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Damon was turning over thoughts of Elena his entire drive home.

He understood why she would be hesitant to go on a date with him.
Hell, he'd practically crushed her when they were last together.
But that was a long time ago…and maybe this time, they could work something out…
Or not.
It really wasn't like much has changed…and if anything, he'd gotten worse over the years…less deserving of her.
By the time he had parked his car, and walked through the door, he was ready to participate in his favorite past time, Day Drinking.

He walked into the living room, where he knew his father kept the best alcohol, and was surprised to find it already occupied by some teenager.
The boy stood, and Damon had to blink a few times.
The kid looked an awful lot like…

"What are you doing here?" the boy asked.
Damon was getting really sick of explaining himself, "I'm sort of living here…I'm Damon Salva-"

"I know who you are," the kid shot, and Damon's brows furrowed.

"Is that right?"

The kid was staring…no, glaring at him.

"Uh, yeah. You're kind of famous," he stated sarcastically.
Damon raised a brow, confronted.
Who the hell was this kid? And why did he look so much like him?
Seriously…it was practically a fucking mirror image.
"Well, assuming that you aren't a famous singer," he shot at the boy, "Want to tell me your name?"
He seemed to deliberate, before saying, "It's Christian…Christian Salvatore."
Damon had figured they were related somehow.
But…

Stefan came down the stairs at that point, "Hey Chris, you ready to go? Your mom's gonna kill us if we- Damon?"
Damon smiled at the sight of him, momentarily distracted.
"Hello, brother."

"Caroline mentioned you were back," Stefan greeted, moving to hug him.

Damon embraced his baby bro, "Yeah, it never was like her to keep a secret."
But in truth, he'd almost forgotten that his brother had married the blond.
And they had kids too, didn't they?
The boy, Chris, must be the eldest…

"How've things been?" Damon asked, not realizing how much he'd actually missed his brother over the years.
"Not bad. Just got back from the lake house with Caroline and the kids…"

He turned then, shooting a glance at Chris.

"Wait…have the two of you met?"
Damon smirked as Chris's eyes narrowed, "Briefly. Christian was explaining to me how famous I am."
Stefan raised a brow, and looked back at the boy.
"Chris?"
"We should get back, before Mom gets pissed," Christian answered, his eyes not leaving Damon.
"Uh, yeah…I guess you're right," Stefan seemed confused, and Damon didn't miss the way his eyes shot between him and the teen.
"Stop by the house sometime?" Stefan offered, and Damon nodded, "Yeah…I'll see you around."

With a nod, Stefan put an arm around Christian's shoulder, and they walked out the front door.

Damon shook his head, moving to get a drink.
There was something about that boy that threw him off.
It was almost like there was anger in the looks he'd been throwing at him.
And it was weird that the kid didn't look a thing like Caroline.

But then again, he'd been gone a long time.

Maybe he just couldn't see the resemblance…
After all, Damon looked nothing like his father.
He'd matched his mother, almost identically, and apparently, so had Stefan's son.
He'd had Valentina's dark hair, and blue eyes…not to mention a similar bone structure.

Either way, it shouldn't matter.
While Stefan was an important part of his life, Damon was more concerned with the thought of his former lover.
Elena…
She couldn't refuse him forever, so maybe he'd try again soon.

Tomorrow, actually.
He'd try again tomorrow.

Elena was sitting at the desk in her bedroom, laptop open, working on her article, when she heard a car door slam outside, followed by Stefan's voice.
"Chris, come on man, you have to let her explain!"
"She didn't fucking tell me!" the kid yelled back, and Elena jumped up, and entered the living room just as her son plowed through the front door.

"What's going on?" she demanded, as Stefan came in behind him.

But Chris answered first, "Did you know that my dad was back in town?!"

Elena's eyes widened, "You saw Damon?"
"So you knew!" Christian accused.
Elena nodded, "I ran into him yesterday, we met up to talk today."
Christian shook his head, "And you didn't think that I had the right to know?!"

