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He wondered if that was a survival skill she picked up at her Foster Home, making herself scarce so she'd go unnoticed and, hopefully not be the target of Mr. John's rage. It wasn't clear exactly what kind of abuse she entailed and, he wondered if it was just physical or if she was ever sexually molested.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to think about anything else and, thankfully the front door opening pulled him away from his thoughts, "Damon?" Elena called out, walking into the parlor room where he was currently standing.

Relief flooded through him when he saw the many shopping bags in Elena's hands, hopefully he'd never have to take Katie shopping himself. "Where's Katie?" She asked.

"Katie!" Damon yelled, and, she zoomed down the stairs, using her vampire ability of speed.

"What?" She asked, smiling when she noticed Elena.

"Elena brought you some clothes. Look though them and, see if they'll fit." He instructed, and, Elena dropped the bags onto the hardwood floor.

Katie sat down on her knees and, began sorting through the clothes, organizing everything into neat piles by the article of clothing it was. "Thanks 'Lena." Katie said, after she'd sorted all the clothes and, had five nice-neat piles.

"You're welcome."

Damon rolled his eyes and, looked expectantly at Elena, "How much do I owe you?"

"It's my pleasure Damon. Katie's a sweet little girl, and, I don't mind helping out with her."

Katie huffed and, muttered, "'M not a little girl."

Damon scoffed, "Didn't we have this discussion last night?"

She shrugged and, stood up. "Katie?" Elena asked.

"What?"

"How did you manage to get blood at your Foster House?"

Katie cringed, "I'd rather not talk about it... If that's okay." She glanced at Damon and, he nodded.

"You don't have to tell anyone anything that you aren't comfortable with," He managed to say, trying to sound as gentle yet firm as possible.

Relieved, Katie nodded and, her eyes lit up as she remembered something important, "I haven't had any blood this week. Do you have some?"

Damon scoffed. "There's blood bags in the fridge."

Katie ran off to the kitchen to get her weekly dose of blood, and, Elena glared at Damon. "What?" He asked, annoyed at her questioning look.

"You should pay more attention to her. She's never had any sort of guidelines and, pretty much did whatever she wanted. Don't let her spend all her time in her room."

Damon took a big breath in, "She's eleven. I don't need to babysit her every second of every day."

"It's not called babysitting, it's called parenting," Elena explained, glancing to make sure Katie was still in the kitchen.

"Have you heard from Stefan?" Damon asked, changing the subject.

"He's still getting over his new found claustrophobia." Damon replied, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"He spend the summer locked in a safe in the middle of the ocean!" Elena snapped, her voice louder than she wanted it to be.

Katie walked back into the parlor room, holding a blood bag in her right hand and, an apple in her left.

"I found an apple." She announced, making sure Damon didn't mind that she'd helped herself to a piece of fruit, which he didn't, "Who's Stefan?"

Elena awkwardly faked a smile and, said, "Well, I think it's time I get going. Let me know if you need anything. Bye Katie." She called over her shoulder, walking out the door.

Damon didn't answer Katie's question and, started to walk off. "Who's Stefan?" She repeated, following after him.

He groaned, annoyed after his conversation with Elena, "Stefan's my brother." He ground out, grabbing a bottle of scotch and, a glass to pour it in.

Katie continued her questioning, "Where is he?"

"I don't know," Damon answered, getting fed up already with Katie's new found voice box.

He wished she'd go back to her room and, let him have some God damned space. "Don't you have something to draw?"

She rolled her eyes and, shrugged, "I finished my drawing and, I'm bored. Can I go outside?"

Back at Ms. Lisa's and, Mr. John's, she spent a lot of time outside, when she wasn't holed up in her room, and, she missed the fresh air. "Absolutely not."

"Why?" She whined, not understanding why she had to stay inside the rest of the day, even at her hell of a Foster Home she got to go outside.

"Because I said so. And, stop whining." He snapped, losing his patience.

His tone didn't phase Katie as she'd been yelled at pretty much her whole life, "You're a,-"

He cut her off. "Think very carefully before you say anything," He warned, his voice menacing.

Katie flushed and, rocked back and, forth on her heels, mad that she'd been shut down and, not been able to do anything about it. When she didn't say anything, Damon smirked, "Good girl."

"Dick." She mumbled, stomping off and, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. Everything in her life had changed in a matter of three days and, she could hardly keep up with all the new rules and, regulations.

Damon had enough and, swatted her butt three times, "I'd advise you not to get yourself into more trouble than you can handle."

Katie squirmed and, her cheeks were red hot, "Okay," She managed to choke out.

"Good. Look around, you'll find something to do," He suggested, referring to the numerous books and, deck of cards stashed somewhere.

She nodded and, quickly scurried off, wanting to be as far away for Damon as possible, as she'd just seen how much his hand alone hurt her poor butt.

Damon let out a long breath of air and, chucked his glass of bourbon at the fireplace, sinking down onto the plush couch that stood in front of it.

Why'd Katherine have to dump him with a kid... He wished for nothing more than for Stefan to get home.

And, just as he was about to go out and, kill some random human, the front door swung open and, in came Stefan.

"I've never been happier to see you."

"Why?" Stefan asked, taking in Damon's overwhelmed expression.

"Katie!" He hollered.

Trying to be good for the sake of her butt, she slowly came into the parlor and, asked, "What?"

"This is Stefan. Stefan, meet Katie. Hanna's daughter." Damon said, before disappearing and, leaving Stefan alone with the now confused eleven year old.

"Great." Stefan muttered, running a hand through his hair and, thinking about all the ways he was going to kill Damon.

An: So, Stefan is stuck with Katie and, Damon's out doing God knows what... Oh wait, I know! Here's a secret; He's trying to find Katherine so he can rip her heart out. Please let me know what to do next, I'm kind of stuck! Otherwise, it may be a while before the next update. Thanks, everyone. (: