Addison Gilbert POV*

I was minding my own business, as I usually do, just letting Chloe periodically snack on those melt in your mouth baby snacks while watching an episode of Criminal Minds. When all of the sudden, my fun was ruined by my controlling twin on a vendetta to find our birth mother that I could care less about. Dragging Jenna into it with her no less.

And she cant let it go that I just don't give a shit, because she keeps on trying to drag me into it as well, but the only thing its doing is pissing me off.

Anyways, I was pulled over to the dining table to listen to whatever Lena made Jenna dig up, "Your dad kept everything from his medical practice—records, logs, old appointment books." I sighed when she pulled out a journal and opened it to a certain page, "I found an entry from the night you were born. Patient and a two birth dates. Isobel Peterson."

"Do you think that's her real name?" The twin asked completely interested.

Jen looked between us, "Pregnant teenage runaway? Probably not. First name, maybe. But where'd she get Peterson? Classmate? Best friend?" She asked rhetorically, "So I binged it."

I scrunched up my face at that, "Why would you use Bing when you've got Google? It's inferior in so many ways."

I caught a glimpse of her rolling her eyes as she pulled up Bing (gross) and typed something into the search bar, "I searched for all the Petersons in this area born the same year as Isobel, found 3-2 men and a woman, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia."

"That's not far from here." Lena stated the obvious, mostly to herself.

Jenna nodded and continued, "Well, watch this." She typed in a few more things, and up popped a picture of two girls that were both wearing little cheer outfits, one blonde the other with black hair.

"Isobel." Lena paused, "She was a cheerleader."

"Oh of course she was." I groaned out leaning back in my chair, earning myself a glare for ruining Lena's little perfect moment.

Jenna gave me an almost sad look, "Trudie still lives there. This is her address." I glared at the little piece of paper sitting in Lena's hand like its the reason for all of the pain in my life leading up to now.

Then Lena seemed to realize something, "What about Isobel?"

I set my eyes on the living room where Chloe was banging around with her toys as Jen answered her, "I couldn't find anything about her." Que the pause for dramatic effect, "Listen. There's something else. Mr. Saltzman, Ric, his wife was from around here, and her name was also Isobel."

"Wait. "Was," as in..."

Jenna and I spoke at the same time, "She died."

Then twin bitch snapped, "Why do you hate the idea of finding our mother so much? You're just like her!"

I squinted at her, "That bitch left... she left us here. Sorry that I cant seem to find sympathy for someone who just dumped us like we were nothing!" I stood up, "I understand her position, what she was going through and thinking. But I am nothing like her, I took one look at my baby girl and I knew that I would never leave her, and that I'd never do anything that our so called 'mother' did to us... Never!"

I scooped up Chloe on my way by, and went straight up to my room, not being able to stand being around my sister anymore. I didn't leave for anything after that, and I find myself extremely glad that my room has a bathroom attached.

I stayed camped out in my nicely decorated room for about an hour before there was a knock at the door. "If your name is Elena Gilbert, you can kindly fuck right off!" I called out after putting my hands over Stink Bug's ears not wanting her to repeat what I had just said.

The door opened to reveal good ole Mr. Hot Back, who just let the door drift open, and instead of walking in, he leaned on my doorframe, "I heard you and Elena got into a fight."

The look I gave him was less than impressed look from my spot on the floor, "If your looking to lecture me, your invitation is the same as Lena's."

"I'm not trying to lecture you Addison, I was just checking in," He paused, peering down at the blue eyed little girl grinning up at him, "I also wanted to see if you'd like to check on Damon."

"Should've opened with that sweet pea," I told him, getting up.

He just smugly smirked at me, "Meet me outside as soon as you can."

"Can do Vampire Ken Doll." I could hear his laugh going down the stairs.

—~•+•~—

Once we got to the Boarding House, Stefan was quick to warn me that I may not enjoy what I'm gonna see, not having been in the house since that night of the tomb. Let me explain, I haven't been here, but a few nights a week Damon shows up in my room and sleeps in my bed after watching Chloe sleep for an hour, and leaves after he's sure that I'm awake the next morning.

