Unknown Family's Wrath

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.

Authors Note: Hello readers, this is my first attempt at fanfiction, so I hope that you enjoy it. Please review.

Chapter 1

(Mystic Falls) Damon POV

As I sped down the road to the Mystic Grill with Elena, my only hope was that my figlia would forgive this drastic stunt and that she would not feel anything from my death.

I turned to the sound of Elena gasping for air and increased the speed of the car in desperation.

"Damon" Elena called.

I turned to her and saw emotions cross over her face. "I know." It was the only thing I could say to her as we crashed into the building. This spell had better work or god help them when his figlia arrived.

(Elsewhere)

My heart was shattering. There were no other words I could use to describe the agonizing pain I was currently feeling. I always held an unusual bond with my father. We were connected in ways no one could dare to understand.

I had just returned home when the pain began. I could feel the bond between us dissolving at an alarming rate. It became so intense that it brought me to my knees and a distressed cry left my throat drawing the attention of my son.

"Mother! What is wrong?!" I heard him exclaim. However, I could not answer him as darkness claimed me. As I fell into unconsciousness, I could only whisper the word "Father".

Slowly, I regained consciousness. I could not recall what had happened, but suddenly I became aware of a hollow sensation within me. I focused on this feeling and began to tremble as located a severed bond. I let out a heart wrenching scream as I could no longer feel my father. My son quickly entered the room, but could not calm me, as I started to sob into his shoulder.

Hours had passed before I was calm enough to explain my distress.

"The bond I feel with father is gone. I cannot sense him." As the words left my mouth, I immediately felt my son freeze. I could read the disbelief in his eyes. I knew he would take this hard, he had seen him as father.

Quickly, our grief turned to anger. Those that had robbed us of my father and my son's grandfather would soon learn not to cross the likes of Isabella and Dominick Salvatore. Looking into each other's eyes, we knew that our answers awaited in Mystic Falls.

Authors Note: Figlia means Daughter in Italian