AN: Hey Everyone! Before I get yelled at, I am begging for forgiveness on not updating anything recently. I have not forgotten about TOPD. I have most of the next chapter written, just missing a few scenes to pull it together. The muses have not been kind in regards to that fic, but have decided to give a new one. I hope you guys enjoy this one. The muses are in over drive and I have the first few chapters completed and ideas for others. Depending on the reviews for this first chapter will depend on how soon I post the second one. This fic is centered around the three adoptive children of Damon and Elena with glimpses of Caroline and Stefan's seven adoptive children and Jeremy and Bonnie's two. I own none of the original TVD characters, but I do own Sara, Chief, Nick, and Alex and any other OC's including the 9 other kids you will eventually see in future chapters.

Warning: this fic is rate M for a reason. There is/will be fowl language, adult content, and abusive situations that could result in trigger warnings. You have been warned now and I will not tolerate complaints. I will try to provide some warning at the beginning of each chapter, but do not expect it to always be there. 18+, read at your own risk.

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Chapter One – Mom and Dad Aren't Gonna be Happy.

Loud music could be heard throughout the entire Salvatore home, which used to be known as the Boarding House with in the small town that was Mystic Falls, Virginia. Down stairs, trying to avoid whatever chaos would ensure from their youngest siblings actions, Nick and Sara Salvatore tried their best to get on with their evening.

Sara Alyssa Salvatore was seventeen and the only daughter of Damon and Elena Salvatore. She was tall, standing at about 5'8", she had an athletic build as she was the Mystic High Girls Soccer Captain, had long, wavy, blonde hair, pale skin that only stayed tan in the summer and piercing blue eyes they everyone swore could see into your very soul and know all your secrets. She was in the kitchen making dinner for her and her brothers, cutting up raw steak at the counter. Sitting beside her was her German Shepard named Chief. He was going on 11 years old, but by the way he acted you'd never know it. He was Sara's shadow in every form of the word, where Sara went Chief went. They may as well have been attached at the hip. The only place he didn't go was to school, but if he was allowed to you could bet that he would be there with her. While Sara sliced up some meat for the meal she was making, she would occasional slip Chief a fatty sliver.

"You're got to be kidding me!" came the shout of her older brother Nick. Nicolaus Allen Salvatore was the tallest child, standing at a full 6'2". He was eighteen years old, thin though muscular, had short sandy hair, tan skin, and green eyes. Despite his level of popularity at Mystic High, he was the quiet child of the three Salvatore children. He preferred his books to sports, but was always present at every one of his sister's soccer games. The girls were undefeatable and were likely to make it to the playoffs once again because of Sara. Both Nick and Sara were seniors in high school.

"What is it Nick?" Sara called as she put the knife down and made her way towards the living room where her brother was. Nick stood next to their father's liquor cabinet and the doors were ajar. They weren't supposed to be.

"He did it again!" Nick shouted as he opened the doors to look at what their younger brother had stolen out of their father's alcohol supply.

"Did he break the lock or jimmy it open this time?" Sara asked as she walked up to the cabinet. The doors weren't broken, but the lock along with the metal that was supposed to be holding it there was busted off. The two siblings could see that the bottle of bourbon their father had just opened last night was missing. "Seriously? Okay, what's the point of locking this shit up if he's just going to break into it?" Sara asked as she picked up the still locked padlock from the floor below.

Nick sighed. "Mom and Dad are not going to be happy about this." He said

"Not going to be happy about what?" came the voice that belonged to none other than their mother, Elena Salvatore. Sara and Nick turned their gaze to the entrance of the living room and saw their mother standing in the entry way with their father coming in through the front door. Though their parents didn't look much older than themselves, Elena looking like she was the age of her children and Damon 25, they were really 42 and 194 respectively.

