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? P.O.V (Give you one guess as to whom…….

Images of past times swam across my eyes as I looked at the couple across the street. There was no way it was him, but yet…….he looked exactly the same.

He had the same black hair, my black hair, and…….and he had her eyes. Marianna's eyes.

But still……..it had been years, centuries. It could not be him.

Damon. The knuckle-head that I had argued with. The rebellious aristocrat.

My son. My son was alive.

No, not alive, but like me. A vampire. A strong vampire.

And the girl. Who is the girl? She looks like Katherine but yet…….she is not. No, that is not Katherine, but who is she?

"We'll be in that store over there, Damon." A dog said to him. It cannot be coincidence that they have the same name, the same face, the same walk. It must be Damon. It has to be. But……

The girl began to follow the dog, but Damon grabbed her arm, pulling her closer, pressing his forehead to her. He whispered something to her, which made her smile and peck him on the lips before wiggling out of his arms and sashaying off. He glared at her, which she returned with a little smile and a wave. His glare disappeared immediately.

"Interesting," I mumbled, watching the couple walk in a store in which they could buy some formal clothes. "They must be going to the ballroom." I said to no one in particular, melting into the shadows before taking off as a raven towards the ballroom. Sonia still owned me a favor, she would figure out if this was truly Damon.

I landed on her balcony next to her. Her gaze flicked in my direction as I changed back into a human. She didn't seem shocked at all.

"What do you want, Giuseppe?" She asked, throwing her accent away to the wind.

"I want you to get some information for me."

"On?"

"Someone who I believe will be at your party."

"Who?"

"I want you to find a boy with black hair and black eyes. He will most likely be with a blond. Ask him if his name is Damon Salvatore and tell me what he says."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Giuseppe. Salvatore." She said my name, slowly, detachedly. "Who is this Damon?"

"If he is in fact Damon, than he is my son." I said simply.

Her gaze looked at me, seeing if I was serious. Seeing I was, she rolled her eyes. "Family………they mean nothding." She said, adding a little of her French accent.

"I just want to know if he lives."

"You say that now, but if he dis, in fact, him?"

"I don't know, I haven't planned that far yet."

"Then you best start planning." Sonia said, as she went back into her room to get ready. I changed back into a raven, gliding back to the trees and watching the guest as the walked in.

Soon, I saw the dog step out, followed by Damon and last but not least, the Katherine-look-a-like. He offered her his arm, which she took, and he led her inside.

I flew back to the balcony, waiting a few minutes as I heard them announce Sonia. Faster than I expected though, she returned to her room, looking straight into my eyes.

"He says it is not im, but you'll never guess what name he gave me. " She said.

"What?" I said, not really interested. He must not be him after all.

"He gave me your name, minus the Salvatore." I stared at her, waiting for the punch line, only it never came. Damon had used my name because he thought Sonia was trouble. He might just be him…….

"Thank you, Sonia." I said, flying back to the forest. That was when I heard them. I walked a little forward, staying deep into the shadows. I saw the blond, Elena, as I figured out, crying into Damon's chest.

"It's alright Elena, please don't cry anymore." Damon whispered and then, it caught the light. I watched a tear slide down Damon's face, falling on this Elena's shoulder. Then another, before she became aware of this. She looked up at him, tear trails all over her face. He gave her a crooked grin; one I had seen him give a few girls many years ago when they worried too much.

"I don't want to make you cry anymore Elena, I'm sorry. I should have just left well enough alone." He said.

Then it all came down. I watched, shocked as Damon cried into this Elena's shoulder. I heard him mumbled in Italian. Talking about how he was sorry for hurting her, for hurting Stefan. Wait, Stefan! He was alive as well? Both of my sons are alive? This could not be!

Damon? I spoke through his mind, seeing him stiffen and search the forest frantically, disbelievingly. He obviously remembered my voice.

I slowly stepped out of the shadows, watching Damon carefully. However, I could not stop the soft smile that came across my features. My son, no, my sons were alive!

However, Damon looked terrified. His eyes were a little larger than usually as he stared at me, obviously shocked. He hadn't expected me, I could tell.

