Flashback

It was late in the afternoon when I was sitting in the gardens at the back of my house, I was sitting under the big willow tree near the bottom of the garden and picking at the flowers at the base of the tree.

I used to spend a lot of time out here with my father, it was our favourite spot. But he's not here now. He's off fighting in the war and I have no idea if or when he'll come back.

Uncle Stefan was supposed to be taking care of me and entertaining me, but I can hear him across the garden with Katherine, as usual. When she had shown up some time ago, she had captured both my uncle's and father's attention and sometimes they barely had time for me anymore.

Tonight was the founder's day party. I was supposed to attend, my grandfather had practically demanded that I be there despite the fact that I was so young and I barely understood what the party was all about.

I didn't really want to go, not without my father anyway.

As I sat, I continued to pick some of the flowers from the grass. It was getting late but I was only at the end of the garden so if anyone wanted me they could come and find me.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for dinner, young lady."

My head snapped up when I heard the familiar voice. Standing right in front of me was my father, still wearing his uniform and smiling down at me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I got up and ran at him. "Daddy!" I exclaimed, jumping straight into his arms and hugging him tightly. He chuckled, catching me in his arms.

"Hey Angel," he said as I buried my head into his shoulder, clinging to him as if he would disappear if I let go.

"I missed you," I whispered into his shoulder, crying.

"I missed you too, Angel."

End Flashback

Present day - Mystic Falls

3rd person

Damon sat up in his bed. He sighed as he looked at the clock. 9am. He groaned and got up from his bed.

He walked into the parlour and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He downed it and poured himself another as Stefan and Elena walked in. Stefan sighed, looking sadly at his brother as he downed more alcohol. Every year on this day, on her birthday, Damon would do nothing but drink in hopes that he would feel better and fix the hole that was left by his daughter.

Stefan walked over to Damon and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Elena watched on confused, she had never seen Damon like this. She had never seen him look so...broken. Damon looked up at his brother for a moment then went straight back to his glass. "Want me to come with you?" Stefan asked.

"No," Damon simply replied and then he got up, walked to the front door and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Elena questioned, Stefan sighed sadly.

"Today's his daughters birthday," he told Elena.

She looked at him shocked, "Damon has a daughter?"

"Had.." he corrects her, "she died a long time ago."

"What happened?" Elena asks cautiously, knowing this would probably be a sensitive subject.

Stefan looked at her as he spoke, "in 1864 after we supposedly died she went missing. No one knows what happened to her," he sat down, a tear slipped down his face while Elena sat beside him and held his hand.

"She was only nine," he smiled, "she was sweet, caring. She always knew how to put a smile onto someone else's face," he sighed.

"What was her name?" she asked.

"Luna. Her name was Luna Grace Salvatore," Stefan replies "every year Damon goes to the willow tree that sits on the edge of our old home and just sits for a while. It was her favourite place to go when she was alive." He looks down sadly remembering his niece. Elena wraps her arms around his neck in a comforting hug.