AN- Sorry for the short chapter, I'm just really really busy these days. Hopefully I'll be able to write more over the weekend, I'm still very sad over no TVD tomorrow.
HOWEVER, THIS IS A MAJOR CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE SCHEME OF MY STORY!
DISC- I own nothing
"You know what I hate the most?" He said looking at me honestly, worried I ask hastily,
"Whats that?"
"Missing your badass moves. I mean you shooting with a gun. So hot." He said smirking and I blushed,
"It was actually... a shot gun." I say proud of my self (yes Jer and I played a few rounds of Modern Warfare)
"A, so much more hot and B, we have so got to play MW3 then." He says and I roll my eyes,
"You know, its a violation of my privacy for you to eavesdrop like that." I say and he shrugs.
"I am so ashamed." He mocked and I rolled my eyes. Pouring himself a drink from the parlor he sat down on the couch next to me. Offering silently the drink I declined and he shrugged.
"I think, we have about one or two Klaus free days." I said and Damon nodded, downing the drink.
"Go on." He said.
"After these two days I can bet he'll somehow convince Elijah that he wants to reunite the family or something." I stated my opinion.
"Who do you think is in the fourth coffin?" Damon thought out loud.
"I think its Charlotte Petrova." I said and he quirked his eyebrow,
"The first doppelgänger?" He asked and I nodded.
"What I don't understand is what she is. Wait, Klaus told me that Charlotte got pregnant and he killed her, so he was cursed. Meaning he was already a vampire then..." I began,
"When did Klaus ever tell you that?" He asked a bit agitated.
"The night before I reached here." I said and he nodded,
"So maybe its like our case, maybe Charlotte too was a fairy." Damon said.
"Wouldn't that make the whole Petrova line part fairy?" I said and Damon shrugged.
"Too many blank spaces, too many damn variables Elena." He said frustrated and why wouldn't he be, things had just gotten so darn messed up.
"Damon I think we need to research about Ariandres Nikolai maybe if we find him, he'll have answers." I said,
"Or, maybe he's dead." Damon said a bit hopefully.
"Do you truly believe that? How can you be so sure, I was so sure that my parents were dead, hell they died before me and a week ago they turn out to be I don't know, immortal or something." I begin my lecture,
"Elena, what do we know about Ariandres? Nothing, zero, nada, zilch. How can we find him?" Damon said, getting up.
"I don't know."
"Well hallelujah. Thats right Elena, you don't know." He said sarcastically.
"Sorry for giving a suggestion, Damon." I said, flaring up. Getting up too, I turned around about to leave.
"Elena, wait. Wait, I'm sorry." He said, coming in front of me. Looking at his face I also saw the worry and sadness there... whoa wait, why would he be sad?
Then it occurred to me, whenever I brought up the topic of his father, Damon would react that way. Did he feel.. abandoned? Lonely?
"Damon, I'm sure if the situation was different your father would try to meet you yes he shouldn't have let go of your mom but we all make mistakes." I said, trying to convince Damon.
"Elena, stop. Just stop seeing the good in people, from what I've heard my father was a womanizing coward and a first rate SOB. Greek god? My ass." Damon said,
"Son, thats no way to talk about your old man, is it?"
An amused voice said from behind us. Damon and I turned around and I gasped in surprise, standing there was an around six feet tall, black curly hair, piercing blue eyes with a deadly smirk. Basically a more shrewd, old and frankly less attractive Damon.
Thanks for the ego boost babe. Damon thought out.
"Cat got your tongue, Damon?" The man said, smirkingly and Damon just looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked annoyed at the effect he had on Damon. The man turned his attention to me and looked at me approvingly, I looked at him back in disgust.
"Seriously, what are you doing here? Aren't you like a hundred and sixty years late or so?" Damon sneered,
"Now, now, the time and situation was different. If you have any questions which I'm sure you do, so pour me... actually give me the bottle and we'll start with our little bonding session, without your girl friend." He said and I mentally checked in with Damon,
The hell without you.
Leave it, I'll be in the other room, should I call Stefan or Bonnie?
No, stay in the other room. Eli's stake is in the kitchen.
"No problem, you stay here. I'll go." I said and excused myself. Getting out of the room, I dashed towards the counter and grabbed the stake, sticking it in a way that it hid inside thee arm of my jacket. Okay, what next?
Damon's Dad is here! What did you think, hate him, love him? Want a DPOV next chapter? Please Review, cause they equal love and sugar and nice things in the world ;)