Alright, guys. This is the start of the Prologues for the story ideas in the previous chapter. I'm not sure when I'll start posting them but... I'll give you the Prologues at the very least and see what I'm gonna do after that. Maybe I'll post one or two stories within the next few months. Like I said. We'll see what happens.

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A Vampire's Kit: Vampire Diaries (Gen)

Damon should have really asked when a witch came up to him. While she was turned out to be a pretty good friend (for a witch), there was no way he could have predicted what she was up to... Well, at least the results of their union were surprisingly cute.

I'll also be cleaning up my profile, getting rid of some of the stories that I probably won't be continuing for a while.

Enjoy,

Nick

Damon was in his bedroom at the Boarding House, setting up the crib for Kit. The baby had been with him since his mother died while giving birth to him. To this day, he couldn't understand how she got pregnant after sleeping with him but Clarissa had always been a pretty amazing witch so he shouldn't be too surprised. For his three and a half months Kit was a good baby. He rarely cried and loved hearing Damon talk. The vampire made it his mission to read as many children's books to him as possible. By now, he had a whole collection of Dr Seuss books. They were better than he expected and ever since Kit reacted to his voice, it had become a lot more fun.

So far, no one knew that he was here yet. Zach was out at the moment as was Stefan. There was some sort of party going on at the Falls. Once Kit was settled, Damon would go there and make his presence known to his brother. There was nothing better than causing mischief after all.

Damon crouched down next to the car seat that Kit was currently sleeping in. The baby had only fallen asleep a few minutes ago, so the vampire could safely take him along… Normally he would ask his neighbour to watch Kit while he was out feeding but there was no one who could watch the baby here "I need you to be a good baby until I get back, Kit," Damon murmured, picking up the car seat, handing Kit his fox plush. Clarissa hadn't wanted to buy the cliché teddy bear although Damon had one of those as well. In fact, there was little Damon didn't have for Kit. Maybe it was because the vampire had been freaking out the first few weeks he had been taking care of the little boy or maybe he just wanted him to have a better childhood than he had.

It took him maybe half an hour to get back to the Boarding House after leaving the girl he had fed on, lying on the ground. As soon as he got back, he heard Zach talking to Stefan "What's going on?"

Damon smirked, carefully scooping Kit out of the car seat and into his cot while listening to what was going on downstairs. Stefan let out a sigh "Someone else was attacked tonight, Zach, and it wasn't me." When the older vampire heard his younger brother walking up the stairs, he decided to put on a show. He called his crow, letting it fly through Stefan's open window while he sped over to stand on the balcony "Damon."

"Hello, brother," the raven-haired man smirked.

Stefan looked back up at where the crow was still sitting "Crow's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Wait till you see what I can do with the fog," Damon whispered conspiratorially.

"When'd you get here?" the younger of the two brothers demanded. He really didn't want Damon anywhere near this town. Especially considering that Elena was an exact copy of Katherine.

"Well, I couldn't miss your first day at school," Damon shrugged "Your hair's different. I like it."

Stefan crossed his arms with a small glare "It's been fifteen years, Damon."

"Thank God," the older of the two grumbled "I couldn't take another day of the nineties. That horrible grunge look? Did not suit you. Remember, Stefan, it's important to stay away from fads."

"Why are you here?" Stefan repeated, looking to be about done with his brother's bullshit.

Damon smirked in mock innocence "I miss my little brother."

"You hate small towns," the younger Salvatore pointed out "It's boring. There's nothing for you to do."

"I've managed to keep myself busy," Damon shrugged, thinking about that tiny human in his room. Thankfully, Stefan didn't know about Kit yet because there was something that he didn't want to explain to his brother. He had nothing against Kit, just the opposite in fact. The big bad vampire had fallen in love with his little bundle of joy – Not that he would admit that out loud. He had to think of his image after all.

Stefan made a noise in the back of his throat "You know, you left that girl alive tonight. That's very clumsy of you."

"Ah," Damon hummed "That can be a problem… for you." After all, he had a son and since Kit really was his, it would make it hard for people to assume that he actually was a vampire. Now, if only he could find out how Clarissa got pregnant in the first place.

"Why are you here now?"

