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Hello, my lovely readers. Welcome to my Halloween special! This is part Delena, part an AU/AH of what Legacies could have been if TVD and TO characters had babies, who appeared on the show, and also appear in Mystic Falls series, found in the TVD/TO crossover section. On with the show…

Chapter 1: Little D(a)mons

Humming along to a song on the radio, Damon Salvatore shoved a knife through his victim. He grinned at the poor guy. With precision, he thrust the knife, up and down, until he'd completed a full circle, and then he jerked the guy's top off. First phase complete, he thought with a grin, Now, I just need to…

Damon's thoughts were interrupted when a pair of slender arms encircled his waist and a familiar smell enveloped him. "Hi there," Elena Salvatore nee Gilbert whispered into his ear.

He smiled and Damon dipped his hand into his victim's head, turning to hold out the contents to his wife. "Want some?" he purred. Elena rolled her eyes, laughing, and pushed him away.

"Daddy!" Stefanie Salvatore cried, rushing into the kitchen.

Sandra Bennett-Gilbert, Fanny's best friend and cousin, came scooting in behind his little girl. "Uncle Damon! Is it done?"

Both little girls jumped up and down, their eyes glowing with anticipation. Bending, Damon picked up five-year-old Fanny and held her close to his victim's face. "What do you think, kiddo? Happy? Or creepy pumpkin this year."

"Creepy!" Samuel, Damon and Elena's five-year-old son, shouted, running into the kitchen. and nearly colliding with Sandy.

"Whoa! No more running inside!" Elena cried, scooping up Sandy and setting her on the stool in front of Elena.

"Creepy!" Sandy added, examining the pumpkin face. "Like Mr. Mikaelson."

"What?" Elena's eyebrows rose, and she gave Damon a startled look. Turning Sandy around, she stared into the little girl's green eyes. "Sandy, honey, what did you say?"

Sandy tried to turn to look at Fanny, but Elena kept her still, her fingers clasping the little girl's shoulders still. "Sandy, what did you say?"

"Nothing," Sandy muttered under her breath.

Fanny let out a puff of air before she poked the pumpkin. "Creepy. Like…um…Sammy!"

Sam looked up at his little sister, his eyes narrowing, and he stuck out his tongue. "Fanny, you're a bad girl! And bad girls don't get candy!"

"Says who?" Fanny shouted, giving Sam a look like Damon used to give his victims before he bit them. "Daddy's going to give me lots of candy! Right, Daddy?"

"That's my little demon," Damon replied with a grin.

Elena scoffed. "Okay. If we don't get the pumpkin done, soon, we're never going to get out of here and get to the party."

"Do we have to," Damon groaned, looking annoyed. "I can't stand those people."

Setting Sandy on the floor, Elena placed her hands on her hips. "Those people are my friends, Damon. And if you were nicer to them, they would be yours, too."

"I don't need them. I have Ric. Or I would. Will. When he gets back." Damon turned back to Fanny. "Okay, kid. I've got to get back to this guy. And then we will go out to have the best Halloween yet."

"Deal." Fanny allowed Damon to lift her from the stool and to set her down on her feet.

~0~

"You weren't supposed to say 'Mr. Mikaelson," Fanny hissed at Sandy, who blinked at her from behind her glasses and clutched Fanny's hand as they followed her aunt and uncle down the street.

"Sorry," Sandy muttered, inhaling sharply. How was she supposed to know what she was and was not allowed to talk about?

"Hi!" Maria Donovan called as she waved for them to enter the Donovan mansion.

Fredrick Lockwood told them that it used to belong to his dad's family, but his dad gave it to his best friend, Matt Donovan. Freddy was not happy about that. But they weren't supposed to talk about that either.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Sandy cried, spotting her mom and dad. They were talking to Freddy's mom, Gwen Lords. Sandy did not know why Freddy's mom did not have the same name as Freddy's daddy, but they weren't supposed to ask. Mommy said it was "impolite."

"Hi, baby," Bonnie called, coming over and leaning down to kiss Sandy on the forehead. Her mommy was pregnant, with her new baby brother. And her other brother. J. J., was with the babysitter.

"Sand," Jeremy scooped her up and placed her on his hip. "Did you like carving pumpkins with Uncle Damon?"