Elena held her head up, "You were at the lake house. I was going to wait until you got back before saying anything."
"But you went ahead and met up with him anyway?"
She narrowed her eyes, "Yes, I did. And I wasn't aware I needed my son's permission to do so."
He huffed, "You should have told me."
She dismissed this, "Where did you see him?"

Stefan jumped in then, "That was on me, actually. I had to stop and talk to dad…I didn't know that Damon was going to be there."
Christian turned to his uncle, "Would you have stopped if you'd known he was?"
Stefan answered honestly, "No, probably not."
"So you were all planning on lying to me?!"
Elena stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Baby, no one wanted to lie to you."
"The hell you didn't!" he exclaimed.
Elena narrowed her gaze, "Watch your mouth, Chris."
He sighed, stepping away from her, "Then explain to me how this wasn't a plan to lie to me."
Elena nodded, "It had nothing to do with you, Chris. I mean, it does…just not in this scenario. Damon doesn't know you were born…and this isn't how I wanted him to find out. I was going to talk to you…see if you even wanted him to know…"

Chris crossed his arms, "And if I didn't?"
"Then no one would say a thing," she promised, and he seemed to relax a little, "It was your choice."

He deliberated, "How long is he staying?"
"A month, at least," Elena answered, and Christian pondered it, before shaking his head, "Can I go to my room?"
Elena nodded, figuring he would need some time alone to process this, "Yeah, of course."

Chris walked by her, and a second later, his bedroom door slammed shut.
Elena sighed.

"You okay?" Stefan asked after a minute.
Elena looked up at him, "Yeah…I guess so…Does he know? Damon, I mean? Does he know who Chris is?"
Stefan shook his head, "No, I don't think so…they weren't alone very long."
Elena groaned, "That doesn't matter much. A blind man could see the resemblance between them."
Stefan nodded, "Yeah…but we have a lot of family. And Chris does favor my mother a lot…Damon has no way of actually knowing."
"Yeah," she agreed reluctantly.
"But he should," Stefan pressed, and she met his gaze, "And I'm saying this as a father. Damon has the right to know about his son, Elena."

"I know. But that decision isn't up to me," she glanced toward Chris's room, "I'm not going to put that on either one of them, unless Chris wants it."
Stefan sighed, "Well, personally, I think it might do them both a lot of good."
Elena nodded, "Yeah…maybe."

Christian threw himself down on his bed.
He knew it probably wasn't fair to let loose on his mother like that, but at the moment, he didn't have it in him to feel bad.
He was too pissed.
But it wasn't really that he was mad at her, or Stefan, for that matter.

He was mad at him.

Damon Salvatore.

You can't just bail out before your kid is born, stay gone for his entire life, and then come walking back into town like none of it mattered.
Though, the reasonable part of him argued that it wasn't really Damon's fault.
It's not like he knew he had a son…but still.
At the very least, the man had abandoned Elena.

Chris would hate him just for that.
His mother was literally the best person he'd ever known.
She had sacrificed so much for him over the years, had raised him all by herself, and still continued to work herself hard, just so he could have the things he did.

That might not have happened if Damon had stuck around.
But he hadn't, and his mom had gone through hell because of it.
And now the bastard had asked her to meet up, to talk?
Please.
Chris knew exactly what the "talking" was all about.
Hell, all of his friends constantly told him how hot his mom was.
He could admit that she was a looker.

And he'd be damned if any man would use her, the way Damon had back then.
He'd accepted his role as man of the house, and that meant that he had to protect his mom from all those disgusting horn-dogs, who only wanted in her pants. She deserved better than that.

But now his father was back in town.
And it was up to him to decide if Damon got to know about his existence.
Not like that's any pressure.

He didn't really know what to think about the situation.
On one hand, he'd never known his dad…and that could change.
But then, he wanted to hate the man…and they had been doing just fine without him for the past fifteen years.
No need to include him now.
Didn't his mom also say that Damon would be leaving soon? A month.
What point was there in bringing this all out, if the man was just going to leave?
There was no point.
He sighed, making up his mind.
Damon Salvatore hadn't been a part of his life in all these years, no reason to change that now.

