This is another story I've started.

It's not my fault, I dream about these things and I have to write them down.

This will be updated whenever I find a chance, so please be patient.

Thank you and sorry for any mistakes, Comet96 xx

Edited - 22/06/20

FATHERLY LOVE

The house was just as I expected. Not that I could really call it a house. It was more like a manor. One of the biggest houses I'd seen. And it was so him.

Shaking my head, I slammed the car door shut, knowing how he hated it. It brought a smile to my lips as I stepped up onto the porch and knocked lightly on the door.

I knew they'd be able to hear, no matter how softly I knocked. It was in their nature.

The door opened after a few seconds and I was meet with a young man, only a year or so older than me. I knew who he was and knew he was more than a seventeen-year-old human and rather a vampire who was one-hundred-and-fifty-something-years-old.

"Hello?" he asked, looking down at me confused. I could understand why, he had never seen me before, not here in Mystic Falls or anywhere else.

"Hi, is Damon here?" His reaction was one I was expecting. If I was to go by anything with knowing Damon, it was that he was bound to cause trouble. I had to stifle a laugh as Stefan - I knew who he was - looked slightly put out.

"He's in, I can go get him for you," he looked back into the house as if expecting Damon to appear. "Would you like to—" he paused, and I knew what he was going to say.

"It's okay, Stefan, you don't need to invite me in, I'm not a vampire," I told him, stepping passed him and entering the house anyway. "I take it Damon hasn't told you about me?" I asked, dropping my satchel against the wall as I looked into the parlour.

"How do you know Damon? I assume you know he's a vampire, but you're not from here." He leant against the wall as he watched me wander around the parlour. "You're from England, right?"

"Ireland, but I've lost the accent," I told him, picking up a bottle of bourbon that I knew belonged to Damon. "I haven't lived in Ireland since I was five, we moved around all over, it kind of washed out the accent."

"I can hear it now," Stefan admitted, his head tilting to the stairs, no doubt hearing Damon.

"What are you doing here?" Damon asked coming into the parlour and grabbing the bourbon from me.

"Hello to you too, D," I teased, taking a step back to take him in. There was something different about him.

"You're not supposed to be here," he pressed taking a step towards me as if he was trying to be threatening. "Go home, Ethel,"

"You know you can't compel me, D, you gave me my necklace remember?" I lifted the hummingbird necklace that he had given me and laughed at the look of annoyance on his face. We both knew he wouldn't be able to compel me without it either, not with me being a witch, but Stefan didn't need to know that.

"Who is this, Damon?" Stefan asked, and I turned to face him.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners," I chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand. "Effie Winters, sorry for the confusion, Stefan."

"Go home, Ethel," Damon said, ignoring Stefan as his brother looked at him curiously.

"I can't, mum sold the house so I got nowhere to go," I told him as if he should have been expecting it.

"What!" he snapped, the anger so clear on his face and in his voice. "Why would she do that?" He pulled his phone from his pocket dialling mum's number. "Rosalie, yes it's Damon, who else was it going to be?" I glanced at Stefan, obviously, he could hear what was being said on the other side of the line. "You just up and left her, selling the house?" This was getting awkward. I wish he put the phone on speaker. "She's sixteen-years-old, Rose!"

"Seventeen actually," I muttered, rolling my eyes at the look Damon gave me.

"You can't send her to me! What's she going to do for school? I'm really busy, Rose, I can't have her here." Thanks so much for the love. I looked to Stefan then, hearing him choke on air. What did mum say? "I know that I had her for the first five years when you were trying to control your hunger. I didn't think you'd want to kill your own daughter."

"Right, that's it," I snapped, pulling the phone from him. "Hey, mummy, look, I don't blame you for wanting to go off and do your own thing, but you told me that he knew I was coming. Look, you have fun in Paris or wherever it is you are, and I'll stay here with D."

"Are you sure, honey?" mum asked, her soft voice relaxing now that she wasn't talking to Damon.

"Absolutely. Have fun. Love you, mummy." I ended the call looking to Damon, a smug smile on my face. "Looks like I'm staying here."

"I really don't need this," Damon grumbled, running his hands over his face.

"Is someone going to tell me what's going on?" Stefan asked.

I looked to him, eyes wide before looking to Damon, giving him a grin. He had no choice anymore.

"Yeah, Dad, are you going to tell Uncle Stefan what's going on?" I teased, bouncing on my feet as the irritation crossed Damon's features.

"Dad? I thought that's what she said on the phone. Damon, this can't be possible, we can't have children," Stefan stressed, his eyes flickering between me and Damon. "You don't even look like him."

"It's called adoption, Stefan," Damon spat out, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

"Why would you adopt some human?" Stefan glanced to me again and a sympathetic smile crossed his face. "Sorry."