Finally, his lips seemed to move, independent of their master.

"Il padre?" He whispered, still shocked.

"Il Damon, mio figlio." I stated. Elena looked completely confused. "Ah, please excuse my manners Miss. I am Giuseppe Salvatore." Now the girl looked like a deer in headlights.

"No way……." She whispered, looking me up and down. Finally she shook her head, hitting Damon on the side slightly which snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. he quickly wiped his face, a mask of arrogance crossing his features. I sighed mentally, he doesn't change does he? "Oh, please excuse my bad manners as well, Mr. Salvatore. My name is Elena."

"It is a pleasure, Elena. Please, call me Giuseppe."

"Uh, yes…..Giuseppe."

"Lei dovrebbe essere morto, il padre." Damon said, and I won't lie, his words hurt slightly, but it wasn't like I had expected anything else from Damon. We never saw eye to eye.

Just before I commented though, Elena huffed, glaring at Damon. "If you're going to talk, speak English! I don't understand a word of Italian!" She yelled at him. He rolled his eyes.

"It's not that important what I said, Elena." He said casually. Elena glared at him.

"I do not like being talked down to, Damon."

"I am not talking down to you."

"Would you quit it!?"

"Quit what?"

"You know dang well what!"

Damon rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Then he turned his attention to me. "How?" he said.

"An older vampire. I believe his name as Klaus." I stated, knowing exactly what he talking about. "Not that I choose this. He actually forced this upon me, giving me my worst desire."

"Which is?" Damon said.

"Damon, after you and Stefan died, I went near-close to mad. Eventually, I tried to commit suicide, only for Klaus to come and force his blood down my throat, changing me without my say so."

"Why not commit suicide again?"

"Because I saw it as a sign that I was not meant to die yet."

"Sciocco." Damon mumbled, earning another glare from Elena. He sighed. "One day, you will learn Italian." He said to her. She didn't disagree. Instead……..

"Yes, because on that day, I will cuss you out in your native language." At this he smirked.

"In order for you to do that, I'd have to be around, you know." He said quietly, looking away from her. Immediately, she looked saddened. What were they talking about?

"Earlier, you mentioned Stefan." I said, changing the subject. Damon looked down.

"How long where you watching us?" There was a hint of embarrassment as well as shame in there.

"Long enough." I stated, steeling my voice. Damon glance back up at me, meeting my glare full on. "Stefan." I reminded him. I was shocked as I saw him flinch and turn away, not meeting my gaze anymore.

"Non sono il mio custode del fratello." Damon said quietly. This time, Elena did not glare at him. She just looked down, a few tears falling.

"Damon, do not tell me that you…….." I couldn't finish it. He couldn't have-

"Stefan is not dead." Damon said, still not meeting my gaze or looking in the sobbing Elena's direction.

"Then where is he?"

"He is…….is a prison."

"What?! For what!?"

"Greed." Damon said, sounding very ashamed. Elena looked at him surprise but he met neither one of our shocked nor disbelieving gazes.

"Stefan, being greedy? I do not see that happening, being a vampire must have gone to his head." I said, shaking my head. Damon sighed, drawing my attention back to him.

"Not his greed, mine."

In an instance, I was one top of Damon, snarling, pinning him from any movement. How could he?! His own brother! Only, he wasn't moving, wasn't fighting, only looking up past me dejectedly. "Why?" I said, and we both knew he had better have a good reason or I'd really kill him.

"I told you, greed."

"Over what?" I demanded.

"Over………" I squeezed the hand around his neck, a warning. "Over………Elena." He finished quietly and I froze. They had had a fight, over Elena? Isn't that what had started this mess in the first place?

"Please, Mr. Giuseppe, don't hurt Damon." Elena said, pulling my arm slightly. I release him, getting off of him and brushing the dirt off of me.

"Just, Giuseppe." I stated, sternly. She nodded before dropping down to Damon, who still lay in the wet grass.

"Elena….." he said, looking at her. "You'll ruin your dress." He stated, sounding nothing like the Damon I used to know. Isn't this when he tells me to leave and tries to make a move on Elena?

