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DPOV.
"Oh god, Alex" I say, walking over to him.
"No, no. Stay away from me." He yells, tears falling down his face. He buries his face in his hands and turns away from me.
"I'll sit over here, ok?" I tell him, sitting down against the opposite wall. He nods and looks up.
"Why aren't you running from me? Why aren't you screaming or calling the police?" He asks.
"Because I'm not scared of you, Alex. Your my son." I tell him, shrugging. He looks at me confusedly.
"I think I'm a demon." He mumbles to me.
"No your just a vampire, lets not overdo it." I say. He stares at me for a second and then sighs, shaking his head.
"Tell me. Please just tell me whatever it is you've been hiding from me all this time."
I tell him everything. All of it.
"Wow" Alex mumbles, looking at the ground.
"Yea, that's a good way to put it." I reply. "Tell me how this happened, Alex."
"I was eating at a diner in Boston. This guy had been staring at me from across the room the entire night and it was starting to creep me out. I walked out the door and something grabbed me. I tried to scream but they covered my mouth and dragged me to the back of the diner. It was too dark to see anything but I felt him bite me. He forced me to drink his blood."
My fists clench. Hearing about someone hurting Alex was not something I enjoyed.
"I woke up in a hotel room and he was there. He had blood bags, like the ones in the basement, I know it's gross but I drank one. It was amazing." He says.
"He didn't really explain anything to me. He left that afternoon to run an errand, that's when I took off."
"Damn it" I mumble.
"I didn't know where else to go." He whispers.
"No, no. This is good Alex. You never turned off your emotions. Your doing great." I tell him. "You just need to learn how to control it, that's all."
"I don't want to kill people." He tells me. "I don't want to be a monster."
"You sound like your father." I sigh. "You don't have to kill people, Alex. You can just drink from the blood bags."
"Come on, let's go call your mom. She'll want to..." He doesn't give me a chance to finish my sentence. He pulls me up, hand around my neck, vampire features out.
"No. You won't say anything." He says, staring me in the eye. Probably shouldn't have mentioned the compulsion part to him.
"It's not going to work Alex. I drink vervain every morning." I say. He looks at me confused. I push his arm away but he squeezes harder.
"Alex, your hurting me." I choke out, trying to pry his fingers off my throat.
There's a blur of movement and the hand releases me. I open my eyes to see someone holding Alex by the throat on the opposite wall.
"Calm down." The man whispers. Alex immediately calms down. He must be compelling him, but then that makes him an Original. Great. Just what we needed.
"Apologize to your father." He tells him. Alex nods and looks towards me.
"I'm sorry for acting childish. I'm still learning." He says. I nod and turn my attention back towards the Original.
"Very good, now go clean up the mess you made please." He says. He releases Alex and turns around to face me. Alex disappears and the stranger bows.
"Sorry about that, Mr. Salvatore." He says with a thick Italian accent.
"Your the bastard that turned my son" I spit out.
"I did not attack your son. That was some stupid newly turned vampire. I found him unconscious and transitioning. That is why I brought him back to my hotel suite. When I returned from an outing he was gone, I followed his trail here." The vampire says.
"Perhaps you remember me. I am Dante."
"I thought I knew you from someone. That's twice now you've saved my son." I say, reaching my hand towards him. He shakes it and takes a step back.
"Alexander should stay here until he can control himself. I would not want him out killing the innocent." He says. I nod and walk out of the bathroom to find the bodies and blood bags gone.
"How is he going to deal with this?" I ask him.
"Same way all of us did, I presume. Just takes time." He says, walking over to the dresser and opening the drawers.
"What are you doing?" I ask, keeping my distance.
"Well I was going to grab Alex a change of clothes but I'm starting to doubt this is his room."
"This was my brothers room. Alex can find his own clothes." I tell him, closing the door when he walks out into the hall.
"Where did he go?" I ask Dante.
"He's downstairs drinking a blood bag. Stop worrying so much." He sighs. I hear the front door open and we both make our way downstairs. Elena stands in the doorway, looking at the living room. Dante appears in front of her before I can.
"Mrs. Salvatore, how nice to see you again." He says. I groan and walk down the stairs towards them.
"Dante, what are you doing here?" She asks.
"I am here to help Alexander. If that's ok with you signora."
"Alex is here? Now?" She asks, looking around.
"Si, he's in the kitchen." He says, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the kitchen. I walk in behind her to see Alex standing there holding a blood bag to his mouth. Elena screams and faints, I get to her just in time to catch her.
"Elena never faints. This is not going to be pretty."