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Chapter 5: Angel.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. There owned by The CW, CBS Studios and the companies that work with the network. Any dialogue and or story likeness is coincidental and not intended to offend anyone.

"Dad, how is it that now Damon has to keep me out of trouble? I am a good girl, if you didn't know." I asked him playfully as I walked into the room. Then I froze. He was paler than before, if that was even possible and his breathing came more labored. I rushed to his side and grabbed his hand. "Daddy what's wrong? Are you ok? I'm going to get a doctor." But as I was turning to leave he squeezed my hand to grab my attention. I looked down on him.

"No angel. I don't need a doctor. We need to talk." His voice was weaker in sound than before but his tone was as powerful as ever. I knew better than to argue with him, so I just nodded and silently took a seat on the chair next to the bed.

He looked at me playfully again and told me to sit in the bed with him, that he wasn't made out of paper. The way he looked, he might just happen to be made out of it.

"Angel, you know that you are the best thing that I ever had in my life, right?" I nodded and tears started to form in my eyes. Dad never talked like that and given the setting in which we currently found ourselves, I didn't like at all where this conversation was heading.

"You know that you are the love of my life. You know why I call you angel?" I shook my head. He had never actually told me why the endearment but he started to call me that the day I came into his life and I had liked it. It made me feel special and that was something that I need to feel.

"I call you that because to me you were a little angel that was sent to my doorstep on a cold and rainy day to shed some light on the grim life I had had after your mother, the love of my life, left me. Although I had never known about your existence before you came to me that day, meeting you gave me hope for the future. You made me want to be a better man, a better father for you. You are the best thing that I have ever done in my life and I will love you always." By this time both of us had tears running down our cheeks but neither of us wiped them away.

"Daddy, why are you telling me these things?" I was crying a little harder than I had when he started talking. Tears just kept going down my cheeks and I knew it would be worthless to try to stop them. My dad took his free, trembling hand and wiped them away, before new ones took their place and stroke my hair with the other hand. It was as if he was trying to memorize my features because he was afraid he would forget them.

"Angel, life is not easy, and you know that already. It's filled with injustices and hurt and pain. But you are strong, and you need to remember this always. You crawled out of a black hole when you were just 10 years old. You know that you can do anything that you set your mind to. You have beautiful dreams for your life, do all that you can to achieve them honestly and in good stance. Never cheat or hurt your way to the top, it is not worth it and it will end up hurting you more than it would hurt other people. No Klauser how scary life gets, don't let fear become a crutch, let it become a motivation to get past it and achieve whatever it is you are doing. Be happy, angel. Try to look for that happiness by being your true self and if you can try to look for that other person that will complete you." During all these words he had to stop multiple time to catch his breath.

"Angel, you have great friends and a surrogate family that loves you and sees you as their own. Cherish them. Love them. Trust them. Thank them. You will need them with you in life to get through the hard things and to celebrate the good ones. Don't push them away." He stopped then to take a hold of my chin and tilt it up so I would look into his eyes.

"Promise me that you will go after your dreams no Klauser what happens. Promise me that you will try to achieve happiness in whatever way it suits you. Promise me that you won't isolate yourself. Promise me that you will love people that truly love and cherish you. Promise me that you will not dwell in pain and move on. Will you promise me these things?" I was sobbing uncontrollably by this part and I was starting to feel too sad, too hurt, too angry.

"Daddy why are you doing this? Why are you saying goodbye? Everything is going to be fine, you ARE going to be fine!" I was shaking and he just pulled me a little bit and I gently let myself fall into his awaiting arms.

"Will you promise me?" He asked me as he slowly caressed my arms up and down while he let me cry in his chest. I looked up and in between my tearful eyes I looked him and told him sincerely, "I promise. I love you daddy. More than anyone in the world." I hugged him and I tried to put all the love I felt for him in that simple gesture. He hugged me back, with strength that I don't know where it came from.

"I love you to angel, always and forever." We stayed like that until I heard the monitor sound start to change and then a flat line

"NO, NO, NO! DADDY! DADDY, COME BACK! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU PROMISED ME WHEN I CAME HOME THE FIRST TIME THAT YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU TOLD ME THAT PEOPLE DON'T BREAK PROMISES SO DON'T BREAK YOURS! DADDY I LOVE YOU, DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!" I sobbed and screamed.

I guess that the nurses and the doctors heard me screaming because I saw nurses and doctors rush into the room with equipment and started to poke my dad. A pair of strong arms caught me by the waist and started to pull me out of the room. I was fighting the person, not because of my trauma, I actually didn't think about that for one second, but because I needed to stay with my dad.

When we got to the waiting room and the person that was trying to keep me from my dad whispered in my ear: "Hun calm down, its going to be alright. I'm here with you, you are not alone and we will get through this together."

I turned around to see Damon with a sad expression and a comforting look. I guess he heard me screaming and came in to try to calm me down. I just couldn't hold myself any longer. My knees gave out and he gently placed me on the floor while still holding me. I started to sob and turned to bury my face on his chest and put my arms around his waist. He shifted himself gently so that he could hold me better.

I cried for a long time as I felt him rub gentle circles in my back, while whispering that we would get through this together. I could also see that after a while the doctors came out and nodded a solemn yes to the unasked question of my father's death. Damon kept holding me and soothing me while his head rested on top of mine. I don't think he knows that holding me was what I needed him to do, that he made me feel safe.

Even though my heart was completely broken, I somehow knew that my dad would be with me in spirit and that everything would be alright in the future. But right now, my world had crashed and disappeared just like the life had gone away from my dad. We stayed like that for God only knows how much time, and I will never tell him that I could feel the tears that he was quietly shedding for my dad fall on top of my head, our sadness mixing into one.

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