Title: The Salvatore Family

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Ship/Characters: Damon/Bonnie; Stefan/Elena; OOCs

Summary: Two parents. Six kids. Good times. It's not easy being a Salvatore.

A/N: I posted this before but I think I might have deleted it. Anyway, I recently fell in love with the story again and decided to repost it. There is a really good chance that I will add more to it over a period of time if this goes over well with the people reading.


"MOM!"

Elena Gilbert-Salvatore sighed, tilting her head upwards to the ceiling as the voice of her eldest child floated down the stairs. Minutes later, the newly turned seventeen year old was barreling into the kitchen with a look of determination and annoyance. The teenager stood in the doorjamb, arms folded across the front of her purple tee-shirt. Her long brown hair was curled to perfection, greenish-brown eyes matching her fathers.

"Mom," she repeated, rolling her neck the way she always did.

Elena looked up from the magazine she was reading. "What is it, Devin?"

Devin Salvatore scoffed, looking at her mother as if she'd gone crazy. "Can you please tell, Cindy to stay out of my room? She is wearing my favorite top as we speak!"

Elena loved her daughter, but sometimes she really had no idea where her theatrics came from sometimes. "I'll talk to her. Please, tell her to come here."

The teenager smiled, eyes shining. "Cindy, mom wants you!" Heavy footsteps sounded against the hardwood floors, as the girl in question walked into the kitchen.

The fifteen year old was the spitting image of her mother. Same long dark locks and chocolate eyes to match. "For the last time, I am going only by Cynthia now."

Devin rolled her eyes, thumping her sister in the back of the head. "You are such a loser."

"Mom!" Cynthia screamed mouth wide as she looked between her mother and older sister.

"Devin, be nice to your sister, and Cindy give the shirt back," Elena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Sometimes she really wanted to ignore them. Where was her husband when she needed him?

Cynthia rolled her big brown eyes, when Devin smirked. "It's on the bed, and the shirt didn't look good on me anyway."

Her sister laughed. "Of course it didn't," was all she said before leaving the room.

Cynthia groaned, before grabbing a bowl and a box of cereal from the cabinet. She sat down across from her mother at the breakfast bar, eating a handful of dry cereal. When her mother looked at her strangely, she shrugged, before saying, "I'm no longer drinking milk."

Elena sighed, rubbing a hand down her daughter's face. "I'm going to take a shower. Comb your hair before school and don't let your sister leave you again."

The young girl nodded with a mouth full of dry Lucky Charms. Her mother left the kitchen, just as her older brother was entering. He mumbled a greeting to his mother, before slipping past her and into the kitchen. Her mother smiled and kissed his cheek along the way. Cynthia watched her brother, as he opened the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of orange juice. He turned, giving her a strange look.

"What?" he asked, brows furrowed. Sixteen year old Peyton Salvatore was tall and lean with dark eyes and shoulder-length black hair. His sister shrugged. "Devin driving you to school today?"

Cynthia nodded. "Mom said she had to."

He laughed, untwisting the cap from the orange juice bottle. "Yeah, you better stalk the door to make sure she doesn't leave you again."

"Who's leaving someone again?" a deep male voice asked. Both teenagers looked up, watching as their father entered the kitchen. He was dressed a ready for work in his usual attire. Stefan Salvatore kissed his daughter's forehead, and then bumped fist with his son. He grabbed a coffee cup from the cabinet, pouring the steaming hot liquid into his cup.

"Mom said Devin had to drive to me school today," Cynthia explained with a roll of her eyes. It was no secret that she and her older sister didn't get along. Devin had always been mean to her from the day she was born. Cynthia thinks it has something to do with Devin not being the only girl in the family anymore. That and her sister was just plain crazy. Cynthia often realized that she was the only normal one in the family. "She left me last time, and I missed first period."

Before her father could respond, Devin piped in, "I didn't leave you. I just didn't tell you I was leaving," she smirked, winking in her sister's direction.

Stefan laughed, shaking his head lightly. He really didn't understand how they'd achieve such theatrical daughters. "Devin, don't leave her again and I need you to also pick up your cousin."

"What am I a shuttle for a heard of losers? Dad, I have friends that need rides also," Devin groaned, stomping her black pumps against the hardwood. There was a pout on her face, making her father question whether or not she was really his eldest child. There were times when he pretended Peyton, his most level-headed child, was the oldest.