"She's not just some human, Stefan," Damon muttered, closing his eyes and rubbing at his face. "Her mother is, was, a witch. They're from some powerful Irish coven. They don't practice the same type of magic as Bonnie. They don't rely on the spirits to help with their magic. Their magic is in them, it's in their blood. They thrive off of the atmosphere around them and they become one with nature."

"You make us sound like Hippies," I interrupted seeing the look of interest on Stefan's face. "My family's descended from the Original witches. It's believed that Esther was the Original Witch, but it was actually a trio of sisters, Agnes, Ingrid, and Etheldred." Stefan nodded as he took in my explanation. "They made a blood sacrifice to save their town, using the spring harvest and sacrificing thirteen of the townsfolk. It was natures way to curse them by making them witches, but they used it to their advantage and used their magic for good. Ingrid and Etheldred left the village for a couple of years to help others, becoming travellers."

"Gypsy Witches?" Stefan guessed, receiving a nod in return. "I've heard stories, but I never assumed they were real. I only thought there was one kind of witch."

"Through their travels, they found and helped many people and discovered that a drop of their blood consumed during a new moon passed on their magic. They returned five years later with a coven, people of their kind. A thousand years ago, vampires ransacked the village and destroyed the families living there. Most of the witches died, but there were a few that had moved by then, Etheldred had moved before then and she married and had three children, three daughters, all with magic."

"And her bloodline runs through your family."

"It does, but we don't go by witch any more. Our family's magic has grown since then, our powers becoming stronger and in some ways, we're stronger than most witches. My family refers to ourselves as Mages," I told him, mentally shaking my head. I thought Damon agreed not to mention anything to Stefan and here we were telling him five minutes after I arrived. "The stronger the family, the stronger our magic."

"Talking about family, why can't you go live with your Grandmother?" Damon asked, rising from the armchair he'd dropped into earlier.

I pulled a face at the mention of Grandmother Lily.

"Umm, well, about that. She won't have anything to do with me."

"Why not?" He seemed rather pissed off that he was going to have to put up with me. Once again, he wins Father of the Year.

"She had one of her moments," I said hinting at him what kind of moment I was talking about.

"What did she see?"

"She saw me with a man, a vampire I think. She made it clear what she saw me doing with him and she kind of cast me out of her life." It wasn't surprising that Grandma Lily had disowned me after seeing future me copulating with a vampire considering she hated what Damon had done to her daughter, even if it did save her life. But seriously, couldn't she have waited until the future caught up with me?

"Who is he?" Damon demanded, causing Stefan to look at him in surprise. I guess he's never seen Damon acting like a dad before.

"Oh, come on, Dad, I didn't see him, I barely got his name out of her before she kicked me out. And she used magic!" I exclaimed, still feeling slightly hurt that my own grandmother cast me out using magic. It hurt like hell.

"What's his name?" Jesus Christ, you'd think the vampire had taken away all my innocence and turned me into the devil's right-hand man. I hadn't even met him yet.

"Does it really matter? I've not even—"

"His name!"

"Klaus."

From the awkward glance the brothers shared, I assumed that this wasn't someone they liked.

"This isn't good," Stefan said, looking at me, before looking back at Damon. "He's not in town yet. If we keep her away or send her away—"

"I am not letting that thing near her," Damon growled, and I knew this had something more to do with me.

"Would you be willing to tell me what's going on?" I interrupted, wanting to know everything about this Klaus. I had heard rumours about a Klaus, but I was hoping it was a different Klaus from the murderous Original.

"No!" Damon snapped as he started pacing. Something definitely had his wand in a knot.

"Oh, come on, Dad. This is my life we're talking about."

"I said no."

"Look, I think I have a right to know what's happening," I argued, stepping in front of him, gaining his attention. "I'm not a baby anymore. You can't keep treating me like one."

"Go to your room," he said, giving me the same look he gave me when I was five and disobeyed him. Scrunching up my nose, I rested my hands on my hips and glared at him.

"I thought you wanted me gone. How can I have a room if you don't want me here?"

"You're acting like a child."

"You're the one acting like a child. One second you don't want me here and the next you're sending me to a room I don't even have. What the hell do you want, Damon?"

As a result of my question, I found myself in a nicely decorated bedroom, the door slamming shut, and the distinctive sound of a lock being turned.

"I'm keeping you safe," Damon said through the door, his words slightly muffled.

"Damon!" I called rushing to the door and trying to turn the knob. "Hey!" I slammed my hand on the door, cursing at him under my breath. "This isn't fair! Let me out!"

"It's for your own good," he said making his steps heavy as he walked away. He did that on purpose, making sure I heard him walking away.

"You're an arsehole!" I shouted, knowing he'd hear me.

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