"I don't care." She said.

"Well I do, I can't remember what happen in the gang fights of 1752 for that thing." Damon said jokingly and she smiled softly, standing up and offering him a hand, which he took, standing up.

"So what are you two doing here?" I asked.

"Saving Stefan." Elena said a firm determination in her eyes. Now, I was confused.

"I realize this is sort of personal, but it's just the way you two act, are you Stefan's or Damon's?" I asked. The question clearly saddened her, while Damon sighed. Why should it sadden her?

"Stefan's." He answered, when she could do nothing but look away, embarrassed. I looked at him oddly.

"But-" He cut me off.

"I'm not the Saint Stefan is, remember? So of course, I'm trying to still his girl." Damon said, rolling his eyes, but as he glared at me, I could see in his eyes what he dared not say with his lips. His gaze flashed nervously to Elena, who still had remained silent, before flashing back to me. It was obvious that he wanted me to let it go, not push this any further.

"So where is Stefan?"

"In prison." Damon repeated. Elena clarified.

"Two kitsune twins, Shinichi and Misao, tricked Damon and made him make a deal with them, and in the process, they gain control of him. Stefan's locked in some prison somewhere that only Damon knows the direction too, and we have to get the two parts of the key. We have one, and the other is somewhere under Bloddwedd's ballroom."

Damon looked at her like she had just told the battle plan to the enemy.

Elena's P.O.V

Father. Damon's father. Stefan's father. I don't know what to make of it. He saw me and Damon…….but……Stefan……

I remember Stefan telling me once that Damon and their father never saw eye-to-eye. I can see that now, from the glare Damon's obviously giving Giuseppe. Actually, Giuseppe make me think more of Damon, than of Stefan. Well, if it weren't for those green eyes. They're the same as Stefan's. But yet so much harder, crueler……

Like Damon's used to be.

Used to be? When'd Damon's change? He's still evil, still cruel, and still arrogant. He hasn't changed, but his eyes are definitely different. Less…….cold?

It hurt to look in Giuseppe's eyes. It was like he was judging you by what he saw. And, if he knew all the details of the Damon-Stefan-Me-Katherine-Klaus-and-everyone-else thing, he might not think too much of me. Though he already thinks little of Damon, I can see it in his eyes. Also when he attacked Damon once figuring out it was his fault that Stefan was in prison, yeah that made it pretty obvious. Guess I know who the favorite is.

I froze. Favorite. Stefan. Giuseppe liked Stefan better. Katherine liked Stefan better. I liked Stefan better.

Poor Damon, always taking second best to St- Wait. Liked? When did that become a past tense. I like Stefan better. No, I love Stefan better…………right?

So, Elena's majorly confused, as am I. I don't think most of you guys realize just how fun it is to write dramatic stories. Seriously, love triangles? Always so fun to write. Why? Well, because........well because usually, everyone's in love with both of the guy/girls that are trying to win the boy/girl's heart, so it's hard to pick. Something tells me though that a lot of you are rooting for Damon. Would I be correct?

So yeah, anybody else hate pity? I know I do, which means I'm trying to keep Elena from feeling pity per say. I'm working towards a more.........sympathetic view point, ya know? *shakes head* I don't know how to explain it properly, I suppose. Even though I hate it, I think I'm starting to feel pity for Damon. It's just so sad, his whole life, always second best to Stefan, and then Stefan has the balls to act all self-hating and such. Poor Damon........

Sorry, rambling there. :) I can talk about Damon for hours, or, uh, pages, trust me. So, I'll try to wrap this up, because I know I had a purpose for writing all of this. And it would be......uh......

I forgot. I hate that. *mumbles* stupid memory. ANYWHO, please tell me how you like, and if you don't like or anything. :)

Translations

Il padre? : Father?

Il Damon, mio figlio. : Damon, my son.

Lei dovrebbe essere morto, il padre. : You should be dead, father.

Sciocco : Fool

Non sono il mio custode del fratello. : I am not my brother's keeper.