A forced wedding

FLASHBACK: 

Damon came back home from the war. He rushed inside the house, towards the kitchen. When he had left, Monique had promised him, when he would come back, she, Stefan and him would have their favorite meal together, Away from their father and the servants.

"Monique!?" He shouted, he was certain she would be there to welcome him, for he had a letter, two weeks ago. But she wasn't there. Neither was Stefan.

"Stefan?" He called out.

"Don't make so much noise!"

Giuseppe Salvatore came out from the study, and said crossly. He didn't make an effort to look glad his son was safe...or even home.

Damon ignored him, and rushed upstairs. He found a 16 year old Stefan Salvatore in Monique's bedroom, lying on her bed. And he was crying.

"Stefan?" Damon said softly.

Stefan rushed towards him and hugged his brother, whom he hadn't seen in seven months.

"Damon..." Stefan cried. "Father sold her..."

"What?" Damon said loudly. "He sold what?"

"Our sister...." He sobbed, "He sold Monique...."

Damon was speechless.

"I want her back, Damon..." Stefan was crying like a little baby, the truth was, they were close, all of them.

"We'll get her back brother....." Damon told him, "We'll get her back, little brother, I promise!!"

"How are we going to do anything, Damon?" Stefan asked him. "How....?"

"I am going to have a chat with father!" He told his brother.

Damon ran down the stairs, and punched the study door.

"Get out of this room, father!" He shouted. "We need to talk!"

Giuseppe Salvatore came outside, angry and looked white in the face. He took a step towards Damon, and slapped him.

"Father!" Stefan yelped.

Damon staggered behind, and held himself together and stood up straighter.

"You sold Monique?" Damon shouted again.

"I married her....!"

"Without us!" Stefan shouted.

"I married her....because I am her father!" He yelled at them. "I married her to Gregory Fell!"

"Gregory Fell?!" Damon whispered.

He hated that guy. He was the worst person his sister could be married to. Gregory Fell was a flirty, crazy person. He was snotty. He always looked down upon Stefan and Damon because he was much richer than the Salvatores.

"I am going to kill him!" Damon ran towards the door. Stefan followed his older brother.

Giuseppe Salvatore stared at his sons who were running outside the house, and down the street. 

Damon Salvatore crashed, opened the door, and entered the Fell House without permission. Stefan followed him.

"Monique?" He shouted.

"If it isn't Damon Salvatore?!" Gregory Fell came outside, and Monique was standing on the top of the stairs, her face was bruised.

"Monique?" Stefan's voice was barely audible, his eyes teared up. He couldn't believe it.

She came running down, and Gregory Fell between her and her brothers.

"Get out of my way!" Stefan suddenly became angry.

"Oh...Now the little brother is going to fight me too!" The man laughed at him.

Stefan pushed him away, and Gregory Fell took out a pistol.

"I'll kill you!" He told Stefan, "Better yet...." He turned the pistol towards Monique. "I'll kill her before you,"

"No!" Both the Salvatore brothers shouted.

Gregory Fell laughed like a maniac as his finger pressed the trigger, and Monique Salvatore's screams echoed. She cried as she held the bleeding wound. Stefan rushed towards her.

And Damon. He didn't know what overcame him. Or Why he did what he did. He took out his own weapon given to him by the army. He shot Gregory Fell in the head.

Damon and Stefan were taking Monique back to the house, when they saw Katherine standing in the garden.

"Katherine?" Stefan squinted.

"What happened?" She said loudly. 

She saw the wound, and then the distress on Stefan's face. She disliked Monique for no reason…..But, she decided to help. For Stefan's sake.

"Let me help you. I can make this go away."

"What?" Stefan and Damon looked confused.

She took them towards the shed, and bit her arm. She shoved her bleeding arm into Monique's mouth.

Both of them looked shocked. Monique took a step back. She compelled them both. Stefan was already compelled to drink her blood. Damon had been drinking it since the last time they met, a few months ago, before he had to go back to army camp. He had a drink when he came back.

Now, Monique's blood had vampire blood too. And nothing would have stopped them from becoming vampires that night.