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AN: So sorry I haven't been updating. I've been in bed with a vicious cold and then my allergies started going crazy. I'll try to get a couple of chapters up before Thursday because I'll be on vacation from then until Sunday night.

DPOV.

"Because he was your father, Alex."

The words hung in the air. Neither one of us knew how to respond. I couldn't take it back now that it was out in the open. I could tell he was in deep thought. His brows scrunched together just liked Stefan's used to do. I wait a few more minutes to let it sink in.

"Stefan..." He stopped, it looked like he was rethinking his words.

"...is my father?" He asks slowly, looking at the grass.

When I can't think of a decent response I decide it's better to just be completely honest.

"Yes" I say simply.

"We should probably get home. Your mom gets off work soon." I say, standing up and brushing myself off.

"You go ahead. I think I'm going to stay here for awhile." He mumbles, still not looking at me.

"Alex, I love you. Son or nephew. Blood or no blood. Promise me you'll never forget that."

"Yea I know" He says.

"That's not a promise." I tell him. I walk away, deciding to leave him with his thoughts.

Elena is going to kill me.

Alex doesn't walk through the front door until after 10:00pm. He walks upstairs and I hear his door close. I decide it's better to let him cope with everything before dropping more news on him. Might as well walk up there and tell him Oh by the way, your father was a vampire and so was I.

After two hours of fighting with Elena we finally managed to make it to the kiss and make up part. I managed to get away with only one lecture and a couple meaningful glares.

I wake up to find Alex's bed empty. The day is spent worrying about how he's doing and how he's going to feel about me and Elena now.

At 2:00am the front door finally opens. I stand up and walk to the front door. Alex walks by without seeming to notice me, hood still over his head.

"It's way past your curfew." I tell him, pulling the hood off his head. He turns to glare at me.

"Why do you care?" He spits out. His whole body reeks of alcohol.

"Why do you smell like beer?" I ask him suspiciously.

"Why did you lie to me for fifteen years?" He asks, rolling his eyes and turning to walk upstairs. I grab his arm and pull him around to face me.

"I lied because I thought I was giving you a better life." I tell him.

"Why do you care about my life?" He asks.

"Don't start the bull shit with me, Alex. Go shower and then your grounded for drinking."

"I don't have to listen to you." He says, pushing me away.

"Oh you do and you will. You don't get to go out and get wasted just because you feel bad for yourself." I yell, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the stairs.

"Go to hell" He yells back, struggling against my hold.

"Been there, done that." I mumble. "Now go to your room before you wake your mom up and I get really pissed."

"Your not my father!" He yells, swinging his fist and hitting my jaw. My hold on him loosens and he runs out the front door. I follow after him but he climbs in his car, driving away.

"God damn it" I whisper. I consider following him but decide against it. He needs time.

Alex doesn't return home the next night, or the one after it for that matter. On the third day I finally give in to Elena's pleas and call Sheriff Forbes.

"Damon?" Her voice asks.

"Hey Liz, I'd like to report a missing person." I sigh.

"Ok? Who is it?"

"It's Alex. He ran off a couple nights ago and we haven't seen him since."

"Oh Damon, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm going to need his full name, age, description, and when you last saw him."

"Alexander Zane Salvatore, he's fifteen. About 5'9, light brown shaggy hair, bright green eyes. We had an argument three nights ago around 2:00am." I tell her.

"What was the argument about?" She asks, her voice returning to that of a friend and not an officer.

"I told him about Stefan. Let's just say he didn't take it as well as I'd hoped."

"Sorry. We'll do everything we can. I'll call you if we find anything."

"Thanks Liz"

"Bye Damon."

"Bye" I say, putting the phone back in my pocket. I walk back to the couch and sit down beside Elena. She slides over to lay her head on my shoulder.

"He'll be fine. He's probably sitting in his car somewhere thinking about how stupid he's acting." I tell her.

"He's not acting stupid. He has every right to be mad at us. I know I was when I found out I was adopted. It felt like my parents were one big lie. I just hope he forgives us." She says.

"Me too" I say.

"Do you think he's ok?"

"I'm sure he's fine." I whisper, not knowing if it's true.

"We should go look for him. I feel like a bad mom just sitting around."

"We can try around town but that's all." I tell her.

We drive down every street in Mystic Falls. After admitting we weren't going to find him this way, me and Elena drove home to make dinner for ourselves and our missing son.