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Sophia Salvatore leaned back on the dated, antique couch in the Salvatore house and closed her eyes. Moments later, they sprang open as Damon walked into the room and poured himself a glass of bourbon from his stock.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" He asked with a smirk, swallowing the amber liquid in one quick gulp.
"No. Not yet. We haven't started recording" Paul the cameraman said, fiddling with the tape inside of his camera.
"Good. Wouldn't want to knock the superstar's focus". Damon filled up his glass for a second helping, drained it and put it back on the counter. "Oh and Soph...You've got a little something in your teeth...right here...aaa no...forget it".
Sophia rolled her eyes as her brother walked out the door from which he came. "Okay, are we ready to begin? How is this going to work? Where do you want me to start?"
"Well" Paul began, thrusting his camera onto his shoulder and nudging the boom mike out of his shot. "I figure, the beginning is as good a place as anywhere."
"Alright" Sophie replied. "Here goes".
"Well, I guess you'd want to know how I first became a vampire then." Sophia looked up at Paul for encouragement. After receiving a quick nod, she continued. "So it happened a couple days after both of my brother's funerals. My dad hadn't found their bodies after he saw them both shot when trying to help those vampires getting taken to the church to be burned. Probably more for himself than anyone, he decided to put on some sort of show and hold a funeral for both Stefan and Damon and bury empty caskets. Kind of sick when you think about it".
Sophie looked up and rubbed her arms quickly, giving the appearance of unease. "So, me being the sensitive, emotional girl I am, was obviously devastated at this whole ordeal. Not only was I mourning because of the loss of my two brothers, I couldn't understand why my dad didn't allow me to see their bodies after they were...'put into the caskets'...
"Needless to say, that must have been really hard for you?" Paul suggested after noticing a pause from Sophia.
"Yeah, it was...definitely a rough couple days following. I couldn't stop crying really. I missed Stephan...and for all that it hurt me to admit, I missed Damon. I missed the endless fights, fierce battles of wits and mainly, (although I can't say this too loud because I'm pretty sure Damon is still in the house and can probably hear me...), I missed his brotherly protection. For all Damon was as a human brother, (an ass), he was still my brother and extremely protective of me.
Sophia paused with a slight smile on her lips. "He always knew what to say and do in each situation. He could honestly control any situation that came to his attention. I remember once as a kid when I was probably like 7 years old, there were these boys that were throwing rocks outside my window, trying to hit this little blue jay that was building a nest on my ledge. One stray rock struck the bird on its wing and it tumbled to the ground into the rose bushes placed below. Being the animal lover I am, I ran downstairs and over to the boys and was just about to grab the leader by the shirt when it just hit me...I'm surrounded by boys, at least 5 years older than me that obviously couldn't care less about what a puny little girl thought...probably should have thought about this a little longer...Well, the leader started coming over to me but as soon as he got within a foot, Damon came storming out of the house carrying a croquet putter and started waving it around. He told the boys in a fairly straight forward manner that they'd 'better get their butts off of the property unless the next balls he's going to be hitting are theirs'"
Sophia laughed out loud at her memory and looked a little worried at Paul. "Can I even say that?"
Paul smiled and warned her "Just keep it fairly clean. We only want a PG rating".
Sophia nodded and continued. "Yeah, so needless to say, the boys got out of there pretty quickly. But Damon...Damon was actually quite mad. He came over to me, I remember this exactly...he threw the putter onto the ground, grabbed me by the shoulders, shook me and yelled 'what the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.' Now this was this worst part. You have to understand that Damon is only four years older than me so he was only 11 at the time. So, he pinned me to his chest with one arm and reached behind me and smacked my bum with his other...only once mind you but still, ...needless to say...all hell broke loose."
"He spanked you?" Paul laughed out loud, moving the camera to his other shoulder.
"Yeah. Oh I was furious. Treating me like some little kid when he's only a couple years older...Oh I was seething. So, one thing leads to another and when my dad finally came outside after apparently all of the servants went in to tell him we were fighting, we were tumbling around on the ground, with me hitting out and punching any piece of Damon I could connect with."
"My dad grabbed Damon off of me by the scruff of his neck and hauled him over to the outside wall. All I heard were some random shouts and some sort of whistle like sound coming from my dad but I could probably have grasped what was going on and what was going to happen. So the next thing I saw was Damon hurrying inside and my dad slowly stalking over to me. 'Sophia Lorraine' he said, 'even though your brother has told me you were completely innocent of the transgression I pulled you apart from, I frankly do not believe him. Knowing you, my dearest daughter, you probably either initiated the confrontation or at least had some sort of role to play in it...so needless to say, you will be receiving the due punishment for that transgression...go upstairs and think of your penance..."
Sophia grimaced as the memories came racing back. "Lets just say I received my due penance".
"No, no no! You can't leave your audience not knowing what happened!" Paul exclaimed, shaking the camera in his annoyance.
"Well, honestly I don't really feel comfortable talking about that kind of thing. Just to explain though, my mother had passed away when I was really young. Around when I was two. So growing up, we only had my 'holier than thou' father to put any sort of 'fear of god' into us. And being a man of god such as himself, he truly believed the line from the bible that if you spare the rod, you spoil the child...or whatever it is...Not a line I agree with mind you...But don't get me wrong, I was still my dad's baby girl so I mostly just received hand spankings. Damon and Stefan received a whole lot worse..."
Sophia stopped and bit her lip; her face screwed up in concentration. "Why did I even tell you that story?" she asked Paul.
"Ummm, not sure actually" he replied with a laugh. "Something about Damon looking out for you".
"Oh yeah, thats right. Yeah he always did" she finished awkwardly, wondering how to continue with the interview. "Okay, well yeah...how I became a vampire...well..."
