Chapter 7
Father
"Mom?"
"Yes, Nikki?"
"Why is my middle name Snow?" She stopped to think about that. I ran my dainty fingers through my black as night hair.
"Because when I was in labor I was driving to McDonald's with your Uncle Matt. The car broke down and we had to walk back home. Half way there I had you on the side of the road. Did I mention that it was during one of the worst blizzards ever?" She smiled, reminiscing the memory. Wow.
"Okay. Well, I'm out."
"Where do you think you're going?"
Just then Jeremy came in and hugged my mom. "Elena, come on. She's almost eighteen."
"But-" Then Bonnie walked into the kitchen too and started helping my mom with the dishes.
"Elena Marie Gilbert. What were you doing at the age of eighteen?"
"First of all, I'm an exception." I laughed.
"Mom, you're not an exception. At my age you were a vampire hunter. So not fair." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Whatever. Go." I smiled, kissed her cheek, and walked out the door into my new Ford pickup.
I payed for my new books and walked out of the small bookstore. I definitely someone. I glanced behind me and saw a black silhouette in a leather jacket. I walked faster. It walked faster. I turned around and punched it square in the face. It took me by the throat and held me up in the light and my hood fell down. Blue eyes, wavy black hair, pale skin.
"Who are you?"
"Nikki Salvatore. What the hell is it to you?"
"I'm Damon Salvatore. Who's your father?"
"I don't have a father!"
"I'm your father."