disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries and won't ever, even though I would love to take both Salvatore's away from Elena. But I do own my character: Marceline Salvatore.

Set at the end of season 2, beginning of season 3.

Chapter 1: Marceline.

Mystic Falls, April 8th 1862.

"It's a girl" Guiseppie Salvatore said entering the hallway, his eldest son, Damon stood the worry etching his face and ignoring the intent glare on his father's features. Damon's fourteen year old brother, Stefan stood up beside him, seeming worried as well.

"Let me-" Damon began.

"There will be none of it!" Guissepie said his voice gruff.

"She is my daughter" Damon argued.

"Out of wedlock!"

Damon threw his father a heated glare before barging past him, ignoring the protests his younger brother was trying to give or the rant his father had just went into. He was intent on seeing his newly born daughter. The woman he'd been in love with, Marie Blake was asleep, and the maid held the bundle of blankets, that was crying loudly, in her arms.

"May I?" Damon asked.

"Just this once Master Salvatore" The maid sighed.

Damon took the baby in his arms, the crying stopped almost instantly, the big light blue eyes, much like his own, staring back up at him. A smile then formed on his face. Her tiny little hand curling around his finger.

"Hello" He whispered.

"Marceline" The maid said to him with a suttle nod.

"Marceline" Damon repeated.

"The baby. Damon. Now" Guiseppe said and Damon turned to him.

"No"

"Now Damon"

"I said no"

Stefan watched from the doorway in surprise at the anger in Damon's tone.

"Give me the child Damon"

"She's my daughter"

"As if you would ever be able to take care of her!" His father spat.

"You do not know what I am able to do!" Damon said "Let me have the chance"

"I can't do that, I need to make an example of you Damon. Hand over the child"

Damon refused to do so, holding the little girl tightly in his arms, his eyes watering as his father moved closer and Stefan watched in horror as the baby was taken away.

"You can't do this!" Damon shouted, that was when the baby began to cry again. His father ignored his pleas and cries as he left the room with the child...

NOW

Damon's mind wandered back to the present, his eyes fixated on the trees outside the window, he'd only got a chance to hold her as a baby just once and if he could go back to that time, he would and he would have done everything right. Stefan entered the room, staring at his brother as a sigh escaped Damon's lips as he was pulled into his first meeting of the girl when she was seventeen years old.

APRIL 8TH 1879

Seventeen years old, she was seventeen. Damon had been searching for fifteen years and he finally found her, and the saddest part about it was that someone else had gotten to watch her grow up, he hadn't been given the chance to prove that he would be a good dad, but after fifteen years he'd finally found her again and there she was, twirling a little blonde boy in her arms as her long black hair swirled as she moved.

The little boy, who was her "Brother" laughed loudly which reminded Damon of his childhood with Stefan, the scene unfolding in front of him, was nearly the same as what had happened many years ago when Stefan was about the same age as the small boy.

Damon stepped out into the light where he could be seen, Marceline didn't notice him but the little blonde boy did.

"Marcy" He said "WHo's he?" He pointed at Damon and Marceline turned her, large blue eyes landed on the dark figure who stared her out intently, the young girl turned to the boy.

"Go see Maid Mary" she said, her voice was soft, like velvet as she spoke and ushered the little boy away and he ran into the house.

"Can I help you Sir?" She asked moving towards the fence, giving a small curtsy.

"Happy Birthday Marceline" He said holding out a box towards her, she slowly took it from him and she tilted her head slightly.

"How do you-"

"I'm Damon Salvatore" He said nodding. It was almost as if she knew because the realization swept over her face and she nodded slowly.

"My father" She whispered and Damon nodded again "Thank you for your gift Damon"

"Happy Birthday"

She smiled brightly at him, and gave another cursty, he didn't miss the faint pink flush her cheeks. He knew that if anyone knew him around here, they would know how out of character it was for him to act this way, but she was his daughter.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asked.

"I would like that" She replied, Damon put his arm out and Marceline took it.

NOW

Damon tore his gaze away from the trees, after pulling himself out the memory and looked around sadly, the thoughts of her were almost saddening because after her seventeenth birthday she never seen him again, because she'd went missing, Damon had looked for her for a while but never found any trace of her for all he knew she was killed.

"Damon" Stefan's voice said.

Damon only turned slightly at his voice "What?" He asked.

"We need to talk" Stefan said "About this deal with Elijah"

"I don't want to hear it Stefan" Damon sighed, he wasn't in the slightest bit interested at the minute. Stefan sighed and moved to the window to see what Damon was actually looking at, but before he got a chance to do anything there was a noise from downstairs and the two looked at each other before speeding into the parlor.

There was nobody in sight "Who's in here?" Stefan asked.

Damon snorted "Cause whoever it is, is just going to jump out and say hi..nice to see you"

"Hi, nice to see you" A voice said and both brother's froze and turned slowly, seeing the teenage girl standing in front of them. If it wasn't for Damon being a vampire, he would've dropped dead.

"Marceline?" He whispered.
"Hello Dad" She said and Stefan stared "Uncle Stefan...good to see you both in..uh good health?"

"How are you standing right in front of us?" Stefan asked "You should be-"

"I'm 148 year old, I should be dead, but you have your crazy vampire, slut ex to thank for me standing right in front of you...I was the one putting the memories in your head by the way" Marceline said wiggling her fingers at her father.

"You...Katherine-"

"Katherine killed, the family I lived with, and she turned me"

Damon's heart would've broken but she quickly composed the saddended expression on her face.

"But that was a long time ago..now...I hear you people need help with Klaus"

"How do you know about Klaus?" Stefan asked.

She shrugged "What Vampire hasn't heard about Klaus?" She asked "I've met him"

"You've met Klaus?" Damon asked appauled.

"Yeah...not such a bad guy...but I mean he is going to be trying to kill your doppelganger..."

"You sure know a lot"

"Word gets around" Marceline replied to her Uncle who nodded slowly.

Damon blinked, and blinked and then squeezed his eyes closed for a minute.

"I'm really here, you're not imagining things" The voice said and he opened his eyes again. "I've meaning to get here sooner...but uh...I was busy"

"Busy?" Stefan asked.

"Trying to help a friend out" She replied "He sort of...went off the rails a little bit...needed my help but I'm here and I'm going to help"

"You won't be helping with anything" Damon argued.

"Excuse me?" Marceline asked.

"You...no...won't be no" He said shaking his head and Stefan looked to him before looking back at the clearly astonished girl in front of them.

"You need my help. I suggest you take it" She said.

I know it isn't long but hopefully the next one will be leave reviews and tell me what you think and if I should continue...hope you enjoyed. Until next time!