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~UnicornNinja12

"Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away"

~"Secrets" by One Republic

BPOV

"I don't trust you," he says slowly, "But we'll see."

-BOS-

I smile at him and say, "Thanks."

Uncle Stefan narrows his eyes, but not in a malicious sort of way. "Honestly, I have no clue what's going on, but if you really are Damon's daughter, we'll have to talk."

"So Saint Stefan, is this where you come in and play Dr. Phil?" Father asked sarcastically, pouring himself a drink. "Sit us down on the couch to talk about our feelings? Are you going to grab the honesty stick?"

"Damon don't be ridiculous," Stefan says annoyed, "Now is not the time for your tomfoolery."

"No, it's a legitimate question. Should I expect a group hug at the end?"

I chuckle at the last question and Stefan gives me a look. "Enough Damon," he says sternly before turning his focus onto me. "So Bella, tell us about yourself."

"Well that was a vague statement," I let out a breath before saying, "My name is Bella. I'm a Leo. I enjoy reading, long walks on the beach and Green Day. And I am half vampire, half human."

Uncle Stefan ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. "You aren't taking this seriously," he accused.

I shake my head. "No, I am, but as I said before, you were vague. I'm not a mind reader, so I don't know what you're looking for," I trail off toward the end, thinking of my ex. Talk about pouring salt in the wound.

"You okay?" Uncle Stefan asks with his brows furrowed in concern.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I recently went through a break up." I clear my throat and say, "So what would you like to know? I doubt you want to know about my personal life."

"No, no, please go on," my father urged, "So did you he break up with you or were you sleeping both of his brothers?"

I flinch, instantly wounded by his words. "Isn't that a harsh accusation to make toward someone you just met?" I pause, connecting the dots. Damon or maybe it was Stefan. Mother must have done that to them. Part of me wanted to ask if Mother really did that, but I knew it wouldn't exactly be the best to talk of my mother. So my mother hurt them too. I look between my father and my uncle with a sad expression on my face, before shaking my head. Father asked me a question, I should answer it. "He broke up with me," I force myself to say after a moment. I try to hold back the flinch of pain the answer brought.

Uncle Stefan sent me a sympathetic look while my father looked down briefly.

I wanted to earn their trust, even if it meant reopening wounds. "It was back in September, three days after my fake birthday-"

"Fake birthday?" Father questioned looking up at me.

"Yeah, I was in Washington for awhile as Isabella Swan. Naturally, I had a fake birthday."

"Isabella Swan?" Father said, testing it out.

"I didn't decide the name or the couple so I was called that," I let out a small chuckle, "The joke was I was the biggest klutz at the time, so I had none of the grace implied by the last name. I blame it on the tinted contacts."

"So the couple knew you were not their child?" Uncle Stefan asked.

"Not exactly. Mother compelled them to think that I was their child from when Renee was with Charlie. They didn't know that I wasn't their child, which was a first in awhile," Uncle Stefan and Father looked like they were about ask a question so I said, "Most of my life, my I have been pawned off onto different parents, none of them having children until Mother compels them into having one teenage daughter: me. Most of the time, the -shall I call them- foster parents know that I am not their child. Usually my foster parents don't last long."

"Didn't Katherine ever spend time with you?" Uncle Stefan asked.

"For the most part? No. But she sometimes would drop me off at another house, or slaughter the family." I grimace at the thought. The unfortunate people that had suffered because of my mother.

"Why would she do that?" Uncle Stefan questioned.

"Uh, she's Katherine. She loves making people miserable," Father said, sending him a 'duh' look.

"Honestly, I am not sure. Though I think it's my fault." I pause for a moment before saying, "I would get too close to my foster parents, emotionally speaking... Mother would come in and tell me that she was the only family I had left and that I was foolish to love the foster family that they would always end in death. I would try so hard not to form any form of emotional bond, but I couldn't help getting close to them! I lost so many foster parents that way..." I trail off, thinking of the various foster parents who had died.

Father and Uncle Stefan shared a look. I look questioningly at them, but keep quiet. "So when you were together, what would you do?"

I sigh. "Nothing really. Usually it would be spent in a car, carriage, so on until she dropped me off at the next house. I would try to talk to her about her. Easy task right? Girls like to talk about themselves right?" I question them before saying, "No. Anything other than that, well except for anything in the past. It was a miracle that she told me your name, Father." I look at Father. "Even then, it was just your first name and you were killed trying to save mother before I was born. She refused to tell me anything else and trust me, I asked her a lot. So I had to figure out the rest."

Father looked befuddled. "You figured out the rest?

I nod. "Yeah. Believe it or not, it was quite simple. It was something I wanted to do since I was a child."

Father narrowed his eyes at me. "Crafty, just like Katherine," he muttered.

"Do you know where Katherine is?" Uncle Stefan asked.

I shake my head. "No, the last thing she had said was on business and checking up on her boys." My father and uncle's eyes widened and I quickly connected the dots quickly. "You're the boys, aren't you?"

They nodded and a whirl wind of emotions flew over me, anger at the forefront. All those years, all the times she used that excuse to get out of being with me. All those times that Mother said she was on business, checking up on her boys, she was stalking my father and uncle, both of which she had claimed were dead! "Son of a biscuit lover!" I exclaim. Am I really that awful to be around? I sigh and run my hands through my hair. Yes, I must be. "I should have known. Of course she wanted to stalk someone. Why stalk and torment just your daughter? I'm so stupid!" I roughly run my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots at the end.