Anyways... Stefmiester, being the gentleman he is, carried in Chloe's diaper bag for me while I carried the hyperactive baby trying to see everything she can get her eyes on. When we walked in, Steffie flipped on the lights on in the parlor where music is blaring. "No! Buzzkill Bob. And he brought the life of the party and the cutest little girl ever!"

I looked around the room at all of the sorority girls wondering around and dancing and could help but feel super disgusted. Damon even had one pressed against his chest and it looked like he had just fed off of her. I was glad when Stef turned the music off and really wished that Chloe wouldn't remember this, which she really shouldn't seeing as shes seven months old.

"Greetings." The raven haired man stated with a bleary look. And when Chloe saw him, the girl started trying to wiggle out of my arms to get to her favorite person ever, even though I was her only parent for the first five-ish months, but whatever. I'm not jealous or anything.

I tried my best not to look super uncomfortable when Stefan asked, "Can we talk?"

Damon shoved the preppy girl away and reached for my little bug, and I gladly handed her over to the drunk man. I was hoping she might make him realize that a baby doesn't need to see a bunch of half naked girls, but then again, when does Damon ever do what I want? "Yeah."

"Without the Tri-Delts." Stef asked while I wondered around the room, kicking at the discarded clothes all over the floor.

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them." Damon's gaze floated over to me, and tossed me a wink, "They're really good at keeping secrets."

I just raised my eyebrow at the man, and just chuckled when Stefan got his way and they slinked off to a private corner. I quickly followed, wanting to avoid having to speak to the sorority bitches. Damon handed off Chloe in favor for a bottle of booze as the brothers began to speak with each other.

"You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I spent the last 145 years with one goal: get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want." I'm honestly pretty surprised that he hasn't killed anyone yet.

Stef agrees, "That's kind of what I'm afraid of."

Damon put the bottle down, "Relax. I haven't killed anyone in..." He sighed and tossed an arm over my shoulder, "too long."

"Do they have support groups for mass murders?" I asked sarcastically, earning myself one of Damon's most dramatic performances feigning hurt yet.

Steffie rolled his eyes at us, "Those girls?"

The raven haired man gave his brother an unimpressed look, "Will end up in their dorm with headaches, think they blacked out. Business as usual. Predictable you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk. So drink up." I chuckled at his little show, making Chloe mimic me and giggle, "Spill it, brother."

"There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke." Stef asked, changing the subject and pissing me off a bit, earning himself a Lena worthy hairy eyeball from me.

Damon is so out of it that he didn't really seem to notice me tensing up under his arm at the topic, "You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?"

"You killed her." Wow, I'm shocked! Nah I'm just screwing with ya, I didn't even flinch.

The raven haired man rolled his eyes at his little brother, "What's your point?"

I moved out from underneath the man's arm and took a couple steps away from the duo yet still listened into the conversation, "I just—just wanna know if you remember anything about her."

Stef man bet not tell Lena he thinks that Damon killed our supposed birth mother, he's lucky that I have the complex to not give a fuck what Damon has done in the past that has no effect on me at all. "Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack, Stefan."

"Well, think hard. It's important." Its really not, not much anyone can do about it now anyways.

I sat on the couch and observed the pair as Damon gripped Stefan's shoulder and whispered something into the younger Salvatore's ear. I didn't hear what he said but I did when he pulled away, "Great chat. I have to go and exploit a certain women in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand. Pack it up girls! Heh."

After his failed conversation with his blue eyed asshole of a brother, Stefan took off without so much as a goodbye, leaving me alone with Damon and a bunch of sorority girls. Yet lucky for me not long after all of the Tri-Delts cleared out, leaving just Damon, Chloe, and myself chilling out in the large house.

Damon dragged Chloe and I up the stairs to his room, leaving me to my own devices while he disappeared into his bathroom. Chloe was rolling around in the middle of his huge bed while I played the bumper keeping her from rolling off the sides of the mattress. It was actually really fun, and I didn't even notice the raven haired vamp leaning in the bathroom doorway watching us until I was startled by him speaking up, "You ready to go?"

"Where are we going?" I asked once my heart was beating at its normal pace again.

He made his way to the bed, picking my little bug up off the bed before extending a hand to help me up, "We're gonna have a little late lunch date at the grill."

"Well then... Lead the way."

—~•+•~—

Once we got to the grill, Damon opened the door for me and Chlo before leading us over to the bar. He pulled my chair out for me, and I was so caught up in the sweet gestures that I didn't notice Mr. S sitting a few chairs down until Damon was ordering, "Bourbon and a Dr. Pepper for her."

Ric seemed to be eyeing me wearily, which probably means that Jen broke the news to him, so I just gave him a small smile and a wave before turning my attention back onto Chloe who was flailing about in my lap, reaching for Damon. Once we had our drinks the vamp decided to be a bit sassy, "Behold the teacher. Don't you have some papers to grade?"

Damon finally snatched the baby from me to get her to calm down as Mr. S answered him, "It's, uh, more fun with a buzz."

"Well, most things in life are. Sober's depressing."

I rolled my eyes, "You have a drinking problem darling," I ended my statement by patting him on the cheek before taking a pull from my straw.

Mr. S didn't even acknowledge that I had spoken but stated, "You don't strike me as somebody who gets depressed." Que the dramatic eyebrow raise,

"You say that like you know me."

"Nope. Just a hunch." Careful sweetie, you might end up finding yourself in a shallow grave if you piss him off enough. I observed the two sharing looks before Alaric finished his drink, setting it on the bar, "You have a good afternoon."

"You too Mr. S." I said as Damon stated, "Not likely." and he earned himself a right smack on the back of the head by me.

Damon gave me a cheesy grin, that was shortly followed by Chloe giving a matching grin with less teeth, but still cute. The moment was ruined by Sheriff Lizzie sitting down on the other side of Damon giving me an expectant look that meant 'gtfo'. So I plucked Chole from Damon's lap, informing the two, "I'm gonna go change her diaper."

I ducked into the bathroom for a few minutes before deciding that I'd given Liz and Damon enough time to talk about shit Liz doesn't think I know about. When I made my way back my seat Lizzie was saying, "Look, you're a hero to this town, Damon. I know most people don't know it, but you are, and you're single and a catch." Not for long if I can help that, "Oh, come on, help me out. Carol Lockwood won't let me live it down if I come up empty-handed."

"You know, a room full of women clamoring to win a date with me. Sounds tasty." Dick for brains.

Liz seemed relived by the answer though, "Thank you."

I kept back, pretending I wasn't listening to the conversation for Liz's benefit, because I know that Damon knows that I'm listening for sure. I did my best to be inconspicuous while bouncing Chloe on my hip. And I was kinda surprised when Damon asked Liz, "One thing. Can you get information on someone for me? Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher. There's just something a little off about him, and I just - I just wanna make sure that the high school did their homework on this guy."

I raised my eyebrow at the favor he was asking for and moved towards my seat when Liz stands up from her seat, "You got it."

"Thanks." The man called after her while I leaned onto the back of the barstool, not feeling like sitting down.

"What was that all about? Did she want you to do the bachelor thing tonight?"

All Damon did was nod in response, before taking a swing of his bourbon. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink, wanting nothing more than to go home and take a nap.

—~•+•~—

After I ate and Damon drank some more, Damon decided that we needed to go back to the boarding house. Once we were there Chloe passed out from all of the fun on Damon's bed, and I followed shortly after, cuddled up with my daughter and baby daddy.

When I finally woke up around 5, Damon was no longer in the bed with Chloe and myself. I was content just chilling on his bed and taking in my surroundings when I heard one of the most annoying things in the whole world... My twin sisters voice.

