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The Witch-Child

Atlanta, GA – 1997.

Damon yawned and delicately moved Bree's head from his chest, so he could roll out of bed. The witch had fallen fast asleep, but Damon was too anxious to do the same. He wanted to keep reading. He was semi attending college to have access to all the information he could find on a mysterious tomb in Mystic Falls, and all the legends regarding the vampires from this area. The Folklore department was what interested him.

The pretext had paid off, since he had been able to get his hands on several old journals from that time, getting him closer to finding the answers he was looking for. He glanced at Bree, making sure she was still sleeping, before getting himself a drink. He'd met the witch a couple weeks ago. He liked her well enough, had intended to bed her, feed on her, compel her and then move on. But when he realized she was a witch, he decided she was worth keeping around, he could always use a witch's help anyways. The bedding part was fun, she would even let him feed on her, when she was drunk enough and she had promised she would try to help, if they could figure out the secrets of the tomb. She was perfectly aware that this fling with him was temporary, his one true love was Katherine, and no one else could replace her. That made for a satisfactory relationship for the both of them, no games or scheming needed. It was refreshing. And of course, Damon had always had a taste for witch's blood; it had such a spicy quality you couldn't find anywhere else.

Although he was pretty sure her powers would not be enough to break Emily's spell, she could still be useful. But before that became an issue, they first had to find the Talisman. That was why he was still here, researching and reading old boring journals. The key to breaking Emily's spell lay in her talisman, which she gave to Katherine to protect her. They had to find that talisman and if they could find Emily's Grimoire at the same time, everything would be perfect. But so far, he hadn't been able to find any real useful information. He strongly suspected that what he was looking for would be found in Jonhathan Gilbert's journals, before he went mad. A visit to Mystic Falls was probably in order soon. He needed to see what other information he could gather, and maybe even test Bree.

He was in no hurry, he had all eternity after all, and it wasn't like Katherine was going anywhere. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt like visiting Mystic Falls. He needed to get his hands on more Journals, and most of the ones he needed would most likely be found there.

He swallowed the rest of his drink and got up, no time like the present. He could steal/compel himself a car and just drive to Virginia. Damon always liked road-trips, and he could always stop in Salem and see what else he could find. Maybe even stop at Duke University, he heard their Folklore dep't was pretty popular as well.

He ended up driving all night, not making any pit stops. He didn't even wake Bree to let her know he was leaving for a few days. He got into town early morning, right on schedule to see the current residents of the Boarding House / Salvatore Mansion leave for the day. That was just perfect. He'd be able to peruse the library and look for some hidden family secrets in peace and quiet. He usually visited the house during the hours of the night. But it didn't matter, since it was now empty anyways.

After a couple of hours, he gave up. The search proved unsuccessful. The only journals he found in the house were Stefan's, and he wasn't in the mood to read the tales of his brother feeling sorry for himself and trying to deny his nature. He wasn't in the mood for anything having to do with his brother actually. Not today.

He moved on to the Founder's Hall and the Public Library, not lingering long enough for people to wonder about him. He didn't find anything new.

As usual when he was in town, he felt himself drawn to the ruins of Fell's Church. There was nothing he could do now, but he still liked to go there, and pretend he felt closer to Katherine.

When he got back to the town, he noticed that a lot of kids were out on the streets. Kids, teenagers, it looked like school was out today. Walking by the fountain in the Town square, he eyes fell on one little girl. Not even a little girl, a toddler, barely two years-old. She looked so very familiar. Brown eyes, slick brown hair, an easy laugh, there was definitely something about her. Shocked, he realized that the child reminded him of Katherine. The playful girl he had fallen in love with, when he was still human and didn't know what she truly was.

He sat on a bench and kept his eyes on the child, she was being chased across the ground by an older girl, laughing joyfully. The other girl seemed to be in charge of her, a skinny teenager, on the verge of High School, somewhere around fourteen years old maybe. Damon had never really been good with girls and their age, and he didn't care. The skinny redhead had caught up with the little one and was tickling her, making them both roll around in the grass. The sight almost made him smile. Almost.