"If you keep pulling at your hair like that, you'll go bald," Father pointed out. I carefully pulled my hands out of my hair and sent him an apology. "Why are you apologizing to me?" he asked, "I was just pointing it out." I shrugged my shoulders, not sure how else to respond. Father rolled his eyes. "So you claim to be half vampire, half human, what does that mean?"

"It means I am half vampire, half human," I say rolling my eyes. Noticing their annoyed faces, I begin to explain myself. "Honestly, I am not entirely sure what it entails. My vampire side is obviously toned back. I am stronger than your average human, but I don't reach vampire strength, though I have tried, I just wasn't successful. My eyesight, hearing, and scent are better," Father snorted while Uncle Stefan sent him a reprimanding glare, "than the average humans, but again, I don't reach vampire levels, which is kind of a relief-"

"How is that a relief?" Uncle Stefan questioned.

"I can smell blood when someone gets cut, I can't imagine smelling and hearing everything," I say grimacing.

"But doesn't it smell good?" Father asked confused.

I scrunch my nose. "No, it smells like salt and rust. Honestly if it's as bad tasting as it smells, I don't know how you could drink it."

Father was about to respond when Uncle Stefan said, "So is there anything else we would need to know about you?"

I look at him wryly. "Well I was getting there before you guys interrupted." I sigh. "Let's see where did I leave off. Oh yes, my blood can let vampires walk in the sun. Well not the Sun, sun, but in sunlight."

"Seriously?" they questioned together.

I nod. "I found that out the hard way," I say letting out a humorless chuckle at the memory.

"That's not possible," Father said disbelievingly.

"I can prove it," I said rolling up my right sleeve. "Do any of you want to try?" They both were wearing daylight rings, so they would have to take them off. "Or any vampire that doesn't have a daylight ring that would try?"

"No," Uncle Stefan said at the same time Father said, "Yes."

"No," Uncle Stefan said meaningfully at Father who simply shrugged.

"Oh come on! Caroline would love to walk in the sun! It would be an added bonus if she survived it!" Father then called for Caroline.

Caroline, it appeared, was a blonde girl around 17. "Yeah?" she asked before looking at me from the doorway. "Who is she?"

"Caroline, this is Bella," Uncle Stefan introduced me. I smile kindly at her while she stared warily at me.

"Bella. Like the Bella that Elena said was Katherine and Damon's daughter?" Caroline asked, warily.

Elena? Who is Elena? Before I could ask who she was, Father had begun to speak.

"Yup," Father said, "But we're still trying to establish that fact. But we may have another option for walking in the sun."

Her eyes instantly brightened at the thought before she got suspicious. "What if it's a trick?" she asked warily.

"Then you may catch fire," Father said casually, shrugging his shoulder.

I roll my eyes. "That won't happen. I've given my blood to several types of vampires and each of them were immune to the sun for at least one day." Caroline still didn't look sure. "My friend literally catches fire the instant his skin touches sunlight and he was able to walk in the sun after drinking my blood." She still didn't look sure. "Look just try it and stick your hand in the sunlight. You will be fine."

Caroline studied me carefully before saying, "Fine, but you will have to come here."

I nod and walk over to her. She takes my offered wrist and sniffs it, most likely sniffing for vervain. "You smell really nice," she says after a moment, already beginning to transition into her vampire face.

"Erm, thanks?" I say unsure how to respond to the comment. She smirks before biting into my right wrist.

After a few moments, I say, "That should be enough." Caroline didn't stop drinking. "Newbie," I grumble before taking my shoe off and whacking her shoulder with it. Caroline growled and I smiled apologetically before walking toward the sunlight. "Well, don't you want to see if it worked?"

"So, that's it?" Caroline asked, "I don't feel any different. Am I supposed to feel different? What it-"

"Caroline," I say, stopping her nervous rambling before saying reassuringly, "I've done this before, you'll be fine."

"I just want to make sure it will work," Caroline said defensively.

"I don't blame you," I say smiling.

She nods and slowly sticks her hand into the sunlight.

And she lets out a high pitched squeal before jumping into the sunlight. "It worked," she said, a bright smile lighting her face.

I smile broadly before saying, "Of course it did! See," I say gently nudging her shoulder, "I told you!"

Caroline smiles back and says, "Thank you so much! You may be related to Katherine, but you act nothing like her!"

"Umm, thanks, I think," I say not completely sure if that was good or bad. "That's... good, right?" I say looking for confirmation

"Very," Caroline says.

"Well, thanks then!" I say. "Enjoy the sun!"

She goes to leave, but Uncle Stefan says, "Caroline, before you leave, I'd like to give you some advice."

At that Caroline nodded and walked out of the room. Uncle Stefan said, "I'll be back," before he left the room leaving Father and myself alone.

We stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Father asked, "How did that work?"

"I don't know, how does vampire's blood have healing qualities? I just stumbled on to the fact that it does. Well, technically I didn't stumble on it, but Mother did. It kind of explains why my blood is so appealing to vampires." At Father's confused look, I explained, "Vampires normally can't go in the sun, but desire to go into the sunlight. It's like a vampire instinct that picks up on my blood's," I search for the right word, "capabilities."

"So you can just go out into the sun anytime with no problem?" Father asked with disbelief in his tone.

"Well, not exactly. I get sunburn easily, but that's it."

Father snorted. "I wonder what you look like in the summer."

"Try a confused Eskimo. Either that or a walking lobster. It depends on how long I'm in the sun and if I am covered up."

"Eskimo, huh?"

"Well, so I'm told. Apparently a turtle neck, jeans, and a big hat qualify for Eskimo, though it doesn't qualify as an Eskimo to me, but I've been told that I look like an Eskimo."

Father shakes his head and says, "You're one strange girl Bella."

I chuckle. "So I've been told."

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