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Oh, this is very important, Elena's house is not burnt down in my story!
Damon debated whether or not to wake Katie up.
She could use the sleep, it'd been a tough day and, a half for her.
But, she might wake up and, be scared that she's alone in a car outside of a house she doesn't recognize.
So, he opted to wake her up.
"Katie," He coaxed, trying to be as gentle as he could, "Come on, wake up."
She moaned and, shook her head around. "No."
"Now." He snapped, his patience wearing thin.
Katie's eyes snapped open and, she rubbed them with the back of her hand. "Come on." He said, ushering her out of the car.
Damon took her hand and, led her up to the door, where he didn't bother to knock.
She swayed from foot to foot, and, jumped when she door opened and, out came a woman who looked identical to Katherine.
"Damon?" Elena's eye brows rose as she saw Damon and, Katie on her door step. "Who's this?"
Damon sighed and, gritted his teeth. "This is Katie. I'll tell you about it inside." He ground out, trying to keep his cool.
He didn't want to talk about what he needed to talk about in front of Katie... It would only upset or anger her.
Elena nodded and, opened the door so they could come in.
Katie's eyes wondered from place to place as she took in her new surrounding.
She wondered what she was doing here and, why Damon seemed so angry.
"Katie." He snapped, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Huh?" She asked, blinking her eyes a couple of times.
"I've got to talk to Elena about a few things. Go find something to do." He said, dismissing her.
She huffed, but stalked off to check out the house.
"Let's talk in here." Damon said, moving quickly into the kitchen.
"Alright, stop. Why do you have a little girl? And, who's is she?" Elena demanded, her arms across her chest and, eyes narrowed.
Damon chuckled. "You're just as bad as she is." He mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Anyways, her name is Katie."
"Just... Get on with it." Elena snapped, using his snarky tone against him.
He sighed. "I dated this girl, Hanna, for a while. She really wanted kids, but got turned into a vampire on her nineteenth birthday, stopping her from being able to procreate..." He paused.
"So, Katie is Hanna's?" Elena asked.
"Yes." Damon answered, and, continued on. "She was devastated. That's why I didn't let her stick around for too long," He shrugged, "She was broken and, needy... I was only looking for a good time."
Elena rolled her eyes at Damon's selfishness. "If vampires can't procreate, then how is Katie.-"
Damon cut her off. "Hanna made a deal with a witch... Only, she didn't know that the witch was using 'Expression.' In order for Katie to be born, Hanna had to die." He sighed.
"Oh..." Elena gasped, thinking he was done.
"She was so happy to be pregnant and, on the night she was supposed to conceive Katie, she died."
Elena's heart broke for the poor little girl. "Wait. But, why is she with you?"
"Katie's a cross between a vampire and, a human."
"Wow," Elena murmured, "I didn't know that was..." She trailed off.
"Mm Hm." Damon replied, acting as if he didn't care. "Katie's blood is the cure for vampirism."
"So, she's a target?" Elena asked, worried now about Katie's welfare.
"Yes. Katherine knew Hanna. They were... Friends. She knew about Katie. Who, was being abused by her 'Foster Parents.' Katherine stuck me with her, by dropping her off on my door step in the middle of the night."
"Why would Katherine care about..." Recognition dawned on her. "She didn't want anyone to have access to Katie's blood... She, didn't want to die."
"Now that you know, I need a favor."
"What?"
Damon knew Elena would do whatever she could to help Katie. "I need you to get her some clothes."
Elena nodded. "What size is she?"
He let out a frustrated sigh. "She's probably a size 6/7 or so."
"How old is she?"
"Eleven."
"Did they not feed her, or?" Elena asked, referring to Mrs. Lisa and, Mr. John.
"I didn't get much out of her. I know she was abused, but, I'm not sure how." He answered, really not sure himself, being that Katie had been so vague when he'd asked her about it.
Elena sighed, "I'll drop the clothes off later."
"Thanks," Damon muttered, walking out of the kitchen to find Katie.
"Katie!" He called. "Let's go."
He heard foot steps and, then Katie appeared. "Hold on." She told him, running into the kitchen. "Bye 'Lena."
Damon laughed at Elena's reaction to Katie hugging her, it mirrored his perfectly. "Bye Miss Katie. I'll see you soon." Elena told her, smiling warmly at the little girl.
"Where're we going now?" Katie asked, following Damon out to the car.
"Home."
Katie was fully awake, and, bouncing off the walls. Damon swore if she jumped one more time he'd... But, somehow, he couldn't find himself to yell at her.
It was one thing if she was being a brat. But, Katie was just acting like a normal eleven year old little girl.
He sighed and, thought about how different his life was going to be, with Katie around.
Katie didn't require a lot of attention and, kept herself entertained pretty well.
When they got home, she'd asked for paper to draw on and, a pencil.
She went up to her room and, hummed while doodling on the pad of paper.
Katie might of been independent, but she was stubborn, and, used to being ignored.
The only time Mr. John paid any attention to her, was when he was drunk and, beating her.
Mrs. Lisa would only come home long enough to take Mr. John out to eat.
They didn't really care what Katie did. She was only a source of income for them, as they received a large amount of money each month for taking care of her.
Katie didn't care much either, she didn't mind being alone.
She was alone all her life...
And, Damon was too, for the most part.
Maybe they needed each other more than they thought.
Katie would have a structured life and, Damon would have a responsibility.
An: Da, Da, Da. There it is, Katie's story is revealed... Well, partially anyways. Hope you liked the little twist and, I bet you weren't expecting it. This chapter didn't turn out very well, in my opinion, let me know what YOU think. Thanks, bitches.