I picked Chloe up and followed the sound of despair until I reached what I would assume to be Stefan's bedroom, where the twin and the blue eyed asshole were standing across the room from each other. I walked in while the taller girl was saying, "You look, um..."

"Dashing? Gorgeous? Irresistible?" Damon walked across the room, closing the space between the two, then walked right passed her till he was stopped next to me and Chlo.

I snorted at the look on Lena's face after stating, "That's not exactly how I'd phrase it but sure hun. You're just beautiful."

Lena finally got her head back together and finished her earlier statement, "Wrecked. You look wrecked."

Damon shrugged, "No reason why." Then changed the subject, "Do you know that I am one of Mystic Falls' most eligible bachelors?"

"I wouldn't say that your eligible," I grumbled and Lena simply said, "Huh."

The raven haired man shot me a smirk before going deeper into the room again, "Yep."

"How are you doing?" I am just too weak to refrain from rolling my eyes.

I noticed Damon also rolling his eyes as he picked up a button up shirt, "Never better. Yep." He started to slip the shirt on and asked her, "What can I do for you? I'm a barrel of favors today. It's my newfound purpose—how can I help people?"

"I'm just meeting Stefan. We're going to the fundraiser."

Damon started trying to button up the shirt, fumbled a few times, then looked up at me pouting, "Help a guy out, will you? Can't get this."

I mockingly sighed, handed Chloe over to Lena, and then walked over to the drama queen, grabbing the front of his shirt, "You are just so helpless aren't you sweetheart?" He just shot my an amused grin while I continued to button up the shirt.

Lena cleared her throat behind us and from what I heard set my little stink bug on the ground before speaking. "So I found out who our birth mother is."

Damon seemed to keep a close eye on me as I fumbled with a button and took a nice calming breath as to not snap at my twin like I did this morning. Once I had looked back up at him he spoke, "Eccch. Who cares?" I'm sure Elena looks like a wounded puppy right now, but I'm sporting a gleeful smile where Lena cant see it. "She left you two. She sucks."

I finally finished with his shirt and was now leaning against Damon after he tossed an arm over my shoulder. "Stefan. There you are." The blue eyed man and myself stood there and watched as the twin started in Steffies direction.

I moved out of Damons embrace as Chloe started fussing from her spot on the floor. I was followed by a certain raven haired man that was trying to put his leather jacket on. Once I had picked up miss fussy pants, I turned and looked at him, only for him to say, "Uhh. I need a bigger jacket. Wow." He then looked over to his brother, "You know, an occasional sorority girl might, um, you know, help fill you out a little bit." I playfully slapped his shoulder with my free hand while Damon threw the jacket onto Stefan's bed.

Now to auction off bachelors like cattle.

—~•+•~—

After we got to the grill, Damon disappeared to wherever, taking Chloe with him, and leaving me alone with Lena, though luckily not for long as we were joined by Care-bear and Mattchew. Care and I were both amused at Matts misfortune around all the cougars in the grill. "He's already been hit on, like, 35 times. He's total cougar bait."

"Impressive." Lena said, while I was busy choking on air from laughing so hard.

Matt pushed at my shoulder, giving me a half hearted glare, "More like embarrassing." Care-bear and I simply just kept laughing at his expense.

Just then, something terrible happened, Kelly mother fucking Donovan entered the grill, and approached us. Caroline shot me a nervous look and said, "Hi, Mrs. Donovan."

The look on Kelly's face made me wanna call for Damon to do some dirty business for me. "Elena, honey." I never understood how she liked Elena so much, maybe its because our dads a doctor. Well I say that, but Kelly and myself have a very mutual hatred for each other. You know they have bad taste when they like Lena more than they like me.

"Hi, Kelly." The twin responded in her fake 'like me' voice. The pair proceeded to hug each other.

"Long time, no see." Kelly spoke. I'm not complaining.

Caroline shot me a wounded look and I partially ignored it as I continued to shoot the older of the annoying pair a look to murder. "How are you doing?" God Lena, don't ask that, none of us here give a shit.

"Oh, same old. Oh. Matty tells me you broke his heart."

