Damon's Daughter
Chapter Three
Alone
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More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn't alone. I was always a vampire, and I always will be, but I wasn't always alone. When I was young, I was happy. My mom was there then, and she showed so much love that I didn't even care that my father's presence was nonexistent. But then she died. My mother died because of me. Most say she died "for" me, but I would have gladly taken her place.
Seeing my no longer nonexistent dad for the first time sent shivers down my spine. He was exactly how I pictured him. I assumed he had blue eyes because I definitely didn't get mine from my hazel eyed mom, and I figured he had the same smirk as me, because my mother didn't smirk. She just smiled her bright smile that could light up a room in seconds. Unfortunately, my mom's beautiful smile wasn't passed down to me. In fact, I think I inherited most of her worst traits, like her bushy eyebrows and pale complexion. When I first laid eyes on Damon Salvatore, there was no question that he was my father.
-Damon's POV-
"Hi, Dad."
The small girl's voice was ringing in my ears. Dad. Hi. Hi, Dad. Dad. Nope. There's no way. Unless it was before I turned… No, the only person I was with was Katherine, and she couldn't have… Could she? No, no, no, no. Nope. Don't even consider that she might be yours. It's a mistake. A simple mistake. Right. But she looks just like me… nope. Nope. Don't even think about it Damon. It's a mistake. Now tell the girl she's wrong. C'mon. Tell her. She's made a mistake. Wait. Maybe she's here for Klaus. Maybe she's a spy. That's what all of this is about. She's just a spy.
-Emma's POV-
Damon narrowed his eyes and looked me over. He seemed suspicious. Of course he was. To him I was probably just some crazy teenager.
"Elena," Damon started, "Could you please excuse us?"
Before Elena could react Damon snatched my elbow and quickly took me to the study. He slammed the door, locked it, and glared at me.
"Okay, who the hell are you?" he snarled.
At first I was a bit taken back by his anger, but then I remembered that he was probably very suspicious of me.
"My name is Emma. I am your daughter," I calmly replied.
Damon rolled his eyes.
"Like I'm going to believe that," he said. Damon was suddenly inching closer to me with a ferocious look in his blue eyes. "Now, I'm going to ask you again. Who are you?" he spit back.
"My name is Emma. Emma Salvatore. I'm your daughter. My mother is Julia Harrington. You are my father."
Damon paused, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, and then he took a couple steps back.
"Why should I believe you?" he asked.
"I have proof," I told him. I then quickly reached into my purse and pulled out my mother's letters and my birth certificate. "It's all here," I said as I handed him the papers.
Damon calmly took them from me and turned so I was facing his back. I sighed and threw myself onto the small loveseat behind me, waiting. I was suddenly more nervous than I'd ever been. I was past the point of no return. There was no going back to my Mercedes and speeding off to God knows where anymore. All I could do was sit and wait for Damon to speak. I sat there on the loveseat for nearly ten long minutes before Damon turned around and faced me. He collapsed in the chair opposite of me, still clutching my mom's letters and my birth certificate.
"This isn't possible," he muttered as he rubbed his temples.
"That's what most people say, but here I am," I told him.
He suddenly looked up at me, surprised, as if he'd forgotten that I was here.
"Are you absolutely positive that I'm the one you're looking for?" he asked me.
I nodded. "Absolutely."
He nodded and turned his attention back to the letters.
Another ten minutes went by in silence. Damon finally set the letters down and looked at me. Like, really looked at me. He then cleared his throat.
"So," he said. "How did you find me? There's nothing in these letters about me. Nothing."
"I did my own research," I replied. "I went back to New Orleans, met with some of my mom's old friends, her midwife, a couple witches that didn't want to chop my head off, and they led me to you."
Damon nodded again.
"What…" He hesitated. "What happened to your mom?"
"She'd dead," I shrugged. "Mikael killed her when I was five."
His eyes widened. "You've been on your own since you were five?"
I shrugged once more. "I guess. I didn't mind though. It's easy to go undetected by the police or vampire hunters when you're alone anyway."
Damon nodded. Again. It seemed like all he could do right now was nod. He then started staring down the floor, as if it had caused all of his problems.
"Look," I started. "I understand that this is a big surprise, and if you don't want anything to do with me I completely get it, okay?"
Damon's head suddenly jolted up and he looked at me with an indecipherable expression. To me, it looked like he was really considering what I suggested. My stomach sank. Why did I even come? I mean, honestly Emma, what did you expect? Did you really think that he was going to welcome you with open arms?
"Really, it's okay if you don't want me. I can take care of myself. I mean, I've done it for nearly one hundred years, what's a couple more, right?" I halfheartedly laughed and looked down, waiting for him to agree and send me on my way. I waited, and waited, and waited a bit more, but he didn't make a sound. I kept my eyes fixed on the beige carpet, afraid to meet his gaze that I could feel burning through me.
"Emma," Damon unexpectedly said.
I didn't budge.
"Emma," he said once more.
I still sat in the loveseat, frozen.
"Emma, look at me," Damon commanded, and this time I listened.
My head slowly rose and two pairs of identical blue eyes met. Damon brought his hand close to my face and wiped away a tear that I wasn't aware had fallen.
"The boarding house has about ten extra bedrooms," he told me. "You go pick out one while I get your bags, okay?"