Hey guys. If you're following any of my other stories, the next chapters should be uploaded by sometime next week but I had to start this story because it's been in my head for a long time now.
"Father," Damon said as he hugged Giuseppe Salvatore. "It's good to see you," he said lying through his teeth. A handmaiden took Damon's sack as Giuseppe looked over his son.
"How are you here," Giuseppe asks. Damon takes out a letter and hands it to his father.
"As a Lieutenant, I am able to take leave for a couple months seeing that I'm wounded."
"Lieutenant," Giuseppe asks in surprise. Let it be noted that Giuseppe was not only surprised but proud. Though this was the only time Giuseppe had ever been proud to even call Damon his son.
"Yes Father. I was promoted over the period of time." Damon hated the war. He hated what it stood for. He truthfully wanted nothing to do with it but he knew his Father would be furious if he told him how he truly felt. Damon looked around before asking, "Where is Stefan?"
A handmaiden by the name of Emily Bennett was cleaning the windows. She turned to Giuseppe and Damon and said, "Mr. Stefan is in the stable brushing horse Mr. Damon."
"Thank you Emily," Damon said smirking at her.
"You are welcome Mr. Damon." Emily smiles at his reflection in the window and continues to clean.
Giuseppe tells Damon that after he is done with Stefan he will come in and have whiskey with him to celebrate. Damon replies with a "Yes Father," and then heads towards the stables in the backyard.
Inside the stable Damon finds himself waiting the door as he watches Stefan inside his horse's box stall brushing his horse Lily in which he named after his mother. "Stay calm Lily. Stay still," Stefan told his horse in a whispering tone. Stefan still has yet to notice Damon who is smirking at Stefan. However, Damon's horse, Raven, begins to neigh, snort and whine uncontrollably as she sees Damon. "Aw Raven. You ruined the surprise," Damon says in a humorous tone.
"Damon!" Stefan drops the brush as soon as he sees Damon who in turn envelopes him in a hug. Tears surface in Stefan's eyes and he lets them fall. "I cannot believe you are here," Stefan says. "How are you here!? You never replied to any of my letters. I thought…I thought you…I thought you were d-de-dead."
Damon runs his hand over his brother's head running his fingers through his hair a continuous amount of times to calm him. "I'm not dead piccolo," Damon says laughing. "I told you that I will never leave you. I won't die until you die and that won't be for a very long time."
"Then how are you here," Stefan said very emotionally.
"I am on leave." Damon pulls away from Stefan and begins to wipe away his tears. "Stop your crying. We can't have Father see you like this. He'll beat you." Stefan nods and starts to compose himself. "I have to drink and celebrate with Father and possibly some of the town founders as well. Tomorrow however, I shall talk to you and only you and we will talk about anything you'd like." Stefan nods his head not knowing if the words he wants to speak will come out of his mouth.
Damon walks over to his horse Raven and brushes his fingers through her mane. Raven puts her cheek on Damon's and he laughs. "I missed you as well Raven." Damon throws his arm over Stefan's shoulders and walks with him back into the household. "Oh what Hell awaits me," Damon says as Stefan heads to his room.
Hours pass and after many glasses of whiskey the Founders had headed home and Giuseppe to his room. Damon however had not taken more than a few sips of his whiskey. He heads to the handmaiden, Emily Bennett's quarters on the opposite side of the household. He enters without knocking.
Emily lays on her bed in darkness in her nightgown. There lay couple candles on her nightstand. Damon walks over a picks one up. "Incendia," He says. Not only does that candle light but the others on the nightstand. He puts the candle down and looks at Emily. She still has yet to turn towards him. He goes over to the door and closes it.
"Damon," Emily asks. "What are you doing in my quarters?"
"Am I not allowed to see the love of my life," he asks.
Damon takes off his uniform so that he is only left in his undergarments. "I have missed you for the past four months," he tells her. Damon gets onto the bed and kisses her. "I've longed for you." He gives her another kiss. "I've longed to kiss you." Another kiss is planted on her lips. This one lasting for much longer. "I've longed to touch you." His hand moves along her thigh. "I've longed to love you." He moves closer so that his body is fully touching hers.
Emily and Damon passionately hold each other for a few moments before Emily pulls away. "Damon," Emily says to him. "It is late."
"I know," he replies looking deeply into her eyes.
"Would you like to see her," she asks him.
"I would."
Both Emily and Damon get out of the bed next and went to the crib by the window. Emily takes the sleeping baby out of her crib only for the baby to awaken but stay calm and quiet blinking her blue eyes. Emily hands her to Damon who looks deeply into the eyes matching his own.
"We had a son as well," Emily says sadly. "He died during the birth. He never even opened his eyes."
"I'm sure God is with him," Damon says. "He's probably with him right now looking down on us."
"I gave her the name you loved so much. Bonita. Bonita Lilian Bennett-Salvatore. But you're the only one that knows the Salvatore part." Bonita had looked just like her mother in every way but anyone could see that the curly hair and blue eyes had come from Damon. She even had his nose.
"Bonnie," he says to Emily. "Let's call her Bonnie for short." He looks at little Bonnie. "Do you like that Bonita?" He smiles at her and looks as if could never let her go.
"I love you Emily," Damon tells her.
"I love you too Damon." She kisses him on the cheek.
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