A/N: I am going to say this now. I do NOT know my history well so if something is wrong please be nice and just go with it! Thanks! Here we go…I don't own Vampire Diaries
~~Takes place when Damon was younger~~
Damon's POV
"My mother did not care for fathers business. He did not love her." I told Elena
I headed to the kitchen on this beautiful Sunday afternoon; I was to help my mother with brunch. Father had people coming over, I was to be my best behaved. I walked pasted my father's study to find the door was slightly cracked. "Stefan, my son…Damon is not going to take my place when I pass, so I want you to carry on the family business." Anger surged within me. Had father no faith in me? Yes we don't always get along and I don't like him, but had he no faith in me. He always fights with mother about shipping me off to the confederacy…
I fumed but I continued to the kitchen…
"My mother was an amazing cook. We had people to cook for us, but mother refused she let them have the day off when she cooked, or she sent them to do other work in the winery for my father." I told Elena
"So Giuseppe owned a vineyard?" she questioned
"Yes, my mother Elizabetta Salvatore didn't drink wine. Ever. She believed it was wrong to drink anything harmful. She would be so disappointed in me today." I told her looking away from her eyes
"She would love you…Go on." She encouraged
I arrived in the kitchen to find my mother preparing a cake. "Mother? What is it that you are doing?" I asked her
"Damon…It is your birthday, you need a cake. Come help me son." She smiled at me
"Does father know you are making that?" I asked her my father did not care about my birthday
"I do not run everything I do by you father…If he does not like it; he may leave." She plainly said
"But father…" I started but she cut me off
"You are my son and I want to bake you a cake!" she stated
"Yes, mother." I smiled at her
I helped her finish up dinner and set the table, I was placing the last plate at the table when my father and Stefan came in. "Damon! Why are you setting the table! That is women's job!" he yelled at me
"Well the family business is a man's job as well. And it seems as though you have given it to Stefan and he is no man!" I retorted
Suddenly my father's hand made contact with my face with a loud clamp. I fell to the floor, while Stefan just stood and watched. My mother came rushing in. She gasped at the sight, "Giuseppe did you do this?" she rushed over to me
"He insulted my son!" my father said
"Damon is your son as well!" my mother helped me up and stood in front of my father
"Mother. I am fine, please let's just eat." I begged my mother knowing what father would do
My fears were conformed when my father slapped my mother to the ground as well. Father left the room with Stefan on his heels. I helped my mother up and we went back to the kitchen to eat alone. "Mother…I can take care of myself, father does not scare me." I told her
"Damon…listen to me. When I do pass I want you to go to America…find a nice girl settle down. I am sick and only you and I do know this…the doctors say I don't have long." She kissed my cheek "Let me protect you while I can…" she got up to clean the dishes
I hung my head thinking about the day my mother told me she was sick. The doctors didn't know what she was sick with, but they knew she wasn't going to make it…
"How…how long was she sick?" Elena asked hesitantly
"About a year and a half. Then my father and Stefan were out one evening and she called me to her side, to wait in her last moments…" I hated telling this story
When I sat by her bedside that night…the last night…I knew this was the final few hours…
"Mother?" she opened her eyes "Damon." She weakly brought her hand to my face…I placed mine on top of it. "I need you here mother…don't leave me." I begged
"Son, you will be fine without me…stand your ground against your father…for me." She coughed
She removed her hand from min and took her wedding ring off. "Give this to that girl…the one you will settle down with." She placed it in my palm and closed it
"No mother…I couldn't this is yours." I told her
"Now it is yours." She managed a week smile
She tried to sit up, but I carefully pushed her back down. "Lie down. You need your rest." I told her
"Get that small box from the night stand please." I did as I was told and she told me, the treasure in the box would grace the hand of the lucky lady I was to wed one day.
"The ring you are wearing, I know it's not the one you wanted from that catalog, but it was my mother's…her wish was to know I was happy and she believed that ring was lucky." I told my fiancé as she examined her ring, it hand a smiple stone in it.
"It's perfect…" She kissed me
"I'm glad you like it." I smiled talking about my mother made me feel so weak and pathetic
"I love you…I know how hard that was to tell me…I miss my mom so much." She sighed I could see the sadness pricing through her eyes
"I know you do, but at least we have each other, I love you Ellie…" I smirked. That was the nickname I had given her, only her and I knew about it. It was our special thing, that and Kitten and Princess and everything else I called her.
I kissed her cheek then carried her up to the bedroom; where we lay down to have a peaceful sleep for the first time in years. My history is what haunts me and now its freed from my mind.
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