"Why is that music so damn loud?" Damon asked as he came to stand beside his wife of 18 years who was staring at their two oldest children. Children who were standing in front of his liquor cabinet, a cabinet that was supposed to be locked at all times and the lock was currently in his daughter's hands.

"Uh…" Sara and Nick said, unsure of how this was going to fold out. However, their mother just sighed and shook her head.

"Let me guess, Alex?" she asked. The two siblings just shrugged their shoulders.

"That boy is way out of hand." Damon growled before he made his way upstairs towards his son's room.

"Nick, could you please help your sister with dinner?" Elena asked her son softly, but Nick knew it wasn't a request and Sara knew better than to decline the help even though she didn't need it. The two disappeared into the kitchen, Chief tailing after them as Elena made her way up stairs behind her husband to deal with their youngest son.

Alexander James Salvatore was seventeen and a sophomore at Mystic Falls High. While he and Sara were the same age, only three months apart, Alex had been held back in 7th grade and Sara had skipped 8th grade, putting her in the same class as their older brother. Alex was shorter than his siblings, standing at 5'6", two inches shy of his sister and he was very thin despite the fact that he could eat one out of house and home. He had pale skin, brown hair that he'd grown out as of late that was always in his eyes, and had brown eyes. Lately, Alex had become the Salvatore's problem child. His grades were terrible, he was nearly always high smoking pot, and was constantly stealing his father's liquor hence the lock that appeared on the cabinet several months back. The crowd he was hanging with these days was not approved of by Elena and Damon and they feared their son would be getting into the wrong kind of trouble and their relationship with Sherriff Forbes was not going to be able to get him out of trouble forever. Elena had tried to get her brother Jeremy to talk to Alex, but it didn't seem to help. Jeremy said that it would probably take something drastic to get Alex on the clean and narrow before he'd quit all this crap on his own.

Damon banged on his son's bedroom door before turning the knob to open it or at least trying to since the door was locked. "Alexander James Salvatore! You open this door right now before I break it down!" Damon shouted, though he was unsure if he was heard over the loud mess that was his son's choice in music.

Down stairs in the kitchen, Nick turned up what little music they had playing when he heard their dad shouting. It was only going to get worse. While the Salvatore children grew up knowing that their parents where vampires, they had never been scared of them in the sense that they would be harmed, but pissing of a vampire no matter the relation was never a smart idea. All the children were even on vervain so that no matter how much they may want to, their parents nor any other vampire would be able to compel them.

With each child having come from an abusive background, Elena and Damon had been a god send to each child, especially Sara. Nick came to live with Elena and Damon when he was barely 2 after his junkie of a mother sold him to a guy for drugs, twice. Alex had been the second child to join the Salvatore clan when he was 8 months old and had been taken from his crack whore of a mother and had been a crack baby. Though she had done her best to stay off the stuff when she found out she had been pregnant, Alex had still been born with an addiction though not nearly as bad as most babies. Sara was the last to join the Salvatore's at the age of 7. Though she had known them for little over a year before she was adopted, having been in the same kindergarten class as Alex and had been his best friend, it was divesting to all when they found out the truth of Sara's home life. Sara's mother and her string of boyfriends were abusive and her current beau had been a controlling asshole. Sara had jumped off of Wickery Bridge to save her puppy after he threw him off the bridge in a pillow case. The only good thing Sara had at home and like hell was she going to lose him. The entire town knew of the hideous secret Sara had tried to keep hidden and it still plagued her even almost 11 years later.

"How long do you think he'll be grounded for this time?" Nick asked while Sara mixed up the contents for a stir-fry.

"Did his last sentence even finish? He was grounded for two weeks when Mom caught him taking money from her purse and that was last Wednesday." Sara stated. Nick did the counting in his head. Today was Friday, it had only been a week and two days.

"I say he's either grounded till the end of the school year or Mom and Dad start removing crap from his room…again." Nick wagered.

Sara just shook her head. "Grounded and they take away his car keys…again." She countered.

"Didn't they already…"

"He got 'em back last week."

"Damn, and where related to that?"

Sara smirked. "Not by blood."

They both laughed. It was their running joke between all the Salvatore children, not just Nick, Sara, and Alex, but their cousins on their father's side as well. Whenever someone did something bad or embarrassing that was the phrase to go to since Stefan and Caroline's seven children were also adopted. Though they're backgrounds weren't as drastic as theirs were. A few orphans, wards of the state, and the rest were given up at birth. The only couple with biological children were Jeremy and Bonnie and they had two children, a boy in junior high and a girl in elementary school.

Upstairs, Damon and Elena received no word from their son. So Damon, true to his word, broke down the door by ramming his shoulder into it. The door gave way like tissue paper to the nearly 200 year old vampire. Inside they found they're youngest son sitting on the floor, music blaring with a headset on as he 'save the world from the zombie apocalypse.' The room was hazy and reeked of pot which was funny because neither Damon nor Elena had smelt it but they noticed the window was open and a fan sat beside their son to blow it in the direction of the window. Besides a small bag of weed beside Alex there was also and empty bottle of bourbon beside him and Damon knew it had been over half full when he had taken it.

"That's it!" Damon shouted before he vamp sped out of the room and down stairs, past his 'good' children in the kitchen and into the basement where he flipped the power switch to the entire house. "Dude!" "Daddy!" "Bark" "Damon!" "What the fuck?!" where the responses heard throughout the house. The last one he knew belonged to his wayward son. Footsteps could be heard as someone came down the stairs.

"Daddy, I get you're trying to make a point and all, but are you going to turn the power back on or are we eating out for dinner?" came the voice of Sara from where she stood in the middle of the basement stairs. Damon couldn't see her, but knew she had her hands on her hips. Now if you asked Damon, he'd say he loved all his children equally no matter how much they got on his nerves, but if you asked one else everyone would say that his favorite was Sara and they'd be right.

"Sorry Princess." Damon said as he flipped the switch back on and the basement flooded with light.

"Mhmm." Sara said with a roll of her eyes and made her way back up the stairs to finish dinner. Damon quickly vamp sped his way back upstairs to his wife and their prisoner.

Alex had been close to killing off the last of the group of zombies, his friends he was playing with online had all perished and their players having either been eaten or zombified. Just as he finished reloading his gun the TV screen went black. "What the fuck?!" Alex shouted, the voices of his friends were no longer in his ears, the music had stopped playing, much to everyone's delight though it was short lived when Damon flipped the power back on the music started up again once more but at a more tolerable volume level. "What….what happened?" Alex slurred as he was high off his rocker and drunker than a skunk. It was only as he tried to stand up but fell back on his ass that he noticed his parents in his room and boy where they pissed. "What…what are youse…. guys doing…" he could barely get his words out as he noticed that his door was barely hanging on its hinges. "What the…fuck…happened touse my… door?!" he shouted before fell sideways to the floor and passed out. How the hell he'd been able to play his damn game was beyond Damon and Elena.

"That boy…"

"I know." Elena sighed. "Well look at it this way, at least we have a moment to figure out what we're going to do." She said as she walked further into the room and turned off the stereo.

"I already know what I'm doing." Damon said as he lifted the limp body of his son and placed him on the bed. Though he was passed out his heartbeat was still going strong to the relief of his parents.

"This can't keep going on Elena." Damon said as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I know. I just don't know what to do. We've grounded him, taken things away, what else is there? We can't send him away." Elena said, concerned. Though that last one was never an option to either of them, they had no where they could send him and they didn't trust that he'd be safe anywhere other than his own home. Damon and Elena where all too familiar with the evils in the world, and unfortunate their kids knew some of them too. They were determined as parents to keep them from the rest if they could help it.