I face palmed and mumbled, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ."

"Mom." Matty-boy is astounded.

Kelly put on a fake smile, "Just kidding." She's defiantly not, "Calm down." You clam down, "He found his rebound girl." Oh hell no, she did not just say that about my best fucking friend.

My glare intensified and I discretely grabbed Cares hand for comfort all while mumbling under my breath, "Damon, if you can hear me, I have some trash you're free to dispose of."

Kelly sent me a proud smirk to which I felt my eye twitch in agitation, before turning her attention to Caroline, "Oh. Here you go, sweetheart. However many that'll buy." she reached over with money and the best friend took it form her with a small smile. Yes there you go man, kill her with kindness. The hag then leaned over and said, "I just hope I don't get Bachelor 3. I dated him in high school. Not impressive. In any way." She tried to whisper that last sentence... it didn't come out as a whisper.

I watched as Matt shook his head, totally embarrassed by his mother. Care handed Kelly her tickets and she took them, "Very exciting." And then she left, going off deeper into the grill.

I then got up and started walking to where I might find either Jenna or Damon and Chloe. And just my luck, I got ten paces away and smacked right into someone, and that some one just happened to be Mr. S. I basically bounced off of him and would've hit the floor if he hadn't of caught my arms to stop that from happening.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I yelled in surprise.

I looked up at him, expecting him to say something, but his eyes were locked on something behind my shoulder. I chanced a glance behind me and saw that my twin was looking at him quite expectantly, I rolled my eyes and faced Mr. S again.

"Mr. S?" He didn't even look at me, "Alaric!" that got his attention. "Are you okay?"

He slowly nodded, "Yeah, fine." Then he turned and left. How inviting. I shook off that little escapade and went off to find Damon so I could get Chloe back before the auction started.

When I found him, he was looking off into the crowd with a "I'm about to kill someone" look on his face, he also didn't have Chloe with him. "Damon?" I asked.

He glanced down on me, the look disappearing off of his face, replaced with a lazy smirk, "Addie. Have you gotten all of the tickets just to secure a date with me?"

"No." I stated plainly, "What are you plotting?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." God that freaking smirk.

"I would also like to know where Chloe is."

He dropped the smirk and looked back into the crowd. "I left her with your aunt when I ran into her earlier."

I nodded up at him, "Can you at least tell me who your planning on killing in the near future." All I got was a raised eyebrow, "Okay then. Well, you have fun getting auctioned off."

"Oh I will, don't forget to buy yourself some tickets." I rolled my eyes, flipped him off as discretely as I could as I walked away.

I then made my way over to Jenna, who I saw sitting at a table, bouncing Chloe on her lap. When I sat down in the free seat next to her, Chloe noticed me and started reaching for me, causing me to lift her off of Jenna. "Why was Damon toting Chloe around earlier?" She asked me with a little all knowing smile on her face.

"She wanted him, so when we got here, she stayed with him, what of it?" I sounded a bit snarky just then.

"Nothing." She said, shaking her head with a small voice, but I could see the teasing smile she wasn't trying to hard to hide.

Lena joined us at the table, not long after, shooting me a glare for the world to see like I killed her cat or something. I was going to comment about her shitty attitude but Mrs. Lockbitch commenced the auction. "And what do you do, Bachelor Number 3?"

"Yeah, I'm a plumber." Not as bone chilling or awesome as a vampire, but hey, everyone needs a good plumber.

"Well, isn't that wonderful? We could always use more plumbers." See. "Moving on. Number 4, Alaric Saltzman. Wow. That's quite a mouthful. What do you do, Alaric?" Why is he even doing this, he's bout to be my future uncle, he's not a bachelor anymore.

"I'm a teacher at Mystic Falls High." I fought the urge to cheer for Mr. S, and it was hard, but I somehow did it.

Carol chalked up the enthusiasm, "Oh, beauty and brains, ladies. This one's a keeper. What do you teach?"

