BPOV

I laid out all the things my book said I needed. I had a few strands of Damon's hair and a bit of his blood, don't ask how I got it, water, and fire.

He would pay. My Gram's death was all his fault and he would pay.

I poured the water into a bowl I had sitting in front of me along with his blood and hair.

Then I lit the candle. I looked down into the book and read. The words were plain gibberish. But I knew it would work.

I closed my eyes and repeated the words two or three times. Then I waited. I watched as the candle burned down then...

CRASH!

Thunder boomed outside and he wind blew hard. Lightening flashed and a glow began to form in front of me.

The glow grew into the shape of a man and soon faded leaving a confused looking man standing in front of me.

"Dove sono?" He said, looking around.

"I'm sorry? I can't speak Italian." He looked at me, and smiled.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"You are in 21 century America Mr..."

"Salvatore. Giuseppe Salvatore"

"Salvatore?" I whispered. "Do you know Damon and Stefan?"

"My sons? Are they here?" He asked looking around.

"Not here, here. But in town. I can take you to the house."

"Oh, yes, please." He offered his arm and took it a little awkwardly. I took a good long look at him. Stefan had a bit off his looks, his nose, maybe. But Damon looked nothing like him.

I lead the way to my car and looked stunned.

"A horseless carriage? Tell me my dear girl how does it work?"

"I'll let Damon and Stefan explain that." I said with a small smile. "Please, get in." He opened his door and got into the car.

We drove in silence, I was afraid the radio would freak him out.

I pulled up to the boarding house and cut the engine.

"Now, I can't stay, Mr. Salvatore. But you enjoy the reunion with your sons."

"Yes. Thank you, young lady." He got out of the car and I drove away before Damon or Stefan came out side.

DPOV

I downed my sixth or seventh glass of scotch, trying not to listen.

Elena was spending the night. I sighed deeply and poured another drink.

"Damon?" Elena asked, suddenly behind him. How did she get so fast?

"Hm?"

"Are you drunk?" She asked, coming toward me. I drank some of my drink and nodded.

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'. Elena sighed.

She was wearing his shirt. I frowned at her.

"Wh-" he door bell cut her off.

"I'll get it." I said. I stood and stumbled into her.

"Alright, come on, Big Boy." She said. I laughed and kissed her hair. It smelled like Stefan. She smelled like Stefan. I pulled away from her and walked to the front door, suddenly sober.

I opened the door and stepped back fear flooding me like cold water.

"Damon? Who-" Elena walked in behind me and stopped.

"STEFAN!" I yelled. How? How could he possibly come back?

"Damon? Why are yelling?" Stefan asked on the stairs. "Are you- Father?"

"STEFAN!" Our Father rejoiced, coming in. Stefan, being daddy's-little-boy, ran to him. They embraced.

I slipped from the room and ran up the stairs to my room.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse...

I curled up on my bed and starred at nothing. For the first time in a very long time, I, Damon Salvatore, was scarred.