The older of the two brothers picked up one of Stefan's journals, leafing through it "I could ask you the same question. However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up all into one little word… Elena." He looked up at his brother "She took my breath away. Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine. Is it working, Stefan? Being around her, being in her world? Does it make you feel alive?" Damon had no interest in playing house with the Katherine look-alike… Honestly, he didn't. There were a lot of things he had finally been made aware of. One of them was that Katherine never loved him. Oh, he had raged and killed quite a few people in the process but… He had to admit that it made sense. Katherine had never seen him for who he really was, so why would he try to be with someone who looked exactly like the bitch that had betrayed him? The only reason he would go after Elena was to annoy his brother. That was his final goal after all. Well, that and raising Kit away from the big cities.

Stefan went to step forward but stopped "She's not Katherine."

"Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended," Damon taunted "Tell me something when's the last time you had something stronger than a squirrel?"

"I know what you're doing, Damon. It's not gonna work."

"Yeah? Come on. Don't you crave a little?" The older of the two started running towards Stefan, hitting him repeatedly.

Stefan groaned "Stop it."

"Let's do it," Damon whispered "Together. I saw a couple of girls out there. Or just, let's cut to the chase, let's just go straight for Elena."

"Stop it," Stefan repeated, this time his voice was firmer. He wanted to keep Elena out of this. She wasn't Katherine… She was the complete opposite of the vampire even.

"Imagine what her blood tastes like," Damon murmured, watching Stefan's face transform in satisfaction "I can."

The younger Salvatore took a deep breath "I said stop," he spat, running into Damon. The two brothers flew out of the window, landing on the ground, hard.

Contrary to Stefan, Damon was up immediately, waiting for his younger brother to get up. Upstairs, he could hear Kit starting to wake and hoped the baby would hold off until Stefan was gone "I was impressed," Damon clapped "I give it a six. Missing style but I was pleasantly surprised. Very good with the whole face… thing. It was good."

"You know, it's all fun and games, Damon, huh? But wherever you go, people die."

The smirk slid from Damon's face as he looked at the vampire in front of him emotionlessly "That's a given."

"Not here," Stefan shook his head "I won't allow it."

"I take that as an invitation," Damon shrugged, not really caring for what Stefan had to say. Sometimes he asked himself why he still cared for his younger brother at all. Damon knew that he was an asshole but after everything that happened to him… Katherine, Stefan forcing him to turn and the… the Augustine Society no one should blame him for what he was. Not that Stefan knew about what happened to him back then. His brother was completely oblivious to just how broken his brother really was. Maybe it would change things if he knew, maybe it wouldn't. Damon didn't care. All he cared about was to make sure that Stefan paid "I promised you an eternity of misery, so I'm just keeping my word."

"Just stay away from Elena," Stefan shook his head.

Damon looked at him in disinterest "Where's your ring? Oh, yeah, the sun's coming up in a couple of house and poof, ashes to ashes." When Stefan started to look around in panic, Damon rolled his eyes "Relax. It's right here." Before the younger of the two could reach for it, Damon had him by the throat, throwing him against the garage "You should know better than to think you're stronger than me. You lost that fight when you stopped feeing on people. I wouldn't try it again." The lights in the house came on and Damon heard a small cry coming from his room. It was quiet enough for Stefan to miss which amused Damon to no end "I think we woke Zach up. Sorry, Zach."

The human Salvatore was standing in the living room when Damon entered, staring at Damon with narrowed eyes "Damon."

Damon smirked at his nephew when his son's low cries reached his ears "Give me a moment," he murmured, speeding up the stairs and into his room. Stefan had left to go stalk Elena or whatever it was he did, so the older of the brothers could take his time. Within a minute, he had Kit in his arms, shushing him gently "Are you hungry, little man?" The baby gurgled, twisting his tiny fists into Damon's shirt when the vampire held him close to his chest. He walked down the stairs, careful not to jostle Kit too much. Even after three months, the vampire was still scared to drop the fragile human.

"Uncle Damon?" the shocked voice of his nephew startled him out of his thoughts "Is that a baby?"

"No. It's a bunny," he rolled his eyes "What do you think, Zach?"

Zach glared at the older and more reckless of the brothers "Where did that come from?"

Damon snorted "Two things. One, 'that' is a he and second of all, have you never heard of the birds and the bees?"

"I'm serious," Zach snapped, slightly scared for the baby in the vampire's arms "Why do you have a baby? Did you steal him?"