"History." If that didn't make all the women here need the change their undies, I don't know what will. Have you heard what they say about the male history teachers? Because they speak the damn truth young ones.

"History. Oh, well, give us a fun fact about Mystic Falls, something crazy."

I watched as Ricky S looked over at Damon who was sarcastically holding a hand to his ear awaiting a response. He seemed to falter for a second, "Uh, well..."

Carol Lockbitch then pulled the microphone away. "He's probably saving the best stories for his date."

She then moved on to the last bachelor in the line, who just so happened to be MY bachelor, "And last, but not least, Damon Salvatore. We don't have much on you." I don't like the way she is looking at him right now.

In the corner of my eye I saw Lena waving at someone, but didn't care enough to look at who, souly focused on the stage, "Well, I'm tough to fit on a card." Well not really, vampire asshole is only on two words.

Carol continued, "Do you have any hobbies," killing people, "like to travel?"

Uh oh, that's his cocky smirk, "Oh, yeah. L.A., New York. Couple of years ago, I was in North Carolina. Near the Duke campus, actually. I think—I think Alaric went to school there. Didn't you, Ric?" That's not good. "Yeah, 'cause I- I know your wife did." Ohhhh, that's really not good.

As Damon and Ric shared a look, I turned my attention to twin bitch, seeing her falter and spying Stefan coming this way. Well, someone is about to become a prissy bitch.

"I had a drink with her once. She was—she was a great girl. I ever tell you that? Cause she was - Delicious." God he just doesn't know when to stop. "Mmm! Mmm mmm mmm." Man and Lena is gonna find a way to blame this on me somehow.

I glanced over at said twin, whose mouth was hanging open with tears in her eyes. She was looking up at the blue eyed vamp taunting our technical step-father. Her stare turned onto me as Jenna's turned to her. "Are you okay?"

"I just need some air." Lena somewhat choked out before getting up and leaving the grill. Jenna gave me an expectant look, but I just shrugged and continued bouncing Chloe on my lap.

Shortly after Carol started to announce who got what bachelor, "And bachelor number 3 goes to 37458."

The hag stood up, "That's me." Haha, karma's a bitch, bitch. I hid my snigger while she walked up, but I'm pretty sure Damon heard me, because he caught my eye with his own as I scanned the line of men up there.

He raised an eyebrow at me as Lockbitch sarcastically said, "Ah. Kelly Donovan. Lovely." Ah, the one thing I will agree with you on.

Kelly took the ticket from Carol as she said, "You and the plumber should have so much fun."

I was close enough to Care bears table to hear the conversation that happened as Kelly got to her, "Congratulations, Mrs. Donovan."

What followed next made me wish that Damon has been plotting to kill Matt's mother this whole time, "Okay, just stop. Stop trying so hard. This thing you're doing, this nice thing, it's fake. Like you. Like your mom. And for some reason, Matt fell for it, but that doesn't mean that I will. I don't like you, okay? So tell plumber boy I'll be at the bar."

"Okay." I looked over at Care and shot her my best reassuring look, before getting started from a hand touching the shoulder I wasn't looking over.

I jumped and looked at the perpetrator, "You really are a sadistic asshole huh."

Damon simply took Chloe from me, and grabbed my hand, "Come on." He then kept our hands conjoined and started leading me somewhere. I never got to know though, because the twin slammed straight into Damon, making Chloe whimper and dig her had into his neck.

"Whoa. Easy there. Buy a ticket like everyone else." The blue eyed vamp spoke, actually sounding a little pissed off, angling his body so Lena was near our bug. I let go of his hand and moved to his other side where Chloe was burying herself in his neck to place a hand on her back that will hopefully sooth her a bit.

By the look on twin bitch's face, this isn't gonna end in the most desirable way, "Did you enjoy that? Rubbing it in to Alaric Saltzman?"

He glanced down at me before asking, "What?"

"Just as I was starting to think that there was something redeemable about you." Wow, and I call Damon a drama queen.

I rolled my eyes at her, "Oh bother." Damon's eyes didn't leave me as Stefan came up beside the twin.

"Elena." He then shook his head at her, while Damon's gaze went off of me and flipped between the pair in front of us.

"Am I missing something here?" Knowing dear Elena, you wont be missing it for very long.

"Did I forget to mention earlier when we were talking about my birth mother? The one that gave me up?" Damon rolled his eyes and glanced down at me.

He answered with, "Mm-hm."

"Her name was Isobel." I piped up before Lena could spit it out. Damon's face faltered as a look of surprise briefly flashed across his face.

"Go ahead. Reminisce about how you killed her." Damn, has she always been this dramatic?

Lena and Stefan then disappeared deeper into the grill, leaving Damon, Chloe, and I standing alone. I slipped my hand from Chloe's back, onto Damon's hand, getting his attention. "You wanna go?"

He simply nodded and looked down at me, "Yeah, lets go."

—~•+•~—

After stopping at my house to get a change of clothes for Chloe and myself, plus everything I was going to need for spending the night somewhere with a baby, we were sitting in the parlor of the boarding house.

Chloe is currently up in Damon's room, sleeping in the pack and play that Damon grabbed from the attic at our house that used to be Jeremy's. There is a baby monitor sitting on the coffee table in front of Damon and myself sitting on the couch, basically having a heart to heart.

"So, you think I killed your birth mother?" He asked, giving me a rare show of emotion.

I shrugged, "Well you've kinda insinuated it. But even if you did, it happened way before I knew who you or Isobel were, plus its not like I'm the one on a mission to find her."

"So you don't care that I could've killed her?"

"You say that like you didn't. Why?" I asked, leaning closer to him, more interested in where this is going.

"Because I didn't," he paused, "I turned her."

I raised my eyebrows, "Well, um, that's... interesting." I looked around the room, before turning back to him, "I don't have to meet her right? Because I don't think I-" I trailed up, trying to keep my emotional side from popping out in front of the big bad vampire.

"No, hey. No. I will make sure you never have to see her if you don't want to."

I felt a single tear slip out at the emotion in his voice, and to lighten the mood I asked, "Even if Lena is trying to make me?"

He cupped my cheek in his hand, "Especially if your sister is trying to make you."

Our eyes locked as we let the silence of the house surround us. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed his eyes flicking down to my lips, and I couldn't stop my own from tracing down to his. When I looked back up, I met his eyes once more.

We both started leaning in, and right as our lips were about to meet, like it was her plan all along, Chloe started crying, most likely needing a diaper change. Damon sighed, tilting his head forward so our foreheads were resting against each others. He ran his thumb over my lips, effectively making me mentally cure my daughter for the interruption.

Finally, I sat back and moved to stand up. "Thank you," I told him. And then turned to go upstairs to change my little heathen's diaper. By the time I had gotten her diaper changed and she was settled down once again, Damon was just coming into the room, and he looked a bit off. "Everything okay?"

He stared at me for a couple seconds, before he was suddenly right in front of me. I gasped at his sudden movement and was shocked when to grabbed my chin and angled my head up. Next thing I know we were basically devouring each other.

My hands were both hooked around his neck, gripping the little hairs at the base of his neck. All the while one of his hands were gripping my hip, and when he would squeeze an uncontrollable little moan would slip out. His other hand was resting on my small of my back, pulling me close to him.

When we finally pulled away from each other we were both breathing hard. When he whispered in my ear, "Been waiting awhile for that," followed by light kiss on the neck, right in the pulse point, I'm pretty sure I sounded like a dog from my literal panting.

He then picked scooped me up bridal style, making me let out a little squeak that he laughed at. He moved a few steps and then proceeded to drop me straight onto the bed. I then positioned myself under the covers, pretty much cocooning myself, and was shortly followed by my raven haired vamp.

Once he was settled in beside me I cuddled up beside him, resting my head on his chest. I felt his lips press against my forehead as he brought a hand up and started toying with my hair, effectively putting me to sleep after a long ass day.

I think I may actually be falling for this guy.