"I know. Maybe we can talk to Liz, see what she suggests." Damon said as he guided his wife out of their son's room. Damon tried to close the door but it no longer fit right. "I'll fix that later or maybe we should just keep it off for a while?" Damon look to Elena, an eye brow raised in question.

Elena sighed and waved a hand. "Might as well. Maybe losing all privacy will help him and whatever else we choose." She said before she turned and walked down the stairs, the sound of the door being ripped from its hinges reaching her ears.

Damon and Elena walked through the first floor of the house and into the kitchen where Sara was transferring their dinner from the pan to a serving dish and Nick was setting the table for five.

"You can take one setting away, Sweetheart. Your brother won't be joining us for dinner." Elena said.

"What, the old to bed without supper bit?" Nick asked. Sara coughed.

"Please, like Mom and Dad would ever let us miss a meal. Besides it was way too quiet upstairs. What happened? He pass out?" Sara asked as she brought the dish of stir-fry to the table.

"You know your brother well." Damon said as he grabbed two mugs from the cupboard before open the fridge to grab two blood bags and the pitcher of water.

Sara scoffed. "Not so much apparently. We didn't even know he'd broken into the liquor cabinet again till Nick saw it was open. What did he use to open it with any way? The lock was busted clean off." Sara asked as she looked to her older brother.

Nick shook his head. "Who knows? Could have been a number of things lying around. He was home from school before either of us. I was at the library till I came to the end of your Soccer practice." He said as Elena took the pitcher of water from her husband and began filling four glasses with it. "Hey! Chief was here, maybe he knows!" Nick exclaimed.

"Probably." Sara shrugged. Chief saw everything. He was her little spy after all. "Chief." Sara called to the dog who was currently laying underneath the kitchen table by Sara's usual seat. Chief quickly got up and was at his Sara's side in seconds. He let out a bark and wagged his tail. "Do you know what Alex used to break into Daddy's liquor cabinet?" she asked him. Chief just barked, turned around and ran in to the living room. The relationship that Chief and Sara shared was one in a million. Their bond was so strong that the two practically shared their own language and mental connection. They could understand one another that when other's watched it just looked like the two were having a starring contest or making faces at one another. Sure enough, chief was back in a few short moments with something in his mouth. He went straight up to Sara and dropped it at her feet. "Good boy, Chief." Sara praised patting Chief on the head. She bent down and picked up the wooden statue of some Greek god. The base was chipped and indented from where Alex had hit the lock with it. "That would do it." She said as she handed it to her mother who just sighed in aggravation.

"Alright, Dinner time." Damon said, trying to change the subject before he lost what little of his temper he had left. He removed the mugs full of blood from the microwave and set Elena's next to her glass of water as he joined his family at the dinner table.

"Thank you Sara for making dinner tonight, Sweetie. We weren't sure how long we were going to have before the council meeting tonight, but it got pushed back to 8." Elena said as she put some food onto her plate. She and Damon had an hour and a half till they had to go, but she was unsure if they should go at all tonight what with Alex's actions and all.

"No problem mom." Sara said as she took a sip of water. "You know I like to cook."

"Good at it too. Guess you had a good teacher, eh Sara?" Damon smirked.

Sara nodded. "Oh yeah, Mrs. Burns was awesome!" Sara said, referring to her former Home Economics teacher causing Nick to burst out laughing and Damon to scowl. Elena managed to hide her laughter into her mug of blood. "But she's got nothing on you, Daddy." Sara laughed.

"Damn right she doesn't." Damon said before he put a large forkful of food into his mouth. While stir-fry wasn't an Italian dish, Sara still did an excellent job when it came to food. Then again, Sara knew how to make pancakes before she had even come to live with them. The first time Damon found her at the stove in front of a hot pan flipping pancakes he'd just about had a heart attack.

The four out of five members of the Damon Salvatore family enjoyed their meal provided by Sara while the two teens filled their parents in on their day.

Well, that's the first installment. Please review and tell me what you guys think. Remember, this story is rated M for a reason.