AN) This chapter has been edited! (Nothings really changed)

A.N.) Hey! This is a new story I am starting! It's about Katherine having a kid with Damon. The child is Bella Swan (or her birth name Isabella Marie Petrova/Salvador). Bella has never met Damon and knows very little about him and Damon doesn't know about Bella... yet! Also, Katherine is rarely with Bella (but rest assured that will change:P). If anyone has any suggestions, I am all ears! This is the first story I have with Katherine and I hope I will portray her properly! But feel free to correct me if I need to correct Katherine's character because this is my first story with her in it! Thank you to Jamara6 and MyZebraWillEatYou who encouraged me to write this story!

Enjoy!

~UnicornNinja

BPOV

1870

"Mommy?" I ask, my pig tails swaying to my right as I tilt my head to the side, "Where's Daddy?"

Katherine looks back at me, a calculating expression on her face. "Not here. What's it to you?"

I shrug. "I want see Daddy," I say simply.

"Bella," she said bending down to gently brush my hair, "Daddy's dead. Been dead for awhile."

I frown and look down. "When? How?"

"Before you were born. Shot by his own father trying to save me. Isn't that sweet?"

I look up at Mommy and nod. And pause in thought before asking, "Do sons usually get shot by their fathers?"

"Don't be stupid Isabella," Katherine said sending me a look of chastise before saying, "That's just Mystic Falls for you."

"What was his name?"

She eyed me suspiciously before saying, "Damon or maybe it was Stefan. He was quite good looking, gave tall, dark and handsome a run for its money. You get a lot of his looks."

"Really?" I ask a smile lighting my face.

Katherine smirked and said, "Absolutely. Now enough of this talk, Mommy's got to compel a few people."

I frown. "Aren't you staying with me?"

"Oh, Mommy must go out. The night is young and well, I'm not. But there are many things I want to do and I fully intend to do those things."

"When will you come back?" I ask not really liking that she was going to leave again.

She paused. "Sometime," was all she said before blurring away.

It's funny how one simple phrase can shatter a person's world. He didn't want me. I was just a distraction to him and despite all of his promises and vows of his undying love for me, he is tossing me to the side. Of course he doesn't want me, not even my mother wants to be around me. Why should he? I drop down to the ground and slowly break down. It's moments like that I wish I could die.

The next thing I remember is waking up at dawn and dragging myself back to Charlie's. Well, trying to drag myself back to Charlie's, between the tears and my uncanny ability to get lost, it took me much longer to find my way back.

Ignoring my 'father's' concerned glances and calls, I went up to my room only saying in a dead tone, "He's gone."

Worst fake birthday ever.

I was crushed and my heart ripped to shreds. After a month or two of zombie like behavior (minus the appetite for brains), Charlie tried to send me away to Renee. The effort was useless, of course, because I am as stubborn as a mule. Which is similar my mother's will, except she tends to manipulate to emphasis what she wants.

It's moments like this that I really wished she cared.

Ring. Just ignore it.

Ring. Just hang up.

Ring. I'm not going to answer.

Ring. If I hear that phone ring one more time...

My phone sends the call to voicemail. I sigh in relief. After a moment, I pick up the phone. 'Katherine' my phone reads. Huh? I haven't heard from her since she left me at Renee's. Genuinely upset I missed the call, I listen to her message.

"You're not still crying over that Edward fellow? Pathetic much?" my mother said over the phone. How she got that information, I have no clue. "Look if you're not to busy trying to drown the world with your tears, I was just calling to tell you that Mommy's got some business to do, so no visits this time. But heads up, Charlie and Renee no longer remember you! Hooray! No curb view tonight!"

With a sigh, I call Katherine. After the third ring, she answers. "It's nice to have you take time out of your day to pick up the phone."

"Sorry Katherine. I- it's just there has been a lot going on here," I say in the least robotic voice I could muster.