Not being one for people watching, unless he was hunting, he got up again, intending to go steal another car and be on his way.

But something else was distracting him. Something else was pulling at him, at his memory. Something witchy, perhaps? He shouldn't be surprised, he knew the Bennetts were still here, and they probably knew he was in town before he even got here. He looked around, trying to find out who was making him feel this way.

What he found was another toddler, standing near the still-tickling girls, staring at him. A serious little girl, with big brown eyes. When he met those serious eyes of hers, her face illuminated when she smiled at him. He knew immediately who she was, the new Bennett witch, but what surprised him is that she seemed to know who he was, as well. Still smiling that beaming smile, she ran up to him, as fast as her little legs would take her. He wondered if he should not just turn around and leave, before she got to him. But she looked so happy to see him, he decided to stay and see this through.

She ran up to him and grabbed his leg. He looked down at her, puzzled. This was definitively different. By instincts, children did not like him.

"Bonnie!" The skinny teenager came up running to them, obviously not happy. She was trailing the other little girl behind her.

Bonnie, Damon remembered it was the little witch's name, completely ignored them and kept smiling at him. He couldn't help smiling back. He winked at her "Kid, you better go and listen to your babysitter, you don't want to get in trouble hanging out with the likes of me." She let go of his leg and made an effort of winking back, erupting in fresh giggles as she did so. Again, he had trouble keeping a straight face.

The redhead caught her by the hand. "Bonnie Bennett! You know you can't run off like that, Elana and I were really scared. What if I tell your mother and then I can't take you to the park anymore."

"Well, to be fair Miss, little Bonnie here didn't run very far, and I'm sure Abby doesn't need to know."

He had no idea why he didn't walk away just then. The girl looked up at him and blushed furiously when she noticed, for the first time, how truly gorgeous he was. She tried to adjust her clothes and figure out what to say.

If there was one thing Damon was unable to resist, it was a girl blushing. The surge of blood rushing to a girl's cheeks, most often caused by physical attraction towards him, was the best appetizer. In this case, he had to look away for a minute. He was hungry, he realized. These were kids and it was a public area, in the middle of the day. He needed to leave, soon.

"Oh, so you know Bonnie's mom? No wonder she just ran up to you then, Mister…?"

He smirked, while Bonnie tugged on his hand, demanding his attention again. She felt so warm. "Salvatore. I was just on my way back, I was visiting family. And you are? I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

She blushed again, to his delight, triggering his hunger. He would really have to leave soon. "I'm Jenna, Jenna Sommers. I'm babysitting my little niece Elana and her friend Bonnie while their parents are at the Council meeting."

He nodded. Council meeting. It would explain why the kids were not in school. "Tell me Jenna, I didn't think the Bennetts were part of the Founder's council?"

"Oh they're not, Abby said that since I was watching Elana for the day, she could go and spend some time with Grandma Bennett."

"I see." Frowning, he thought that there must be something big going on for the Council to close the schools and the Bennett witches to want some alone time. He didn't want to be involved in it, so he had better leave before he got caught in the middle of it.

He grabbed Jenna's hand and kissed it, watching her blush again, while little Elana was hiding behind her, sneaking glances at him. He could tell this one would grow up to turn absolutely gorgeous. "Jenna Sommers, it was very nice meeting you, maybe we'll see each other again next time I'm in town."

Still not saying a word, still staring at him, smiling, Bonnie was standing in front of him. He reached down and rubbed her head, messing up her hair. She giggled some more. This was really an intriguing little kid. He waved goodbye then walked down the street, ready to forget all about Mystic Falls until next time he needed to come here.

"Goodbye Damon, Goodbye, see you soon!" Waved Bonnie, screaming as loud as her little lungs would permit. He heard Jenna shush her and continued walking. He would not wave back at a kid. He only pretended to be friendly to get information on the Council's meeting, he was not going to start playing the waving game with a toddler.

As she yelled again, most probably still waving, he sighed, grinned and turned around, waving back at her. This time the three girls waved back. He went around the corner, made it to a car he planned on stealing before it hit him. He never said his name was Damon, he only said his last name was Salvatore.

How the hell did Bonnie knew his name?

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