okay, so I said one update a day but i can't stop writing...

so you guys just got lucky I guess...

it's a bit shorter then the last one but that's because i'm tired...

hope you enjoy it...

POV Damon

She looked at me trying to figure out if I was joking. I bent down so we were at the same level. She takes a step back. Her eyes flicker from the door to me, always back and forth till she settles on my eyes. Her hand reaches to my face and touches my cheek again under my left eye.

"Show me…"

She was asking me to show her that I trusted her enough with my secret. For a five year old she had guts. I smirked at her expression. Seriously the girl was way too much like me. We were going to get into fights for sure and somehow that sounded promising. Someone to fight with but knowing she would have a good comeback. I could tech her that…

I let her see it. First she stops her hand from touching me but ever so slowly she comes closer and touches me. Softly as if she's scared of hurting me, while it should be the other way around. Her fingers go through my hair. She gives it a tug.

"Show me again how fast you are…"

She's like a child on Christmas morning. Isn't that the expression? Let's just say that I never looked that way because I was the disappointing child, like my father so nicely worded it. I showed her everything I could think of, apart from biting a human, wouldn't want her to run away. Although I started to think she wouldn't do that, maybe be angry…

It was around three in the morning when I noticed she was getting tired. We were sitting on the bed talking. She asked me the most silly things. Why would she want to know what I dreamt about last night? I almost told her about Stefan and Katherine, almost… But she's too young for that.

She was leaning into me when her breathing slowed. I laid her down as gently as I could. I'm not used to being around kids so it was a small victory for me that I didn't wake her in the process. I pulled the covers up till she disappeared under it. Only her head peeked out.

She will be a beautiful woman one day, that's certain. Hopefully not a heartbreaker but then again what am I? It's not like I had experience with a long relation. Katherine was the longest and was that even a real one? Cause sharing someone with your brother, I don't think that's what the books say about a normal relationship.

I go sit in the couch with a new glass of Bourbon. Her soft breathing is the only thing that interrupts the silence. It's new but it's calming at the same time. I'm not alone anymore and I could get used to it. I take the newspaper from the table and start looking for a nanny or a teacher. I think she would like to read. I know I do… okay so I don't look like the type of guy that reads but "Gone with the wind" and other classics. They never get old, well you know what I mean…

I'm not a feelings person. So don't start looking for a diary, that's more Stefan's thing. Keeping memories he says. What do you have a memory for then? I will not talk about how something touches me. I'll rather give you a sneer or a sarcastic remark then tell you what I really think. It only would make me human and… I'm not, not anymore. The weirdest thing is… Sammy made me feel more alive then I ever did as a human.

"Damon aren't you tired?" a soft whisper asks me.

I was so deep in thoughts I hadn't heard her waking up. I turn and forget for a second where and who I am. I suddenly feel responsible for her. If something would happen to her, it would hurt me. It's irrational how she affects me. I nod my head to her still unanswered question. I move to the bathroom and change in a more comfortable outfit to sleep. Pajamas are just not my thing. A wife beater and my boxers normally but I chose to keep my pants on.

I walk back into the room and see she has moved to the left side of the bed so the right side was available. I lay down and fluff a pillow. She watches every moves with so much attention. It's as if she doesn't want to miss a thing. As if she's scared to miss one move that will surprise her. She's just so scared of sudden movement. I think that's what life on the streets does to you. You're prepared to run at every moment of the day. The fear to get hurt, leaves a permanent mark.

Will I be strong enough to try and get that fear out of her eyes and movements? I just want to give her a real life…

hope you guys liked it as much as i enjoyed writing it...

by the way thx for all the reviews already and the story alerts, favorite list and other stuff...

keeps me going, I remember why i loved writing so much...

see you tomorrow for another update...

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