in a fire!"

"She did!" Damon replied. "Sort of. In order to save her from going away completely, Emily did a spell that kept Katherine and twenty-six other vampires in a mummified state in a tomb beneath the church."

"Okay," Selina replied. "So I did my happy dance to 'Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead' for no reason. But that still doesn't tell me much. Have you been stringing me along all this time, waiting for the moment you could bring her back? Is everything I've been feeling for the past few months a lie?"

They stopped at a stoplight. "My original plan when I came back to Mystic Falls was to bring back your sister so that the two of us could be together. Stefan and Elena are at the house probably thinking up ways to stop me. But then you showed up and everything changed."

"And yet you still want to bring her back," Selina said. "I don't think things have changed at all."

He finally took his eyes off the light and looked at her angrily. "Will you just shut up and listen to me?" he yelled. "The reason why I want to bring your sister back now is so that we can have closure."

"Closure?" Selina asked.

"Yeah," Damon smiled. "Don't tell me you never dreamed of going up to her, getting into her face and proving that you're not her silly older sister anymore."

Selina nodded. "If by that you mean have I dreamed of beating the crap out of her, yes, you're correct."

"And you probably would also like to throw it in her face that although it initially seemed like her plan to separate us was successful it ultimately failed, because here we are." The light turned green and Damon began driving again.

"Yeah," Selina was looking dreamy now. "That would be the best day of my life." She shifted in her seat. "So, now that we saw your friend, what are we going to do with the rest of the day?"

"Well," Damon paused for a moment. "I have a thought or two about what we could do. I mean, it's not like we have to rush back, right?"

Selina shook her head. "I don't see why."

"And you mentioned something earlier in the day…asked me if I had other things in mind. Well, now that my business with Bree is complete, there is room for other things."

"Really?" Selina asked, grinning. "You know, I have absolutely no problem with wearing these same clothes tomorrow."

"Okay, that settles it." He made a sharp turn and pulled into a small hotel. It was off season, so when they walked in, there were no other guests around. When Damon asked for a room for them, the desk clerk noticed they had no baggage and gazed at them knowingly, but said nothing.

A few minutes later, they found themselves in their room. It wasn't a honeymoon suite. That would have been too obvious. But it did have a large bed, two comfy overstuffed chairs on either side of a small card table, and to Selina's delight, a fully stocked minibar.

She drank three bottles and then turned to him. "I knew there was a reason I wore my black underwear today," she said. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the floor, followed by her skirt, and her shoes. Then, she jumped on the bed.

"I spent some time at a bohemian colony with Georges Robaud. He was a protégé of Toulouse Lautrec. He taught me lots of things. And not just about art. Do you want me to show them to you?" she asked.

"Yes, I do." Damon was watching her in fascination. She clearly wasn't the girl he'd fallen in love with 145 years ago, but it was times like this that made him like her better now. He climbed in bed next to her, then Selina pulled the sheets over them, and pretty soon, nothing else in the world existed but the two of them.

A/N- In case anyone's interested, there's a story with Selina in the Book Universe too! It's called La Luna Bella.

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