With this in mind, he picked up his phone.
He sent out a group text to his friends, needing a distraction.

Feel like stirring some shit up, you guys in?

-Chris

Kol, Jeremy, and Tyler all replied.

Hell yeah! What are we doing?

-Ty

As long as you don't get our asses arrested this time.

-Jer

When and Where?

-Kol

He smirked, knowing that his boys were always up for some fun.
And that's what he needed right now, consequences be damned.

Meet up in front of the Grill at midnight, will decide from there.

-Chris.

Then he shot a text to April.

Hey babe, me, you, and the boys are going out tonight. Midnight. Sneak out the window and meet me at the road.

Love you – Chris

The replies were once again, instant.

Everyone was in.
Now all he had to do was wait until his mother fell asleep.

The time passed by quick enough, and soon Christian was quietly sliding on his jeans and combat boots.
He put his phone in his pocket, and carefully opened his bedroom door.
His mother didn't wake up easily, but he didn't want to take the chance.
He made it down the hall, and out the front door in record time.
He wished he had a car on nights like this, but luckily, everything in the town was within walking distance.
April's house was only three blocks from his own.
He lucked out, and she was already waiting on him by the time he got to her drive.

"Hey, babe," he greeted quietly, wrapping his arms around her.
She smiled, leaning up to kiss him, "Hey back…so what are we doing tonight?"
"Not sure yet," he told her, letting her go so they could start walking, "But we are meeting the guys at the Grill."
She nodded, "Is it okay if Amber and Briana come?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "I don't see why not...actually, they may come in handy."
She smiled, "Okay, I'll text them."
Once she was done, she looked at him, "Won't the Grill be closed?"
Chris shook his head, "No, just the kitchen…the bar is still open, and they serve coffee and stuff. We're just meeting up there anyway, but I have an idea..."
She nodded, "Okay, then."

He glanced over her, enjoying the short skirt and tank top, that showed more than a hint of cleavage.
"You look hot."
She winked at him, "It just comes natural."
He laughed, "I love how modest you are."
She leaned up, kissing his neck, "You love more than just my modesty."
"You're right," he chuckled, pulling her to a stop, "I love everything about you...but I have to admit," he leaned down, kissing the top of her right breast, "There are certain parts that I love a little more," he then kissed the left.
Her brow raised, "You better mean my charm and my intuition."
He grinned, "Of course that's what I meant."
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Good answer."
He kissed her then, and her hands slid down to his waist, playing with the rim of his pants, "So...how many minutes do we have before we have to meet everyone?"
Chris smirked, recognizing the look in her eyes, "Fuck them, they can wait."
She grinned, took his hand, and pulled him into the trees next to the road.

When they finally made it to the Grill's parking lot, the others were waiting.
"Took you guys long enough," Tyler shot, "What happened? You get lost?"
April smirked, pulling a leaf from her hair, and Chris shrugged, "We got busy."
Tyler chuckled, shaking his head.
"So, what's the plan, Chris?" Kol asked, getting focused.
Christian smiled, "The plan is to get our hands on some alcohol…namely the reason that these ladies are here."
He motioned to Briana and Amber, "Can you guys distract the bartender long enough for us to sneak the bottle?"
"Definitely," Amber replied with a grin.
"Good…Ty, you're the fastest…you want to do the swiping with me?"
Tyler shrugged, "Yeah, sure."

"Alright then, Kol, Jeremy, you guys stick with the girls…"
Once everyone was clear on what to do, they walked inside.

Damon filled his cup again, the man behind the counter had left the bottle behind an hour ago. And he still didn't feel drunk enough.

Not wanting to sit at home after his parents had went to bed, he'd driven up to the Grill, where at least the bar was open.
He needed to figure out what he was going to do.
About his job, Elena, his life...
It all suddenly seemed very complicated.

