TVD The Blood Games

Disclaimer: The vampire diaries does not belong to me. Only the OC, Dorothy I created belongs to me. I borrowed some of the lines from the flashback portion of the episode Black Hole Sun.

I posted this story on Wattpad too under the same username. I got a positive response there so I thought I post here too. I have this story mostly outlined with how I want it to go. Just as a warning it may take a bit for Klaus to show up as Dorothy has to grow up first. Hopefully the wait will be worth it in the end. I plan to mess with canon with addition of Dorothy. I hope you all enjoy my writing!


Chapter 1: Meeting Damon

April 1994

Dorothy was in her playroom playing with her dolls when she hears the doorbell ring. A grin grows on her face. A visitor! Dorothy loved when people came over. She wondered if it was one of her parent's friends or maybe a new person. She'd go and see!

"You must be Damon." Dorothy heard her daddy say to someone at the door as she entered the front hall.

"Damon, this Zach Salvatore. He owns the house now, he knows the family history, and I told him if you got out of line, I'd take care of you myself." Cousin Stefan said as he gestured to daddy. He showed up here a few days ago. Daddy said he was just visiting from travelling and that he was her distant cousin. He was very nice but kind of boring.

"Hi Mr. Damon!" Dorothy said inserting herself into the adult conversation.

Mr. Damon who was giving Cousin Stefan an annoyed look, startled. He looked down at her with surprise before he smirked, "Hello there munchkin."

"My names Dorothy!" she corrected him. He laughs. She frowns at him slightly offended but confused by his laughter. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"You've ever seen the Wizard of Oz, kid?" he questioned.

"No, what's that?" she asked, curious.

"An old movie about a girl named Dorothy who ends up in munchkin land because of a hurricane. Your name is Dorothy I called you munchkin" he explained offhandedly.

"Oh, that is funny!" she laughed, getting it now.

He just smirked again. She had a feeling he did that a lot.

"Are you visiting, Mr. Damon?" she inquired.

Mr. Damon opened his mouth to answer but Cousin Stefan cut him off, "He's my older brother, Dorothy. He's a bit of troublemaker but he knows better than to cause any trouble now, right Damon?" he demanded. He looked like he was try to glare holes into Mr. Damon's head. Dorothy frowned not understanding the tension.

"Of course, baby brother like I said I'm here for amends." Mr. Damon responded. He was glaring back at Stefan. The brothers had a stare off before Stefan nodded at her daddy.

"Come in Damon." Daddy said slightly sounding hesitant.

"Thanks" Damon smiled as he walked in.

"Don't make me regret this Damon." Stefan warned.

"You won't." Damon promised.

"Mr. Damon, " Dorothy started but Damon cut her off, "Just Damon, kid."

"Cousin Damon, do you want to play dolls with me?" she implored. She gave him her best puppy dog look.

Both Daddy and Cousin Stefan looked uncomfortable with her question.

Damon gave Stefan a challenging look as he responded, "I'd love to."

Dorothy cheered and grabbed Damon's hand dragging him to her playroom.


"How old are you kid?" Damon asked her as he made her toy bat fly around his head with his right hand.

"I'm two years and four months!" she said cheerfully, "How old are you?"

"A hundred and fifty-five next month." he stated flatly.

"Really?!" she gasped with wide eyes.

"Nah, I'm twenty-five." he restated smirking.

"That's still old. I bet you'll be a pretty old person. You're really pretty now!" she commented.

Damon raised an eyebrow at her random comment but said "Us Salvatore's have good genes. Too bad they skipped Stefan."

Dorothy gigged, "Cousin Stefan's not ugly! He's just boring."

Damon laugh, "That's so true. You're a smart kid, Munchkin."

"Thanks!" she beamed before she got a contemplative look on her face.

"Say, Cousin Damon what's it like to be an older sibling?" she asked, quietly.

Damon gave her a confused look, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to be a big sister. Momma has the baby in her tummy and it's due in August. Stefan is your baby brother. I want to know if my baby sister is going to like me. Does Stefan like you?" she questioned.

"My relationship with Stefan is very complicated, munchkin. There's a lot of bad blood between us. I don't think he likes me much anymore. I don't really like him much either. But we're brothers and we're stuck with each other. If you want advise, I suggest watching out for the selfishness of baby siblings. It will bite you in the ass." he groused.

"What do you mean?" she interrogated.

"We fought over a girl. She was beautiful and striking but because of Stefan, she suffered and I died." he scowled.

"You're not dead. You right here!" she puzzled.

"I got better, sort of." he muttered.

"Your very confusing." she remarked.

"Your just too young to understand, munchkin." he complained and then muttered to himself, "Why am I have a deep conversation with a two year old anyway?"

"I think you lonely." she answered with suddenly too much wisdom for her age.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked defensively.

