"What do you mean my mother's dead? She was in Elena's body. She was okay!"

"Elena's back. And Bonnie said Katherine is dead. She also mentioned something about the Other Side, and how things are starting to get hectic there."

I hung up on him then. I sprinted outside into the courtyard and sat down in the corner, my heart aching. If things were going sour on the Other Side, Uncle Kol could be in danger. And not to mention my mother. I choked back sobs. Why did Elena Gilbert always get her way?

"Looks like you could use a friend." Someone said above me. I looked up…to see Tim.

"So I really did turn you." I whispered, and looked back down. "I never turned anyone. You're the only person in my bloodline." I muttered. "And Davina isn't even here for you to go back to her. I'm so sorry I did this to you." I closed my eyes. Tim wrapped his arms around me.

"You seem a lot like Davina, you know. I mean, you don't know her really right? But I think you two would be like…a power duo. Really great friends too. Lots of stuff in common."

"Like what?" I said, wiping at my tears, playing along with the obvious tactic to distract me from my grief.

"Like you both have a really great taste in guys to save." He joked, and I actually laughed.

"C'mon. I'll treat you to some violin mastery. My treat. Unless you want to grab a bite?"

"Both sounds perfect about now." I cracked a small smile, needing a distraction as much as he was willing to give one. And I actually had a great day, no drama involved. Ben kept calling me back, but eventually, I turned my phone off.

"When Davina comes back like I know Marcel is planning, you need to go to her. And be with her." I told Tim finally.

"You make it sound as if you're ditching you're only sire." He smiled, and I could tell why Davina liked him so much. Much sweeter than Ben had been when I'd first met him, that was for sure. "Wait, where are you going?" Tim asked as I began to walk off.

"There's someone I need to see." I told him, and zoomed off.

I got back to the house and knocked on one of the doors.

The door swung open with the person I needed most, right in front of me.

"Adeline." Dad said, surprised.

My eyes welled up with tears then, and like waves crashing onto rocks, I slammed into my father, and sobbed. "Mom's gone. She's really gone, isn't she?"

My father hugged me to him and kissed my hair, stroking my head gently. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised.

After I calmed down a bit, I asked for Aunt Bekah, definitely needing a maternal figure right about then, but apparently, she'd been driven out of town.

"Our family is a shell of what it once was." I said, looking into the cup of hot cocoa my father had stirred up for me. "I should go." I said finally. "I need to go home. I need Ben right now."

"Will you come back?" my father asked.

"This doesn't change anything. That baby is still coming. And you will still be its father. I can't be around for that. Ben and I are going far away from Louisiana and Virginia. I'm not dealing with this any longer. I can't. Thanks for the drink, but like I said…I should go. Goodbye Dad." I said, heading out the door.

The next time I saw my father was the night the baby came. Hope, he decided to call the newborn.

I missed all the action, and good thing too. I'd only come in the first place when I got a call from Aunt Bekah saying that she was stopping by in New Orleans, and that I should ask my father to come with him to meet her. I'd had no idea what that meant at the time, until I saw the baby in his arms.

"What's her name?" my aunt had asked. Hope, according to my father.

"I sure got the better name then. What a stupid name." I rolled my eyes. "It's corny."

My aunt drove off with the baby, and I still felt jealous of the little Hope. My aunt had hated me for years just for existing, and Hope gets all the love from the get go.

"You'll always be my favorite, don't worry Adeline." My father had said, pulling me close to him. And after months of being so estranged, that little comment made it seem like nothing had ever gone wrong between us. I had been about to answer back when I got a phone call.

I picked up without looking at the caller I.D. "Ben, I'm with my Dad right now. I'll be back at the hotel in like a half hour, and then we'll go packing for Europe, don't worry. And no, I didn't kill the vermin monster. I'm quite proud of myself for that actually-"

"Adeline. It's Stefan."

"What are you calling for?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Damon's dead. We were going to have a funeral. He would want his Cammie there, you know?"

Another person lost.

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So this chapter was really rushed, just so I could be caught up. But yeah. Sorry for the long hiatus.