Damon's Daughter
Chapter Four
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I walked through the large mansion absolutely dumbfounded. I almost couldn't believe what had happened. He didn't turn me away. He's letting me stay with him! I thought. I have a home! Of course, I knew not to get too excited. He'll eventually realize what an abomination I am and tell me to leave, but for now I get to live here!

I ambled down the long hallway, searching for an empty room that I felt I could call mine. So far, I'd come across about three rooms, but none of them seemed to appeal to me. They were almost too… big. I don't think I'd ever stayed in a place as large as the Boarding House, and I went to Harvard for God's sake. The fourth room I came across was nearly three times the size as my first apartment. I mean, honestly, who the hell needs this much room? The Salvatore's, apparently. I kept walking, looking for a room that wasn't either ridiculously small or ridiculously big. As I searched I started wondering how long I would be staying here. A month? A year, maybe two? How long would it take for Damon to get tired of me?

I haven't been completely alone my entire life, although it feels like it. A couple of people took me in once in a while. When I was 15 I lived in France and this really old lady named Georgette let me stay with her until she died, even though she knew I was a vampire. France was filled with vampires then, so it didn't really faze her too much. Georgette was probably the closest thing to a Grandmother I've ever had. I think it's obvious that I miss her.

"Hey, Emma!" a voice shouted behind me.

I was torn from my thoughts about Georgette and I spun around, seeing Elena jog towards me.

"Hey?" I replied wondering what she wanted.
"Damon told me about you and I'm just wondering… how? Because I thought vampires couldn't procreate?" She hesitantly asked me.
"A very powerful witch gave my mom a potion that allowed her to conceive. She met Damon, fell in love, and then she had me." I answered. "I don't blame you for being curious, I would be too."
Elena nodded and looked around the hallway.
"I have another question," she told me.
I nodded, waiting for her to continue.
"Are you the only one… like this?"
My dark eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, what do you mean by that?"
"I mean are you the only pure blood vampire, like ever?" she clarified.
"Yeah, at least I think so anyway. I've never met any others if that's what you're asking."
Elena bobbed her head up and down. "Yeah, that's what I was asking. So, which room are you going to pick?" she asked me.
I shrugged. "I honestly have no idea. There's just so many, and so far, all the one's I've seen are super huge or practically closets."
Elena laughed. "I know, right? One of them is about the size of my kitchen, living room, and bedroom put together."
I smiled. "Exactly! I just don't know which one to pick. I mean, it'd be pointless to have a huge room because I don't have nearly enough stuff to fill half of it, but I can't even fit the things I do have in the tiny rooms. It's just frustrating!" I rolled my blue eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I looked back up at Elena and sighed. "I'm probably just overanalyzing this, aren't I?"
"A bit," she laughed in a kind way.
"I'm really nervous. I mean, I've never really had a home before. I've never had to pick out which room I wanted. This is all pretty new to me."
"I understand," she nodded. Elena then took my hand. "C'mon, I think I know the perfect room for you," and before I knew it she was dragging me down the hallway.

It was perfect. Not enormous, not microscopic, just perfect. To most it was probably plain, but to me it was absolute perfection. The floors were hardwood and the walls were a light shade of brown. I wasn't crazy about the walls, but those could always be repainted. There was a beige couch next to a massive bookshelf, filled to the top with books. Across from the couch was a beautiful fireplace. I could just picture sitting on the couch reading while listening to a crackling fire. To me, it was heaven. There was a medium-sized bed on the other side of the room with a brown comforter. A couple of feet away from the bed was a door that led to a large bathroom. My jaw dropped when I saw it. I even had my own bathroom! As I fangirled over the room, Elena was leaning against the door frame, laughing. I don't know what came over me, but I ran to Elena and gave her a massive hug. As quickly as the hug started, it ended, and I pulled away and smiled a bit. I hadn't hugged anyone in years.

"Thank you, Elena. Seriously. It means a lot." I said sincerely.
Elena smiled. "No problem, Emma. I'm going to go tell Damon to bring up your stuff," she told me and walked out of the room.

At the mention of Damon I was suddenly nervous. I shouldn't have gotten so excited about the room. It would just make it more difficult to leave it when Damon gets tired of me. I sighed and threw myself onto the couch, taking a random book off the bookshelf.

The book I grabbed was very big, very old and covered in dust. There was so much that I couldn't even see the title. I lightly blew on the front of the book and dust flew away enough for me to read the title. As I read the front I smiled. Gone with the Wind, I thought. That's a book I certainly haven't read in a long time. I went back to the day the movie came out and all of my friends went to see it. I remember when Rhett said his famous line and everyone in the theatre gasped. Those were the days when people weren't even supposed to say "damn." I laughed and opened the book, skipping to my favorite parts. I always got so frustrated with Scarlett. Didn't she realize that Ashley didn't love her the way Rhett did? Why couldn't she just see what was right in front of her?

A knock on the halfway open door brought me back to the present. I turned my head a bit and saw Damon with the little luggage I had.

"What do you want me to do with these?" he asked.
"Um, just throw them on the bed," I told him, as I pretended to be very entertained by the book in my hands.
Damon tossed the bags on the bed and turned around to face me.
"So," he began. "You've got a good taste in rooms. This is one of my favorites."
I nodded and kept my eyes on the book, not wanting to talk.
I could practically feel Damon roll his eyes.
He suddenly took the book out of my hands and placed it back on the bookshelf.
"Hey!" I shouted. "I was reading that!"
"Emma, your eyes weren't even moving. You just kept staring at the page," he said as he sat down next to me.
I squirmed a bit. The closeness was getting to me. Apparently, he wasn't used to it either because he looked just as nervous as me.
"Look," he said. "I just want to tell you that this is equally as weird for you as it is for me, if not more. I've never been responsible for another person before, so this is really new to me. I don't do anything half assed though, so I'll try to be a reasonably good father."
He looked at me, probably waiting for me to talk, but I didn't really feel like it, so I just nodded. Damon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Okay, so… tell me about yourself." He said.
I shrugged. "There's not much to tell."
Damon gave me a face. "You're like one hundred years old. There has to be something you can tell me."
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I like music. I play about ten instruments. I majored in acting and singing at Julliard, I majored in law at Harvard, and I studied guys and liquor at Princeton with a minor in English. My favorite food is pizza and my favorite color is blue. Is that enough information for you?"
Damon laughed and smiled. "Yeah, that's enough for now. Anything you want to ask me?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Yeah. How did you go over one hundred years without knowing I existed?"