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"Sometimes being a good mother gets in the way of being a good person."
—Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey—
"Morning Elena." Damon Salvatore greeted with an off the beam grin. "To what do I owe this vexing visit?"
It's early morning. A time of day where humans were supposed to be dragging around and chugging coffee like a common crack addict and yet Elena Gilbert was wide awake. And in his room. Joy.
Glare. "I promised Stefan that I would make nice with you." Heathen, she omits.
"How's that going for you so far, doppelganger?" Damon teased because he knew she'd perhaps prefer a root canal over any type of interaction with him.
"Shut it and listen to me before I back out of this, Damon."
A humoring pale hand gestured for her continuance.
"Ms. Bennett is hosting a party for her granddaughter tomorrow night. She's flying in and she wants us to help welcome her." Pause. "If you can manage not to be an asshole for a night, you can come."
Damon knew Shelia Bennett. She was the witch that opened the tomb for him only to find that bitch Katherine no where in sight. He'd promised Shelia his gratitude and loyalties if she ever needed them, it was his way of thanking her for her begrudging help. Two years later and the old witch had yet to cash in.
Perhaps she had forgotten. Heh, fate had never been so kind to him.
"I like Shelia." He shrugged. "I wouldn't ruin her party."
"And her granddaughter? You can't annoy her either." Elena fidgeted, she hated spending anything over thirty seconds with Damon because he's unpredictable and sadistic and she doesn't need any more reason than that to justifying her frayed nerves.
"If I'm annoying her then where would I find the time to annoy you, hmm?"
A quiet sigh escaped her mouth as she knew this was a mistake. Inviting Damon anywhere and expecting him to behave was irresponsible because Damon's social skills had died along with his humanity in 1864.
However, Stefan believed in Damon and Elena believed in Stefan and there the conundrum laid, because, there was no way Elena would ever trust Damon to be anything other than Damon.
"Just behave. I don't believe Shelia's grandaughter is privy to the supernatural so no tricks, Damon."
"Yeah yeah," Damon wagged. "I never said I was going. Tomorrow is Saturday. 'Nuff said."
Elena grinned relieved. "Well, I can't say I'm disappointed. Enjoy your coeds."
Damon watched as the girl with the face he once loved, plod out of his room overjoyed.
Maybe he would pop in… just to rain on her parade.
"Today is a special day, Bonnie. Very special." Abigail McCullough coos at her daughter lovingly while soothing the child's wild curls into two low pigtails.
"I know." The child replies with all the spunk of a six year old who knows all. "I get to meet Mouse."
"Klaus. His name is Niklaus." Abigail corrects with a frown.
"Yeah." Giggle. "Silly name, mom."
"I need you to get his name right. Its only polite, honey. Mind you're manners."
Sage green eyes roll toward the ceiling. "Scout's honor, mom."
Abigail smiles at the daughter that had brought her equal parts joy as well as pain. She'd change their lives for the better because the alternative was not an option. Losing Bonnie was not an option. Klaus could help and whatever she had to do in return for his aide was such a small price to pay. Her daughter was worth it.
Abigail's lovat eyes stared down at her offspring, she's taught herself to ignore the high cheekbones and mischievously crooked smile that are so reminiscent of her ex-husband.
She's still learning to let him go.
She blinks away the pain as if the action could do such a thing. "I love you, Bonnie. Always."
Bonnie didn't know much about the Bennett's.
Her mother, Abigail McCullough, had never been particularly forthcoming with information about them. 'The Bennett's aren't to be trusted,' was the most Bonnie could ever squeeze out of her mother on the topic.
That opinion hadn't much changed since Bonnie had first inquired about her father's family thirteen years ago. With most certainty, Abigail would turn over in her grave if she knew where her daughter was headed today.
Virginia was a humdrum state. No celebrities really lived there and they were not exactly known for their weather, nevertheless, it would be Bonnie's new home for the foreseeable future.
It was the fresh start she needed.
She ought make the best of it.
Author's Note
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries nor the CW. Past and future chapters are for my nonprofit entertainment by 'playing' with the cast of TVD.
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