Damon's Daughter
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The sign read "Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia," but to me it appeared to say "Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia, where that guy who got your mom pregnant lives."
As my Mercedes sped down the gravel roads of a tiny town in Virginia, I wondered what the hell I was doing here. Oh, yeah. I'm here to meet dear old dad. Ya know… The one that's not aware I exist.
When I reached a stoplight I glanced to the right where I saw two young parents with their small baby in a stroller. It's basically the epitome of sweet. These are the moments when try very hard to practice self-control. A large portion of me wants to park the car and drain the life out of them before they can wail "vampire," and the devil on my shoulder encourages me. Then there is another, less homicidal angel who tells me that I'm not a monster and I don't have to live off innocent humans. The devil usually wins. But not today. I'm too focused on other things to be hungry. In fact, it feels like my undead heart is ready to beat holes in my chest. I'm on the way to my Damon Salvatore's mansion. Oh yeah, did I mention that he's that guy who got my mom pregnant?
"But wait?" you say, "Vampires can't procreate!"
Yeah. Well. Funny story. I'm not exactly your typical vampire. I guess you could say that I'm a super vampire. A pureblood. Or, if you're a witch, you might know me as the Abomination.
My mother, Juliana, grew up with Esther, and they were extremely close, even though my mom was nearly ten years younger than her. According to the letters my mom wrote me before she died, she and Ester were practically inseparable, and when Esther and her family moved to the New World, my unmarried mother came along. They all lived in harmony before a werewolf killed one of Esther's sons, and she and her husband Mikael knew that something had to be done to protect their family. Thus, the first vampires were born. Esther of course did not become a vampire because she would lose her magic, but when my mother asked to be turned Esther didn't hesitate to perform the spell again. After all, she was incredibly close to my mother. She couldn't bear to see her shrivel up and die while her family didn't age.
Of course, time flew by and secrets were revealed. Mikael learned about Esther's extramarital affair that resulted in Niklaus, the vampire hybrid, and he forced Esther to perform a spell that would repress all of Klaus' werewolf traits. Mikael started to be very harsh towards Niklaus, which caused Klaus to become very blood thirsty.
Time flew by once more and suddenly my mother got lonely. She had always wanted a baby, but she vowed to never marry someone she didn't love like Esther did and live a life of misery. She wanted to have a child with someone she loved, and she hadn't met that person. When she was turned, it was too late. She could no longer have children. Esther noticed my mother's change one day and asked her why she was so upset. My mother then told her how lonely she was and how badly she wanted a child. Esther wanted to fix this, so she tore out her spell books and got to work. After nearly a year of research and nothing to show for it, she turned to Black Magic. She finally found a loophole in the form of a potion that guaranteed pregnancy, but only if the two vampires loved one another.
Flash forward a couple hundred years, my mom meets Damon Salvatore in a bar, they fall in love, screw, mom gets pregnant, and then I'm born.
"But what happened to your dad?" you ask.
Good question. I honestly wish I knew. The letters my mother left me are very detailed about how I came to be, but there is nothing about my father. Nothing. There wasn't even a name. It was my own stubbornness and determination that led me to him. Oh, and Elijah. But that's a completely different story.
Because my mother was sort of an Original vampire, she got all the traits of one, which I inherited. I have all of her powers, plus a couple of my own. I can change my age. I was not born dead, I was alive, but I grew at a faster rate than most children. When I was only a year old I already looked five. I realized that I was able to morph into any age I wanted when my mom died, but I first had to grow old. I was not born dead so I could just keep getting older, until I got to an age that I wanted to stop the morphing process on, and then I would kill myself to complete the spell. I couldn't morph into an age if I hadn't been it yet. In ten years I looked fifty, and then I officially sealed the deal by hanging myself in my cellar. An hour later I woke up and was your stereotypical undead vampire. I made myself morph into a 16 year old girl and started living my life as the one and only pure vampire.
A/N: I apologize for the short length of this chapter. The next chapter will be much longer! Please review and tell me what you think! Reviews are love! :)