"Why else would you be telling a little girl you just met about your family problems. You should talk to Cousin Stefan." she advised.

Damon stared at her. "What the hell?" he breathed.

"What?" she blinked, the childish gleam in her eyes returning.

"I'm leaving." he stated and left the playroom, ignoring her protests.


"Hey Stefan, I think Dorothy is possessed or something. She's way too smart for a two year old." Damon said.

"Damon what are you talking about?" Stefan asked sounding baffled.

"You know what, neither mind I just ignore the weird demon child. I'm supposed to be making amends with you. Do you want to help me clean my car?" Damon offered.


They were outside wiping down his blue Camaro when Damon asked Stefan if he could have a slip of Stefan's drink.

Stefan grins slightly as he says, "Sure."

He hands him the flask. Damon sighs in relief and takes a slip but immediately pulls the flask from his mouth, looking vaguely sick.

"It's good, right?" Stefan questioned, looking pleased with himself.

Damon face is contorting as he tries to not swallow the disgusting tasting blood just yet.

"Oh, yeah. I can't remember if that squirrel was roadkill, or one I caught in the rat trap." Stefan tells him. Damon faces contorts further in disgust.

"Better hope it was roadkill, though, because the rat trap was full of rat droppings." Stefan continues. Damon skin is very pale.

Stefan rubs his fingers and thumb together and tells him, "Swish your tongue around. Does it feel like hair, or is it more of a grainy pellet?" Damon finally manages to swallow it and looks relieved when it's over. Stefan laughs at him and takes the flask back from him and takes a big swig of it. Damon gives him a sarcastic laugh in return. Zach then arrives home with a paper brown bag full of food. He waves at them as he walks up from his car.

"How's it going, Zach? What's up with all the grocery trips?" Damon questions.

"Oh, uh, Gail is craving blueberry pancakes." he answers as he continues his way back into the house most likely going to make those pancakes for his wife.

"You know I can't get over the names. Gail. Dorothy. Dorothy Gale. Was that on purpose? I should ask Gail?" Damon pondered out loud.

"As long as you ask her and not try to compel her. Zach, Gail, and Dorothy are all on vervain." Stefan commented.

Damon gave him a dirty look, "That's just be a waste of compulsion brother."

Stefan just hummed at him.


"So Damon, I'm sure you had the time to travel to a lot of amazing places. Any stories to share?" Gail asked him as they had dinner that night.

"Well Monterey is pretty nice. Right Stefan?" Damon questioned, with a mean tint in his eyes. He get back at Stefan for making him drink animal blood earlier. Stefan gave him a truly nasty look, "Yes very pretty." he gritted out.

Damon smirked to himself and continued, "But I think New York was pretty great. A lot of people and a lot of food options."

Zach and Gail shifted uncomfortably, Stefan continued to glare.

"What kinds of food?" Dorothy piped up.

"Oh you know pizza, club sandwiches and the like." Damon responded breezily.

"Pepperoni is my favorite!" Dorothy commented happily.

"Mine too, Munchkin," Damon agreed and continued with, "the red meat is delicious!"

Zach wiped his brow nervously. Gail swallowed loudly. Stefan aggressively chewed his dinner.

Dorothy continued to talk to Damon oblivious to how he kept eluding to his vampirism throughout the dinner and later dessert. Damon obliged her finding her ignorance amusing. Plus being nice to her will get brownie points with Zach and Gail and show Stefan that he still had some humanity in him. No matter if his humanity was still turned off. Stefan didn't know that only suspecting it. Damon knew that continuous bringing up his vampire status made them all anxious but he couldn't help it. It was in his nature to poke the bear until it exploded. It was always funny to witness.


Over the month of April, Damon slowly gained Zach and Gail's trust by being helpful around the house and feeding from blood bags. Plus everyone could see that Dorothy had grown to adore him. He became Cousin Day. She liked him better than Stefan which made Damon feel a little more smug then necessary. Dorothy was very good at bring out Damon's soft side without even trying to. She got him to have a tea party with her for god's sake! Stefan noticed Damon's soft spot toward Dorothy which surprised him. But he'd never seen Damon around kids besides Stefan, himself. Damon had a pretty good big brother before Katherine. It was nice to see that side of him again. Stefan had begun to think that maybe Damon really meant it when he said he want to be brothers again. Stefan was cautiously hopeful.

Damon was annoyed to realize that the munchkin had gotten under his skin. She was still creepily wise for her age. But she kept seeking him out, wanting him to play with her. Damon kept obliging most of the time because she was the first person in a long time to like him better than Stefan. Also she was right he was a bit lonely and children didn't judge. They were blunt and said what they thought which Damon found himself appreciating. Her naive and trusting nature was also nice after dealing with Stefan's constant suspicions. He missed being looked up to. She reminded him of simpler times.