CHAPTER 3 – FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER

A/N: Love the idea of you guys not writing off Charlie but saying that you just wish Damon could be a better father.

"We weren't expecting you" Charlie grew terse and his shoulders were now squared and his jaw was defensively jutted out.

Damon shrugged offhandedly, "Well, here I am" he gestured towards himself proudly.

"Why?" I asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing my arms defiantly.

He finally craned his head towards me with a bored expression, like he was so high and mighty that I should count myself lucky he had given me the time of day. "I came to take you home" he stated coolly and confidently.

Before I could snap at him, Charlie cleared his throat and sent me a sharp look. "I thought you wanted her to stay here" he tried.

"I did" Damon agreed and then drew his eyes away from me and onto him. "…but I think that she should be with family-"

"Charlie is family" I snapped and clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth.

He rolled his eyes and huffed in frustration. "Your real family" he countered and then made another attempt at convincing me. "Stefan misses you" he quipped and I rolled my eyes.

Uncle Stefan.

Sometimes, I thought of him as being worse than Damon. In human years, we were about the same age and I thought he would at least share a teenager's careless attitude but Uncle Stefan was so dull and strict.

On the other hand, he had been the only one to show that he somewhat cared for me, so I suppose part of me was thrilled that he wanted to see me.

"When will you be leaving?" Charlie asked in a hoarse tone and fearful eyes.

"Now"

"Now?" Both me and Charlie exclaimed simultaneously. Although, my tone was still enraged but his was a nervous gasp.

"Well, as soon as you pack your bags, we can drive down to Virginia" Damon explained in the same condescending tone that I despised.

Needing to find the will to calm down and get my blood pressure to a normal standpoint, I looked back at Charlie – the man who had filled in for the jackass on his left. Charlie; who had been so kind and generous and supportive through my training; sometimes even offering himself as a test subject. Charlie; a brave heart who had made me feel like I was his own.

"Come on, then" Damon tugged at my arm. "We can take my car" he continued but I pulled away from him.

"Thanks but I'll go with Charlie"

-XxxxxX-

"Take care of yourself, kid" Charlie murmured, his arms tightening around me.

For once, I sucked it up and returned the hug. "You too Charlie" I replied and blinked away the strange stinging sensation in my eyes.

It was strange how attached I had grown to the human. He had done nothing but care for me and I couldn't help but feel…well I just couldn't help but feel. Regardless of the fact that he may have been obligated to put up with me, I still cared.

When we broke apart, Damon stepped over to us and locked his hands behind his back. His features had hardened and his pebbled stare was darkly fixated onto Charlie. "Get-"

Already knowing the command that would follow, I shrugged him off. Knowing that it would frustrate him, I ignored him when slipping into the car, intentionally slamming the door of his precious Lola.

From my peripheral vision, I could see him mutter something to Charlie and then stiffly walk around to the driver's side. He didn't waste any second in switching on the engine and swiftly backing out of the gravel driveway.

I didn't want to see Charlie but my eyes found his again. Just as soon as they landed on him, I broke my gaze away when seeing the bloodshot eyes tear up. Instead, I laid my head onto the glass and rapidly blinked away my own tears.

"Why did you call me here?" I rasped weakly, not daring to look at him.

I heard his shaky breath and even without looking at him, I already knew that he was going to lie. "I needed to see you" he answered nonchalantly.

"Bullshit!" I screeched, sitting up and turning to glare at him. His own stormy glare meeting mine but I felt nothing but the usual hatred. "You want something!" I accused, already knowing that I was right to do so.

Rather than do the usual thing where he simply spouted the first lie that came, he clenched and then unclenched his jaw. After a few seconds of silence, he turned back to the road and exhaled again. "Regardless of what you think, I actually…care about you" he sighed, somewhat nervously.

"Care enough to compel someone else to look after me" I spat back, refusing to be the fool that would easily fall for his tricks. They may work on a few bimbos and airheads but I was neither.

He shook his head, "I didn't compel him..."

The revelation sparked something within me but I willed it away. "Whatever Damon" I shook my head and laid my head back onto the window. I watched as Forks continued to rapidly pass us by and I felt more withdrawn than ever.

Here I was, in the sperm donor's car, driving out of Washington and for what?

He had ulterior motives – I knew he did.

"You want me for a spell, don't you?" I suspected, growing angrier with the lengthening silence. I sat up abruptly once again, whipping my head around to project whatever I was feeling onto him. "You were using my mum and now you're using me" I exclaimed, narrowing my eyes when he irritably ran his fingers through his hair.

I crossed my arms and fell back onto the seat. "Well tough luck, I'm not doing any spell" I vowed.

"I didn't…"he began but I wasn't having it.

I held up one hand to stop him. "Don't lie to me"

"Believe what you want…"

Why on earth would he want me back?

It had been over 40 years and now…

Could he…?

"You found her didn't you?" I interjected once again, finding no patience for his excuses.

He avoided me as he attempted to remain detached. "Found who?" he asked, transforming his expression into one of confusion as that was what was expected.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about" I snapped, angry at him for undermining my intelligence.

It took him a while but he finally found his voice. "Yes" he whispered numbly, silently nodding but seeming strained. "I found her" he confirmed but I read something more into his distant voice. I could tell he was trying too much into keeping his voice calm and composed.

"And she didn't want you" I guessed, not really trying to erase the smug smirk on my face. "Could you really blame h-"

"Watch how you talk to me!" he growled and the car was jilted with his fired rage. "I am your father" he added and I caught how his knuckled whitened when gripping the steering wheel.

"Why are you doing this?" I questioned again, suddenly feeling tired.

Then again, I couldn't blame myself – especially after the day from hell I just had; break-up… Revenge… Reunion… Packing… Goodbyes...

It was a wonder I wasn't losing my mind.

"What?"

I turned to him, conflicted over which emotion I could channel. "You dump me, leave me with humans, and then you think you can just take me anytime you want?" I rambled, wondering how screwed up and naïve the man beside me was. "Whatever plan you have is void because I am not going to help you" I stated, this time with a more stoic and controlled tone.

"Despite what you think, I did what I did to protect you" he argued.

I couldn't allow myself to believe that. "From what?" I challenged but no reply was given – as expected. "Protect me from vampires like you?" I shot back, knowing that as honest as the words were, they would still hurt him – at least I hoped they would. "The ones who use witches until they're drained" I reproached, allowing my anger to finally be voiced. "My mother may have fallen for your stupid tricks but you are not doing the same to me"

A/N: Well there is a little bit of back story. What did you think?