I'm back guys! Time to adress the wonderful (and not so wonderful) reviews!

To the one and only flame I got: this fic is clearly not Delena friendly. You are hurting no one but yourself if you keep reading this. Well no one but yourself and our poor brains lol

To all the actually useful reviews: Thank you so much! As for Bonnie appearing, she may or she may not. I have yet to decide that... but yeah, Bella will be a bit... of a ... rebel (for the lack of a better word).

WARNING: tiny smudge of Stefan x Katherine (for this chapter alone), also chapter is shorter because its damn hot and I can't relax with guests in my home. Cheers.

Beautiful Problems

"Well... that was unexpected." the girl spoke dully as she sharpened her nails.

Stefan, who was sitting across from her, sighed as he kept listening to the argument his brother and Elena were having upstairs. To say that the brunette didn't get upset would be a lie but Stefan honestly couldn't find it in him to care. In his opinion, she somewhat deserved that blow - maybe it would smarten her up like Katherine had before she had... died. Biting his lower lip, he looked back at his ... niece ... and could see that she had a lot of Damon in her but her presence and attitude were a mix of both of her parents. He wanted to ask where her mother, Bonnie, was but something told him it was a sensitive subject. After all, if Bonnie was fine, she would have back to pay a visit with her daughter... right?

"Uncle... are you going to talk to me or not?" that sharp voice rang again.

'Definately Damon's daughter...' Stefan thought amused as he spoke up.

"Of course, first of all, what's your name?" he asked. The girl stopped doing her nails and crossed her legs into a more comfy position as she grinned. "My name is Isabella but most call me ..." she went silent when a furious Elena slowly walked up to her and hissed.

"Get out." Bella cooked an eyebrow at that as a tired-looking Damon walked down the stairs. Stefan looked at this brother in slight worry, once again wondering if this was healthy for him.

"No chance in hell." his niece said. "Not unless dad himself throws me out."

"Oh really?" like a tornado, Elena whirled around to face Damon. "Then throw her out. You clearly didn't want her if you can't even remember doing that with Bonnie of all people!"

"Of all people?" Bella repeated the words, cutting across of her father as he went to say something. "Are you implying that my mother was ugly or something?"

"No.. I ... hold on, was?" Elena stared at the younger brunette as her eyes - so much like Damon's - narrowed. Bella looked ticked off and Stefan really couldn't blame her as he wondered why Damon was suddenly stiff a few feet away from him.

"Yes, was." the girl said. "Mother got some illness she couldn't cure and died about three years ago. She told me to go and find my father if anything ever happened to her - that he would happily take care of me until I could care fully for myself - but she only told me his name. Damon Salvatore." she shot said vampire a look. "Not that it was that hard to find you. It only took me three years because I couldn't be bothered to find the man who didn't want me." Bella said, repeating Elena's words again.

Silence resumed in the mansion and just as Stefan was about to break it, Damon did so faster.

"You can stay." he said simply. "There's a room here that I think you would like, it's girly but it has some taste to it. I will redecorate it if something isn't to your fancy." he then told her where to go and as Stefan watched her go upstairs, Elena's whining sounded again.

"But Damon..."

"But what Elena?" he was shocked to hear his older brother talking to the love of his life (or so he kept saying for quite some time) like that. "Bonnie is dead - or at least Bella appears to believe so - and, no matter what happened or with whom, she's still my daughter. I may be cruel and often heartless but I wouldn't throw out my own flesh and blood."

"But..."

"She's staying." Damon's words sounded final. "She will live with us until she doesn't want to anymore. I don't need to do a test to see if she's my daughter since she looks almost exactly like me and even acts like me. And you, Elena, if you don't like that you can go back to your own house until she decides to leave. I'm not forcing you to stay."

"I'm your girlfriend!" Elena sounded disgusted, like she was amazed that she wasn't the center of the universe for someone anymore. Stefan could literally see that notion break right in front of his eyes.

"And she's my daughter. Your point?"

Stefan decided to leave and check on his niece then. He heard crying, weiling and begging as he left and felt almost bad for the brunette. Almost.

But Katherine did have regrets over playing with them. Elena had yet to show any.

And while feeling vindictive wasn't his 'job' so to speak (it was Damon's to be exact), he couldn't help but feel that he would get along nicely with his niece.

Now to help said niece unpack... with that thought, he took her bags and trunk and headed upstairs.

Not sure if this was shorter but... oh well. Next chapter, Elena may or may not try something! :)

Thanks for reading!