"You are kidding, right?" Damon frowned, his voice getting an edge to it. People could accuse him of many things but he would never hurt children. Never! "Kit's mother died giving birth to him. He's mine… Not that it's any of your business." He glared at the man in front of him when the child started to get fussy again "Now excuse me, I need to make him a bottle."

Zach swallowed, following his uncle into the kitchen "Do you… Can I hold him?"

"Why?"

"It might be faster to get the food mixed up if you have both hands," Zach shrugged.

Damon stared at his nephew for a few seconds "If you hurt him… You're dead." With that warning, he handed over the baby boy carefully, turning back to fix the formula in one of the bottles he hid in one of the cupboards when he arrived earlier.

"How old is he? Kit, you called him?" the human questioned, staring down at the little guy in his arms. It had been a while since he held a baby but it was something that came instinctively once you knew what to do.

"Yeah," the vampire nodded "His name's Kit. He's just over three months old now."

Zach looked up at his uncle. If there was one thing he wouldn't have expected, it was Damon taking care of a baby "You said he was yours. How?"

"I don't know," he replied emotionless, grabbing Kit from the other man "Clarissa never told me." Damon held the bottle to Kit's lips, watching him latch on with a faint smile.

"I'm sorry."

Damon shook his head with a sigh "Don't be. It's fine… Clarissa – We knew that she would die. The longer then pregnancy lasted, the worse she got. Since she didn't want to be turned… She just died." He draped the boy over his shoulder, making sure to burp him.

"You sound like you loved her," Zach pointed out.

"I think I did," the vampire shrugged "I don't know…"

Zach nodded uncomfortably "Er, listen… I'm going to go back to bed but if you ever need anyone to look after him…"

The older Salvatore blinked in surprise "Thank you."

"It's no problem." The vampire watched his nephew leave with a weird expression on his face. Zach had never been his biggest fan but as soon as he saw Kit, he seemed to have mellowed out somewhat. He guessed that it had something to do with the fact that Damon wasn't as… emotionless anymore. Since the baby became part of his life, he couldn't even imagine not having someone to take care of, to love him whether he was 'evil' or not. And there was no doubt about that. Kit did love him. He loved being around him and listening to him… Damon sighed, tickling his son's stomach. He really wanted to go out, explore the town but he wasn't sure about what to do with Kit. Of course, he could take him but he fully intended to grab at least one drink… Maybe he could hold off for his private stash here.

It was already late when Damon walked into the Grill with Kit sleeping in his car seat. The vampire immediately hones in on the bar, placing the carrier on the stool next to him. He looked around the near-empty establishment and honed in on a table that held two girls. They seemed to be about the Doppelgänger's age.

"Are you sober yet?" the dark-skinned girl asked the blonde who had her back to him.

The blonde groaned, dropping her head to the table "No."

"Can I get you anything?" the bartender questioned, seeing the man sitting at the bar. His gaze strayed to the baby and back to the man with a raised eyebrow.

Damon smirked with a little shrug "Just water." He nodded in thanks when the glass was placed in front of him, turning his attention back to the conversation behind him.

"Why didn't he go for me?" the blonde grumbled "You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?"

The other girl shook her head "I'm not touching that."

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And… Elena always says the right thing," Caroline rambled "She doesn't even try. And he just picks her and she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard and… I'm never the one."

"It's not a competition, Caroline," Bonnie sighed.

The blonde crossed her arms "Yeah, it is." She shook her head "You know what? I'm horrible company right now… Just go home, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I am," Caroline nodded "I need a bit more time… and more coffee."

Damon's head whipped around when Kit started fussing "Really?" the vampire sighed in exasperation "So much for a quiet baby. I go out once… once in the three months you're here and now you choose to get fussy?" Kit stared up at him with wide eyes and babbled something incomprehensible "Of course."

A small giggle sounded from somewhere behind him, causing Damon to look at the blonde watching him. She blushed when he caught her gaze "Sorry," Caroline apologized "The two of you are just too cute."

"Cute?" Damon gaped, looking down at his son who was still looking up at him with wide eyes, his fist in his mouth "Stop being cute, Kit."

"Kit? Is that his name?"

The vampire closed his eyes for a moment. He could compel the blonde but… A part of him didn't want to make too many enemies in this town. Sure, Damon wanted Stefan to pay but that didn't mean that everyone else had to hate him "Yes. It is…"

"Oh, sorry," the blonde smiled "I'm Caroline. Caroline Forbes."

"Damon Salvatore."