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Damon sat at the bar with his usual scowl and bourbon, the glass in his right hand as he leaned his head on his left. He didn't turn his head when someone sat next to him. "That seat is taken." He mumbled shifting his wait and leaning back, both hands now firmly surrounding the cup.
"Still saving it for Alaric?" A deep voice asked. Damon frowned and turned to look at the familiar face.
"Elijah. What a- nope I'm not glad to see you." Damon said turning back to his glass. He took a drink and motioned for Matt to get him another. Matt nodded and Damon slid his glass forward, the crystal scraping against the mahogany wood bar top.
"I gathered that. But I have something to tell you." Elijah said motioning for Matt to get him on as well. "I don't think you will like it though."
"If it's about our ripper brothers, I don't want to know nor do I give a fuck." Damon said throwing back his new glass of bourbon and then standing. Turning he attempted to get out.
"It's about Elena." Elijah said turned his head to look over his shoulder at Damon's back. His brown eyes full of concern. "I know you love her."
"You don't know anything about me and her, but continue." Damon said turning and staring at him. His blue crystal eyes now full of anger.
"I don't think this is the best place to tell you, maybe we should go somewhere more…quiet?" The original asked looking around the almost empty grill.
"Or you could tell me right now?" Damon asked sarcastically.
"Very well then…I was talking to the Bennet witch and she was telling me that Elena has been acting off. That she has been sick?" Damon nodded making Elijah wince.
"Talia, before she died. Had a son, Lector. He was a lively young boy. Always found a way to make his mother smile. But before she gave birth, she was constantly sick. Always clutching her stomach and complaining of horrid head pains." Damon stepped forward and glared at the old vampire.
"Where are you going with this?" Damon growled.
"I really do think we should go somewhere else." Elijah said standing up. Damon could tell that the ancient vampire was becoming nervous.
"Just fucking tell me!" Damon roared causing the people that where at the bar to turn their attention to them.
"She may be expecting." Elijah said with a sigh.
Damon stared at him, a lump formed in his throat and he attempted to swallow it. "What?" He asked in a whisper.
"She may be expecting a child. Talia went through the same exact symptoms." Elijah muttered.
"But vampires cant procreate. She has only had sex with St-" Damon stuttered. "Stefan."
"When was this?" Elijah asked, His hands finding their way to Damon's shoulders. The sarcastic vampire ignored the slight calming feeling that began to filter from the older one.
"2 and half years ago." He muttered staring directly in front of him.
"That can't be it. Are you sure that is the only one she has been with?" Damon scoffed then froze.
"Me…well we didn't sleep together, we made out." Damon smiled slightly at the memory but snapped back to reality. He pushed Elijah's hands off and stepped back.