16 years ago

The rain poured heavily. The dark mystic falls night only made everything better. Damon had just finished his hunt. He could still taste the fresh taste of human blood on his lips. Licking his tongue, a tingling sensation filled his body, begging for more. He knew Stefan wouldn't approve, because of his diet. How was Stefan suppose to survive on animal blood. It wasn't natural for a vampire to live of animal blood. They should use their gift to feed the right way.

Damon walked into his 19th century house, taking in every little historic detail. He remembered back years ago, when this house use to be his real home. He lived here as a human. So did his brother Stefan. They were fighting over the same girl. Katherine. What he didn't know back then, was she was like him. She was the one that cursed him and his brother. At first, he hated it. But now, Damon wanted to thank her, if he knew where she was. Damon loved Katherine more than anything. If only he could've stopped the mob from killing her and the others. His father's best friend was in love with a vampire. Except, poor old Jonathan didn't know this until the mob. He betrayed her and sent her with the others to be murdered. As he watched Katherine locked up and thrown into the carriage, he knew at that moment he'd do anything to save her. A hundred years later, he still kept the promise, and will do anything to get her by his side again.

A tear formed in his grey eyes as he thought back to that night. He quickly wiped it away. Damon swished his hair from side to side, quickly drying his hair. He hung his drenched coat on the coat rack. Just as he headed towards the old, wooden stairs, there was a light knock on the door. But to Damon, it was the bang of despair. He can hear better than humans can. With a sigh of annoyance, Damon went to the door to answer it.

At the door, a small old woman stood with a basket in her hands. The woman was wearing a black rain coat, which covered her face. Damon could tell it was a woman by her scent. A soft fruity smell filled his nostrils. Although her scent was weak, to him, it was a strong smell that lightly burned his nose. Damon looked at the beggar woman and raised his eyebrows. It was his way of asking what she wanted.

"Take the basket," the woman ordered. Her tone was slightly demanding and angry. Nervously, he took the basket of her, and looked down at it. He took his eyes of the woman for a second, but when he looked back, she had disappeared. The woman was no where to be seen in the dark, cold, wet street. Damon held the basket with one hand and closed the door.

Damon placed the basket on the antic coffee table and looked at the basket with confusion. Securely place on the top of the basket was a small envelope, with his name written across it. Damon lifted up the envelope. But before he could open it, the basket moved a little. Damon jumped a little at the little squirm. Shakily, he pulled back the blanket to reveal a little baby. Damon heart started to pound hard. It couldn't be what he thought it was.

Quickly, he ripped the envelope open and started to skim read the letter.

Dear Damon,

Long time no speak. I know by the time you read this, I won't be walking the earth no more. Remember that wonderful time last year, you and me got a little carried away. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. If you haven't already guessed, I was pregnant with your baby. I was in pain while it was happening, but I'm just happy she survived. She hasn't got a name. I wouldn't have the chance to name her. The pregnancy was that bad, that only one of us had to survive. I'm just glad it's her. Damon please promise you will look after her. I don't know if she's like you and Stephan. But either way, I want her to have a normal life like you do. If she is like you, please don't let her hurt anyone. I know you believe it's your way, but this is our daughter.

I don't know how long I have left. I have given her a special locket. Silver. Heart shaped. Please give it to her when she's ready. Tell her everything when she's the right age. Keep reminding her that I love her so much and I wish I was there to help you bring her up. I love her Damon. Just as much as I love you.

I love you Damon. More than you'll ever know.

Damon's eyes filled with tears. He made sure not to let them fall onto the letter. He was going to keep it for as long as he could. Damon heard the quiet footsteps of his brother. He quickly wiped the tears, as his brother approached the room.

"Who was at the door?" Stefan asked. Damon didn't answer. He just handed his brother the letter. As Stefan read the letter, Damon knelt in front of the basket. He placed a hand on his daughters forehead, being careful not to wake her up. In his daughters small hands was a little locket. Heart shaped and silver. Just like the letter said. Gently, he slipped the locket out of his daughters hands and stuck it into his pocket. Damon would look at it later.

Stefan knelt beside Damon, looking at his niece.

"She's adorable," Stefan whispered.

"I know," Damon said. "Just one problem."

"What's that?" Stefan asked.

Damon looked at his brother. "I don't know how to raise a child," he announced.

Stefan sighed and bit his bottom lip. Neither did he. Both brothers didn't think they could have children. But the little baby sat in front of them now said different.

"Have you any names for her?" Stefan asked changing the subject. A smile curled on his lips. Luckily, he did. Damon knew his brother was thinking of a certain name. But it wasn't Katherine. It was something much more loving than that name.

"Annabeth," Damon said. With that, Damon kissed the top of his baby girls head, and couldn't help but smile.