Stefan shook his head. "Well, then maybe you should tell them to ask their parents for a car."

"Ugh!" she growled, walking over and grabbing a handful of dry cereal from her sister's bowl.

"Rudeness!" Cynthia screeched, pulling her bowl away. "And your friends aren't as cool as you think. I know for a fact that they aren't."

Devin faked a look of hurt and shock, placing a hand over her heart, "A true testament from a loser."

"You are such a cow!" Cynthia shouted, prompting the start of a screaming match between both girls.

Peyton looked over at his father, who was wearing an amused look. Father and son shrugged, watching as the scene unfolded. It only seemed to stop when the chime a ringtone floated through the air. Devin screamed one last time at her sister, before rushing to answer the phone from her bag in the living room.

"Are you sure I'm related to that….thing?" Cynthia asked, motioning to the direction her sister just went.

"Cindy, be nice." Stefan chuckled, as his wife entered the kitchen. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was dabbed with a small touch of makeup. After all these years, she still managed to take his breath away. He watched as she stroked their daughter's hair. It was crazy, he thought, how his youngest daughter could look so much like her mother, and yet be a whole different person.

"Are you and your sister still fighting?" Elena asked, playing with the ends of her daughter's hair.

Elena laughed at the looks on her children and husband's face. It was the look telling her she'd just asked a very dumb question. "Did everyone eat?"

"All I need is coffee," Stefan answered, holding up the cup in a mock toast.

"I ate cereal," Cynthia answered, finishing off the rest of the orange juice sitting beside her bowl.

"I'm not hungry," Peyton shrugged, tossing the empty bottle of orange juice into the aluminum garbage can.

Devin appeared in the doorway, an annoyed look on her face. "Come on loser. We have to pick up Ari and Sam along the way."

The youngest Salvatore kissed both her parents, before grabbing her messenger bag from the foyer. "Bye!"

"You are not eating that in my car," was the last thing Devin said before they left the house.

Peyton laughed at his sisters, before deciding he should leave for school, too. "I'll see you guys later," he said before going out the door.

Stefan and Elena both let out a relieved sigh, before laughing softly together. Elena wrapped her arms around her husband's waist. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up into his soft eyes. They both loved all of their children equally, but it felt good to not hearing them bickering and arguing just for a few minutes.


"Is that a dog collar?"

Damon Salvatore stared at the black thing (assumed to be dog collar) on his fourteen year old daughter's neck where she sat at the breakfast bar. There were spikes and all that other kind of shit sticking out of it. She was wearing a jean jacket and purple pants, curly brown hair flowing like a curtain on her shoulders, framing her angelic face perfectly. Her skin was light brown, and when she smiled you could see every piece of her mother. Damon loved being a father. But there were times, when his daughters did something he really questioned. Now was one of those times.

Arianna rolled her eyes, as she poured syrup over her pancakes. "It's not a dog collar, Daddy, it's a choker."

"So? It's a dog collar for humans?" he prompted, running a hand through his growing locks. He always knew his daughter was different from everyone else, but this was too damn different.

Arianna groaned. "It's not a dog collar! It's a choker."

Damon sighed, leaning back against the kitchen sink. He smiled when his wife walked in, holding their ten month old daughter, with their five year old following behind. Bonnie kissed her daughter's forehead, before giving her husband a peck on the cheek.

"Your daughter is wearing a dog collar," he stated, taking the baby away from her. At only ten months, Ryland was a beautiful baby girl. Her skin was golden brown, blue eyes mimicking the ones of her father.

Arianna groaned, slamming her hands against the counter. "Mom, tell him it's not a dog collar."

Bonnie chuckled, helping her five year old daughter into the seat next to her sister. She reached out, pulling the waterfall of hair from her daughter's neck. "It's not a dog collar. It's one of those choker things."

"Ha!" Arianna gloated, sticking her tongue out at her father. "I told you it wasn't a dog collar."

"Mrs. Bloom's doggie has a necklace like Ari," five year old Kaci piped in, sticking her tiny finger into the fluffy brown pancake on her plate. She looked up at her father, green eyes shining.

Bonnie tried to contain her laughter. Damon ruffled Kaci's curly hair, before looking smug at his oldest daughter. "I rest my case, Ari."

"I called Stefan this morning and Devin's coming to pick you up," Bonnie said, taking the baby from her husband's arm and placing her into the highchair near the breakfast bar.

