Flashback

I sighed as i sat under my favourite willow tree in the garden, doodling in my sketchbook. It had been months since i had seen my father. He was fighting in a war against the north.

Uncle Stefan promised he'd meet me by the tree; said we'd spend the day together. But, i can hear him across the garden with Katherine, as usual. I was used to this. Since Katherine had showed up at out home she's all my father and uncle would pay attention to.

Tonight was the founder's day party. I was supposed to attend - being a part of a founding family and all- but i wasn't sure i wanted to go anymore. My father was supposed to be taking me but he wasn't here.

I continued drawing in my sketchbook. I was supposed to be home by now but i wasn't far from the house so i could push it a bit. "I believe you are out past your curfew, young lady." I turned instantly when i heard the familiar voice.

There sat my father, dressed in his uniform, leaning up against a tree with a smirk on his face.

Tears welled up in my eyes as i got up and ran straight towards him. "Papa!" i exclaimed, jumping straight into his arms and hugging him tightly. He chuckled, catching me in his arms.

"Hey, Angel. You missed me?"

I cry heavily into his shoulder and held on to him as if my life depended on it.

"You're back! Why didn't you tell Grandpa?" i asked as i pulled away.

"I wanted to surprise you," he smiled and moved a piece of my blonde curly hair from my face. I laughed and wrapped my arms back around his neck, "I love you, Papa."

"I love you too, Angel"

End flashback

Present day - Mystic Falls

3rd person

Damon sat up in his bed. He sighed as he looked at the clock. 9am. He groaned and got up from his bed.

He walked into the parlor and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He downed it and poured himself another. Stefan and Elena walked in. Stefan sighed and looked at his brother sadly. Every year on this day, on her birthday, Damon would sit and drink hoping he could just forget for a while. Stefan walked over to Damon and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Elena watched on confused, she had never seen Damon like this. She had never seen him look so...broken. Damon looked up at his brother for a moment then went straight back to his glass. "Want me to come with you?" Stefan asked, "No," Damon simply replied, he got up, walked to the front door and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Elena questioned, Stefan sighed sadly.

"Today's his daughters birthday," he told Elena. She looked at him shocked, "Damon has a daughter?"

"Had.." he corrects her "she died a long time ago."

"What happened?" Elena asks cautiously, knowing this would probably be a touchy subject. Stefan looked at her and told her, "in 1864 after we supposedly died she went missing. No one knows what happened to her," he sat down, a tear slipped down his face while Elena sat beside him and held his hand.

"She was only nine," he smiled "she was sweet, caring. She always knew how to put a smile onto someone else's face," he sighed. "What was her name?" she asked.

"Luna. Her name was Luna Grace Salvatore," Stefan replies "every year Damon goes to the willow tree down by the lake and just sits for a while. It was her favourite place to go when she was alive." He looks down sadly remembering his niece. Elena wraps her arms around his neck in a comforting hug.