A/N: This story will follow the general Vampire Diaries format, but for the most part will have its own origin. This takes place in Season 3 when all the siblings have awakened. It will go back and forth, but I'm using the story as inspiration!
I kicked the pebbles across the street as I dragged myself through the square, taking in the sight of people walking. It felt great to be in the sunlight again. I made my way into a restaurant and gladly plopped myself down at the bar. A young blonde bartender laughed as he took in the sight of me. "Aren't you a little young to be sitting at the bar?"
I scowled. "Yeah, but I would like to sit here if that's okay?" I flashed a quick smile, and he didn't seem to mind. He placed a menu in front of me and walked away. If only he knew how old I really was. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed the scent of vampire next to me. He had dark hair and was drinking a glass of bourbon. He smirked when he caught my eye.
"You're a little young. What are you 10?"
"I'm 11 and a half. Thank you very much." I turned away from him, looking at the menu.
"I don't know you. Are you from around here?"
"I guess you could say that." I replied, trying to mask my annoyance.
"I'm Damon Salvatore. What's your name kid?"
"Excuse me? May I please place my order?" I raised my hand towards the blonde bartender as he made his way over.
"Sure thing. What can I get you?"
"I'd like a steak, medium rare, with the side of the day and some water please. Also, the man next to me is bothering me." I put on my scared puppy eyes, smirking when he glared at Damon.
"Damon—leave her alone."
"Relax Donovan. I'm just getting to know our new resident." Damon flashed another smile at me and I just rolled my eyes, shredding my napkin. "I know you're not human." Damon whispered, as he traced the rim of his glass.
"I'm not bothering you."
"You're a child. What kind of monster turns a child into a vampire?"
"I really should not be talking to you."
"Okay. Can you at least tell me your name? I just want to protect my town, kid."
I sighed. What can it hurt right? As long as he doesn't know my last name, it shouldn't be an issue. "My name is Mikah."
"Welcome to Mystic Falls, Mikah." Damon held up a glass, and I smiled. He didn't seem so bad. "I have a brother here and some friends. What about you? You alone, or do you have some family here?"
"I'm with family."
"Hmm. What is your family like?" Damon smiled, pushing my plate towards me. I let out a sigh, and returned his smile.
"How do I know I can trust you?" I raised a brow and I saw something click in Damon's demeanor.
"I'm an honest man, can't you tell kid?" He replied charmingly.
"Well, look at who the cat dragged in." I blanched at the voice coming from behind Damon.
"What do you want Kol?" Damon scoffed, finishing the last of his drink. I kept my eye on the shredded napkin, trying to focus on breathing.
"I just want to know why Mikah is talking to you." Kol's voice went dark, as I felt his glare on the back of my neck. I turned around, flinching at the fire in his eyes.
"Hi." I whispered meekly. I hesitated, but I knew I couldn't resist. I haven't seen him in nearly a century. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. "I missed you."
"Hi squirt. What are you doing here?"
"I…well, everyone was busy and I didn't think he'd notice if I left."
"Well love, we noticed you were missing."
"Uncle-"
"Save it."
"Wait. Uncle?" Damon laughed. "She's your niece?"
"Whoops. I guess you're just going to have to forget that." Kol grabbed Damon's face, compelling him to forget me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me off the chair, dragging me out of the restaurant. I glanced back and saw Damon shush me as I realized his drink was laced with vervain. I nodded in agreement.
"Uncle Kol! Please, I'm sorry." I tried, Kol's grip getting stronger.
"Do you have any idea what Nik is going to do to you? It is dangerous for you to be out!" He scolded. "He doesn't need to be worried about you while he's fighting the Salvatores. The last thing we need is to lose you." Kol loosened his grip long enough to kiss the top of my head. "It's time to go home."
"Kol—please. Wait!" I mustered the biggest puppy dog eyes I could, but the tone of his sigh let me know I didn't have a choice. "If you're awake…does that mean Papa is too?"
"Yes. That doppleganger woke him again."
"Please don't tell Papa where I was."
Kol hesitated and finally grinned. "We'll see darling." I let out a sigh, smiling. I may be in trouble, but at least everyone is home again.