"Yes!" Sandy cried with a laugh.

"Sam!" Freddy cried, coming toward them with a hand-full of frosted cookies. "Mrs. Donovan made lots of these!"

"I want one!" Fanny cried. "Can I, Daddy?" she begged her father, tugging at his pants, meeting his ice blue eyes with her big brown ones and Sandy gave her own father a heart-warming smile.

"Looks like they're trying to escape," Jeremy said. "Be good for mommy," he called as Sandy took off with the other kids.

They entered the Great Room, where other adults talked and drank punch. Todd Donovan sat on a couch, adjusting his tie and looking annoyed. "Hey!" he shouted, when he spotted the other kids.

"Uh-oh," Sam groaned, hanging back. Todd was not always nice to Sam. He pushed him in a puddle last week and Sam skinned his knee and cried. Todd said Sam was being a baby. Sandy did not like it, so she glared at Todd until he peed himself. Then Todd cried.

Mommy said: "Don't use magic on people." So, Sandy had to be careful.

Pushing himself off the couch, Todd came to join them. "This is stupid. Let's go somewhere fun."

"We can't leave," Sandy said, shaking her head.

Todd rolled his eyes. "Do-gooder." Turning to Sam, he grinned. "You're not afraid, are you, Sammy?"

"My name is Sam," Sam snapped, glaring at Todd.

The blonde, brown eyed boy looked Sam up and down. Todd stood several inches taller than Sam and used it. Leaning closer to Sam, Todd continued to grin. "Show me."

"Fine," Sam turned around and started to leave.

"Sammy? Cookies!" Fanny called, picking up a cookie, and holding it out to her older brother, by ten months.

"Later," Sam retorted. He led the way toward a side door.

None of the adults were watching. They made it easy on the kids to simply slip out of the house. Unnoticed. It would be okay. They'd be back soon. Sandy tried to feel brave. She wanted to be more like her mom, but whenever Todd was involved, things could be bad.

"This way!" Todd called, hurrying down the street.

"Slow down!" Fanny called. She was the youngest of them, the smallest and had the shortest legs.

"Hurry up, Fan," Todd grumbled, giving Fanny a look.

Fanny huffed and tried to hurry along. "I can't," she cried.

"Fine." Todd rolled his eyes and turned around. He walked over to Fanny and turned his back to her. "Climb on my back."

"Huh?" Fanny looked to Sandy and Sam.

"I'll carry you." Todd said and Fanny rolled her eyes. Slipping her little arms around his neck, she allowed Todd to lift her and carry her along. "You're heavier than you look," Todd said.

"Nice, man," Freddy smirked and Sam gave him a nudge.

Sandy felt a chill as they moved along the streets. She hoped they did not get lost. She hoped that they got back by nightfall. She hoped nothing found them and ate them.

"Come on, Sandy!" Todd called over his shoulder. Even Fanny gave her a look. Sandy sighed. She could outrun all of them, if she had to.

They stopped near the Salvatore Boarding School. It had been closed before they were born. No one ever came here. They thought it was haunted. But Sandy knew better. She heard her Mommy and Aunt Elena talking about their friends, Caroline and Alaric, and their daughters, being trapped, by a spell, in there.

"Who wants to go first?" Todd called with a grin. He set Fanny on her feet and looked at the others.

"No way. It's haunted," Freddy stated. "Let's go find some candy."

"This is fun!" Todd insisted.

"Is not!" Fanny retorted, glowering at Todd.

Sandy shifted from foot to foot. She thought she saw a girl in one of the upper windows. And then she was gone.

"Is, too!" Todd argued.

"I'll go!" Sam said, lifting his hand like they were in school. He marched up the driveway and toward the school.

Sandy and the others watched Sam go to peer inside one of the windows.

"Do you see anything?" Todd called.

Sam shook his head. "Nope." After a long time, he came back, and looked glum. "It's not haunted."

"My turn," Todd marched over to the house and looked inside. "Hey, ghosts. We have cookies!" He kept staring until he got bored and came back to them. "Sam's right. Let's go."

"No!" Fanny took off to the house and peered inside it. "I think… Never mind." Taking several steps backwards, Fanny fell on her butt. Freddy, Sandy and Sam went to help her up while Todd moved toward the end of the driveway.

"Did you see something?" Freddy asked Fanny who shook her head.

"No…no." Fanny shook her. "I want to go back." She hurried to stand beside Todd. Sam and Freddy walked away from the house, leaving Sandy behind.

"Sand?" Sam called back to his cousin.

Sandy held up a hand. "I want to look." She stood on tip-toe and peered through the window. Pressing her face close to the glass, she saw a movement in the shadows. A figure darted around. And then a pale, brown haired girl pressed her face to the other side of the glass. She giggled and placed her hand to the hard surface.

Without thinking, Sandy placed her hand on the dirty window. "Hi!" she called through the window.

The other girl shook her head. She lifted her hand and placed a finger on the glass. "J. O. S. I. E." She wrote and grinned at Sandy.

Sandy wrote in the dirt on the other side. "S. A. N. D. Y."

Another little girl, with blonde hair, popped up beside the brown haired girl. "L. I. Z. Z. I. E." She wrote and waved to Sandy.

"Are you ghosts?" Sandy wrote on the window.

"N. O." Josie wrote. "S. I. P. H. O. N. E. R."

"Huh?" Sandy felt confused.

Then a third girl appeared. She looked from Josie and Lizzie to Sandy and then began to write. "H. O. P. E."

"H. I.!" Sandy wrote to them, waving.

"D. A. D. D. Y." Hope wrote and Sandy jumped when she noted the specter of a man that her aunt and uncle acted weird about standing beside her. He smirked at them. Sandy did not know why she could see him, or why he wanted to speak to her.

"Tell Hope 'Happy Halloween, for me, love,'" Klaus Mikaelson said.

A blonde woman came to the window and peered through it. She said something to the girls and seemed to look right through Sandy. Maybe Sandy was a ghost to them.

"H. A. P. P. Y. H. A. L. L. O. W. E. E. N. H. O. P. E. D. A. D. D. Y," Sandy wrote out as best as she could.

The blonde placed her hand over her heart and began to cry. Hope placed a hand on her leg and Lizzie pressed her face into the other leg. Josie stared at the message and then waved at Sandy.

"Sandy, come on!" Fanny cried.

Jumping, Sandy realized that Fanny was right next to her. Taking her cousin's hand, Sandy allowed Fanny to drag her back down the driveway. "We have to go back," Fanny said.

Sandy looked back at the window, and at the lonely little girl. She promised herself she would not forget her. But she would.

~0~

"Hon, have you seen the kids?" Damon said, glancing around himself.

"You mean the little damons?" Matt inquired, coming to join them.

"Damons?" Damon scrunched his brows together.

"You know, demons?" Matt grinned. He'd obviously been in the spiked punch.

Shaking his head, Damon took his wife's hand, and they began to search the house. He spotted Bonnie and Jeremy, making it terribly obvious how they got three kids, "Seen your kid lately?" Damon called to them.

"Nope," Jeremy called. "I'm less worried about ours, and more about Matt's. He's turning into a real damon."

"Jeremy," Bonnie smacked Jer and laughed.

Damon rolled his eyes, and continued looking. Entering the kitchen, he found the kids, sitting on the floor, a plate of cookies being divided up between them. "There you guys are."

"We were worried," Elena said, crouching to inspect them for cuts and bruises.

Spotting dirt on Sandy's hands, Damon squinted at Fanny, who licked frosting off her own fingers and gave him an innocent look. Her big brown eyes—so much like Elena's—making him soften. "Come here, kiddo."

"Hi, daddy," Fanny said.

"What were you up to?" Damon inquired.

"Nothing, daddy," Sam said, giving Fanny a look.

Damon knew the "Keep your mouth shut" look, but he was not about to get into it.

"Who wants to go trick-or-treating?" Damon asked the kids.

"Me!" they shouted.

"And go by the haunted Salvatore Boarding School!" Damon added.

"No!" Fanny screamed in his ear and Damon gave her a look.

Only Sandy did not utter a word. Instead, she hit him with a look that was beyond her years. Oh, yes, they were turning into a pack of "damons" alright. He did not look forward to their teenage years.

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J