AN: This is my first story, so please me know what you think &' how I can improve.

I suppose this story takes place in S5... But, I don't really know.

It's probably going to be AU.

Alright.

Enjoy, bitches.

She stepped out of the black SUV and, quickly made her way across the leaf covered yard, the leafs crunching beneath her feet. The windows of the SUV were tinted, so even if she wanted to wave good bye, she couldn't.

Her lip quivered and, body shook with fear as she approached the front door to the mansion. She didn't know why she was there, or what she was doing... All she knew was that she had to do it.

Barely letting her fist touch the door, she knocked gently against the cold wooden frame and, jumped back when it swung open. "What?" A curt voice asked.

She flinched and, averted her eyes. "I uh... I'm exposed to ask for Damon Salvatore."

"That's me. What do you want?" He asked, his voice thick with irritation.

"I don't really know. I just..." She struggled to put into words what she needed to say.

He grabbed onto her arm and, pulled her inside. "Sit down." He snapped, nodding his head in the direction of the couch.

She did as he asked, frightened of what was to come. "Now," He sat down on erect from her on the other couch, "What's your name?"

"Katie." She whispered, twisting her fingers together, mimicking with them the way her stomach felt.

Damon growled, knowing exactly who the damn kid was. "Half vampire... Half human. Right?" He asked.

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Hmm." He mused, standing up and, circling around her. "I know exactly why you're here, Katie." He put extra emphasis on her name, and talked slowly and, deliberately.

"You do?" She choked out.

"Yes." He leaned down so his mouth was next to her ear and, she could smell his minty breath.

Katie squirmed and, attempted to move, but he clamped his hand down on her shoulder, completely putting her at his mercy. "I know Hanna very, very well."

Her curiosity peeked at how he knew her mother, the woman she'd never lay eyes on. "How?" She whispered, wanting desperately for him to give her some space.

"We were..." He paused, not knowing how to phrase what he wanted to say to the young child before him. "Friends." He decided on.

"Oh." She squeaked.

"Oh." He mocked, standing up and, moving so he could look into her eyes, which were a hazy shade of grey.

"You look just like her. Grey eyes. Light brown hair. Tiny frame. Light freckles." He used his fingers to count off the similarities between Hanna and, Katie.

"I never even met her." Katie quietly told him, suddenly feeling somber.

"She's dead." He said, with no trace of sympathy in his voice, it was as if he was telling her what the weather was.

Katie bit her lip, wanting to scream and, cry at this asinine man. "You're very blunt." She mumbled.

He laughed darkly. "You've no idea."

"I've got a few guesses."

He nodded and, took a deep breath. "I know why you're here... Do you?"

She shook her head. "Katherine said you would protect me."

Damon scoffed. "Of course she did." He paused and, muttered under his breath, "Bitch."

"I'm wanted by vampires." She explained. "My blood can cure vampirism."

"I'm well aware of your... gift. He snapped.

"It's not a gift. It's a curse." She muttered, annoyed at the way he made it seem like she had a choice to be the way she was.

"Tell me a little about what you can and, can't do."

Katie shrugged. "I can compel people, sort of. I have to keep a little bit of blood in my system. And, I'm stronger than most eleven year olds."

"Alright. So, you're eleven?" He asked, continuing his questioning, which was making Katie uncomfortable.

"Yep." She answered, popping the 'p.'

He nodded. "There's rules for staying here."

"Funny." She mused. "You don't strike me as a rules type of guy."

He rolled his eyes. "Let me clarify that for you, there's rules for you." He said, emphasizing the 'you.'

"Okay." She replied, drawling the word out.

"I need to know where you are at all times. Don't lie to me, I will find out, and, you will be in trouble. That's it for now. Got it?"

"I'm eleven, not one." She said, annoyed at the fact that he had to know where she was at every single freaking time of the day.

Rolling his eyes, he said, "Whatever you say, little girl."

Katie's cheeks heated up and, he looked down at her lap.

Damon's next statement proved to Katie just how arrogant he was, "Thought so."

She took a deep breath and, glared at him.

Again, he rolled his eyes, which was starting to get on Katie's nerves. "Awe. That's cute, what could you possibly do to me, little girl?" He taunted, crouching down so they were eye level.

That set her off. "My name's not little girl, it's Katie." She snapped.

"You're acting like a little girl." He pointed out. "And, besides that, you are a little girl."

She huffed indignantly. "Whatever."

"If you break any of those rules, you will be in trouble." He warned, his blue eyes imploring into her grey ones.

"What kind of trouble?" She stuttered, her bravery evaporating.

"I grew up in the 1800's." He began, pacing in front of her. "I'll handle you just like they handled naughty children back then. You'll get a spanking."

"W-What?" She spluttered, completely and, utterly embarrassed.

"I don't like repeating my self." He warned her. "But, I'll let you have a free pass, just this once. I said, you'll get a spanking." His voice brooked no room for argument, and, she looked away from him.

"You can't do that." She muttered. "You aren't the boss of me.

"Oh, I am. As long as you're living in my house, I can punish you however I see fit." He explained, his tone derisive.

"I won't let you! Besides, I don't even want to be here!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her seat on the couch.

He chuckled. "Cute. Sit down. You don't have a choice in the matter, and, you want to know why?" He asked, leaning down so he could whisper in her ear. "Because, you're a child."

She huffed, but relented for now, she still wasn't going to let him spank her, she'd fight him tooth and, nail before she let him hit her. "Yes 'sir." She was feeling brave again and, her answer was sarcastic.

"Good answer." He praised, not angry at all by her tone, just happy that she had good manners.

"Can I go to bed now?" She asked, suddenly tired from the whole mess she'd been forced into.

"Pick a bed room." He said, shrugging, not really caring.

Katie sighed, and, a ghost of a smile traced across her lips. "Alright. Good night, Damon." She said, hugging him.

"Good night." He said, taken aback by her sudden affection.

She headed up the stairs and, once she was out of hearing distance he picked up his bottle of scotch and, took a long swig. "Great. Thanks a lot Hanna." He muttered, plopping down on the couch.


An: This chapter is shorter and, just an introduction. The story will slowly be revealed as it goes on, and, chapters will be getting longer.