He twirled his glass, as the front doors swung open, and a group of kids came in.
Great.
Just what this night needed. A bunch of teenagers.
What were they even doing out this late? Wasn't it a school night?
He threw them another glance, and was surprised to see the Christian kid among them, his arm wrapped around the waist of some pretty little girl.
He had to do a double take.
God, that boy still looked a lot like him, even donning a similar leather jacket.
Only his dark hair was slightly longer, his bangs almost in eyes.
Damon watched as the kid kissed the girl on the head, then motioned to a friend.
The two walked off a bit, standing near the bathrooms.
But the rest of the group moved to the bar.
He tried to make out what they were saying, as the bartender went down to offer them drinks, but the majority of his focus was on Stefan's son, and the other boy, who were slowly inching closer to the bar, at the opposite end of their friends.
Amused, he watched as Christian slipped an arm over, and grabbed two bottles, before passing them on to the other kid, and reaching to grab another.

He had to give the kids props. They had four bottles stolen and stashed before the waiter behind the bar had even returned with the drinks for their friends.

Idly, he wondered if he should say something…but decided against it.

No need to get the kids in even more trouble.
Hell, everyone was young once.

But as the group got their drinks and made their way out the door, he figured he should probably turn in soon as well.

Christian couldn't believe it.
Here he had been hoping to escape the looming threat of Damon entering his life, and the man had been at the fucking bar!
Was nowhere safe anymore? God.
He had only caught a glimpse of the man as he and Tyler had hurried out the door, but something told him that Damon had seen him too.

But if he had, he hadn't said anything.

"So where should we go now?" Jeremy asked.
"We can go to my place," Tyler offered as he passed the bottles around, "We have those old cellars on the property."
"Wait!" Briana called, turning back toward the Grill, "Did you guys see who that was?!"
"Who what was?" Kol asked.
"The guy at the bar," Amber backed her up, "Wasn't that Damon Salvatore? You know, the singer?"
Chris wanted to palm his face. Of course the girls his age would recognize Damon.
"Was it?" Jeremy asked, looking to Chris.
All the guys knew the story.
"Yeah, he's in town," Christian told them, as if it were no big deal.
"Oh my god!" Amber practically squealed, "Can we go back in?"
"No," April told her, "Are you stupid? You don't steal from a place, then go back inside!"
"Exactly," Chris backed, "We need to get out of here."
"But, that's Damon Salvatore! Come on!" Briana pressed, as if annunciating each syllable of the man's name would make it more important.

"He's so damn hot, can you imagine what he looks like shirtless?" Amber sighed, and Briana nodded, "I bet he's amazing in bed!"

Both girls giggled.

Christian grew annoyed.
This was so not how he planned to spend his night.

"Are you guys coming or not?" he asked the drooling girls.
They looked at him, and Briana spoke, "Can we at least go get a picture with him?"
Chris felt his temper flex, "Look, if you want a picture of that asshole, you can have my Grandmother's photo albums! I don't plan on sticking around and getting arrested though, so we need to leave!"
"Oh, shit, you're related to him, huh?!" Amber exclaimed, "Salvatore…I didn't even realize! Dude, you kinda look like him too…a lot like him actually…"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Yeah, we are not about to fucking go there."
He turned away from the two gawking girls, just in time to see the Grill's doors open, and Damon step out.

His blood boiled when Damon's eyes landed on him.
He clenched his fist, almost forgetting about the bottle he was holding.
Then a thought hit him.
He glanced over, and sure enough, a shiny blue Camaro was parked in the lot.
The same car that had been parked at his Grandparents.

"Run!" he told the others, and, before he lost his nerve, he chunked the bottle straight at the car.
Smirking when he heard the glass shatter on impact.
Seeing what he did, the others took off, but he waited, just a second longer, to catch the look on his father's face.

It took the man a second to respond.

Then, as realization dawned on him, utter shock filled his features…then rage.
Pressing his luck, Chris flipped him off, before taking off after his friends in a dead sprint.
The night was finally looking up.

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