"Mmhmm, and staring at the walls constitute for a lot going on?" I sigh. "Sorry I had to break your pity party, but you always moan and groan if I don't call you frequently."

"It's been at least two years I've heard from you," I retort, "Is that how you define 'frequent'?"

"Sorry, I've been busy," Katherine said, not sounding sorry at all.

"Busy with what?" I ask.

"Checking up on my boys, creating chaos, you know misery business."

I get up and start grabbing the few items I owned. "Thanks, by the way, for the notice about Charlie," I say to her sarcastically, "It only takes a bit to pack."

"No need for that attitude. If it makes you feel any better, I was going to compel him to just toss your stuff out the window. Well, now you have a solid fifteen minutes. You're welcome."

I scowl, but can't help asking, "Did you want to meet up then?" I know the answer, but just this once I hope it will be different.

"Again I've got work to do. You know what they say, there's no rest for the wicked. Anyways I've got a place set up for you and you'll love it."

"Katherine, I'm not a child! I can do whatever I please!" I insisted for the billionth time.

"You are my child, therefore will go by my orders like a good girl. Understand?" Katherine said in that tone that gives me no other option.

After a moment, I say, "I hear you. Just follow your rules."

"Rules?" I hear Katherine scoff, "As if I give you any rules. Just instructions."

That's the thing about my mother, she lives by one rule: no rules. No rules, cool parent right? Wrong. Growing up, she was never there unless she wanted to be there. All my life I have been pawned off onto different parents, none of them having children until Katherine, as mother insists I call her, compels them into having one teenage daughter: me. My many foster parents. None of which I could relate to, granted I did end up loving them, which is why they didn't last very long. Katherine made sure of that. But they were the closest things to family I could ever get, even if it was for a few years.

Looking back at Charlie and Renee, I realized how similar they were to my parents. Both once had a thing, but the carefree woman takes off with her child leaving the man behind heartbroken. Both women move on dragging their daughter into their games and immature lifestyle. Meanwhile, the daughter has to keep her mother in check, but of course, with Katherine, it is an impossible task. My father, like Charlie, is someone I'll never know, no matter how desperately I try.

"Instructions that dictate my life," I say stuffing another shirt in my bag.

"Whatever, just be grateful you're not dead. Talk to you later," she says before hanging up.

"Bye," I say into the dead phone line. I hang up as well and set the phone on the bed. I quickly pack my personal items and forget about the rest. Pocketing my phone, I look around the room for anything of mine that I might have missed. My eyes settle on two pictures, one of which contains Charlie, Renee and I at the airport when Renee was picking me up last summer. Placing the picture in my bag, I turned my attention toward the other picture. This was taken in the nineties backstage a Billy Idol concert. I smile at the photo. I was between Spike and Billy Idol himself and in the background I could see Katherine. That was an amazing concert with an amazing friend. I would tease Spike that he looked like Billy Idol and Spike would always insist that Billy Idol got his style from him. Good times. Too bad he moved to California.

With one final look around the room, I turn and walk out the door, just in time for Charlie's cruiser to pull into the driveway.

Charlie gets out of the car and says to me, "Excuse me? Can I help you?"

I slightly smile and shake my head, "No, apparently this was the wrong house. Sorry about the inconvenience."

"It happens," Charlie answers gruffly.

I nod and say, "Have a nice night." I turn and throw my stuff in the cab of my truck. I send a smile his way and say, "And enjoy your life."

Charlie looks at me weirdly, but I ignore it as I get into the truck and drive away.

I had just entered onto the highway when my phone buzzed. Pulling over to the side of the road, I opened the text.

Already for your arrival: 458 S. Sycamore Road, West Lake, Utah

Must I continue the cycle? Katherine compels a couple into believing I am their child and I am stuck there until she deems it is time for me to leave. I shake my head and continue to drive to the airport.

Screw it. If I can't talk to Katherine about my parents then I will have to find out about it myself. Going off of that brief moment in 1870, I knew where I needed to go. To Mystic Falls, Virginia I go.

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