"Do I have to?" Arianna asked with a roll of her hazel eyes. "Devin is being a huge Meany these days."

"Yes, you do," Bonnie told her firmly, as she placed the bottle to Ryland's mouth. "Devin is older than you. She just turned seventeen. She's mean by nature. You will be too when you're her age."

Arianna looked at her mother curiously, before asking, "Will I also sneak out of the house to meet boys?"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, before turning to look at her husband. Damon walked over, and kissed his daughter's forehead. "Not if I have anything to say about it, and I will have something to say."

Arianna laughed, tucking a clunk of curly hair behind one ear. "Daddy, you're so silly."

"Devy told me, that boys are useless and are only good if they have big pennies," Kaci commented, before stuffing half of a pancake into her mouth. Arianna laughed at the look of horror on her mother and father's face. Kaci, bless her little innocent heart, simply munched on her breakfast happily.

"I am going to strangle my brother's daughter, and then strangle him for producing her," Damon concluded. He thinks it's funny because the roles seemed to be reversed. Stefan and Elena are the level headed ones with wild and crazy children. Yet, he and Bonnie, the most animated seemed to have produced the good children. Maybe it's the age difference, but Damon is so damn glad his daughters aren't as crazy as his two nieces. He loves those girls, but they're both a piece of work. He feels sorry for his brother.

"She is never babysitting my little girl again," Bonnie announced. "Kaci, sweetie, don't repeat anything your cousin Devin tell you ever again."

"Okay," Kaci smiled at her mommy, through a mouthful of food. "At school today, Mrs. Greene said we can have cupcakes and apple juice boxes for Kimmie's birthday."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Bonnie scolded, wiping the sticky syrup from her daughter's face. "And you only get to have one cupcake and don't drink your juice before you eat it."

"I have a math test today, and there is going to be a dance this Saturday," Arianna added, putting her dirty plate in the kitchen. She stood next to her father, smiling up at him. "Cindy and I are going."

"I wanna go!" Kaci piped in, hopping down from the stool. Her tiny feet carried her to the sink. She lifted the plate up to her daddy and smiled. "I can wear my princess dress from Halloween."

Damon laughed down at the little girl, taking the plate from her, and placing it into the sink. "Sorry, Kace, it's only for big girls. You can't go. You have to stay here with mommy and Ryland."

"But I am a big girl!" Kaci protested, tugging at the fabric of her father's pants. Her little lip was poking out, and Damon picked her up.

"You, me and mommy can have our own dance," he promised, making the little girl happy. He set her back down to her feet. "Go get your book bag so I can take you to school."

Kaci smiled, nodding her head, as she ran off towards the stairs. "I should go get ready, too. I need to brush my teeth again," Arianna added, following after little sister.

"How did we end up with the normal children?" Bonnie asked, wrapping her arms around her husband's waist. She stood on the tips of her toes, pressing her mouth to his. Damon sighed into the kiss, lacing his hand through the hair at the back of her neck. He deepened the kiss, sipping softly at her bottom lip. Damon would never get tired of this. Kissing his wife was new and exciting every time. He felt Bonnie's hand grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

"Whoa!" a voice sounded from somewhere behind Bonnie. The adults broke away to see their niece standing in the doorway. "And I thought my parents like to get it on."

Damon chuckled. Bonnie turned in her husband's arms, and smiled, "Hi, Cindy."

"Oh, I just go by Cynthia now," she told them. "Pancakes! Yum!"

Bonnie laughed, as the teenage girl grabbed a pancake. She folded it, shoving it into her mouth. "Hi, Ryland," she cooed to her baby cousin. The little girl kicked her feet happily, poking at her cousin's cheek with one of her pudgy little fingers.

Arianna and Kaci came barreling down the stairs, ready for school. Arianna smiled when she saw her cousin, "Hey, Cin."

"Hey, we should go. My sister is on the fritz as usual," Cynthia groaned, rolling her eyes. Both girls rushed out the door, saying goodbye to the adults as they went.

Damon let go of his wife, before picking up Kaci, "Alright, little one, time to get you to school. Give mommy kisses."

Bonnie leaned down, peppering her daughter's face with tons and tons of kisses. "Have a good day. I love you both."

Damon kissed his wife, before leading his daughter towards the door. It was a crazy life, but he wouldn't trade his children for anything in the world.