AN: Finally, after all the waiting, here is the final chapter of Unexpected Visitor! Enjoy.

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Unexpected Visitor

Epilogue

Alliana's pov

I stared at myself in the mirror fully appreciating my sweet sixteen dress. The blue fabric hugged my curves like a second skin. This shade of blue emphasized my ocean blue eyes perfectly. I looked pretty, even if I did say so myself. My parents complimented me often ensuring my self-confidence. They loved me unconditionally and still made me feel like the most special girl in the world.

I realized just how lucky I was to have been born into such an amazing family. My father was overprotective and much too strict for my taste, but he was also my very best friend. He's been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Although he hated the fact that I was growing up, he gave me space to develop my personality and embrace womanhood. He never tried holding me back, instead he was always encouraging me to spread my wings, even though deep down he wished for me to remain his little sweetheart.

My mom, now in her early forties, is still as good looking as she used to be judging by the many pictures that covered the walls of our house. She was fun to hang around with, even if she was my mother. We had a very close bond. I could talk to her about anything. Mom was an expert listener, often giving me good advice. Of course, I didn't always follow it.

Come on! I'm not a dull person. I actually enjoyed revealing my rebellious side from time to time, but I never crossed the line. My parents trusted me and I would not break that special bond. I might be stubborn and perhaps a bit arrogant, but I'm not stupid. I live in freedom and aside from the small tasks my parents ask me to do in the household, I pretty much live like a pampered princess. Maintaining their trust in me was of utmost importance because it meant they would keep providing me with all this amazingness.

I'm sixteen years old for Christ sake, I'm allowed to have some fun and enjoy life. I can't help that I'm the only one at school that has cool parents. My friend Madison is jealous as hell because her parents just aren't that awesome. She wished her dad was a rock star like mine, one that spoiled her rotten and loved her more than anything in the whole world.

I'll admit, being Damon Salvatore's daughter had its advantages. He was in his mid 40's and his good looks were the stuff of legend in and around Mystic Falls. He now owned three restaurants. His cooking skills were beyond compare. Soon word of mouth had people coming far and wide to taste the food in his restaurant. People raved about his prowess in the kitchen and before long he was able to open two more restaurants. I know, I know, my dad rocks. I'm so proud of him. How could my mom not fall in love with him, all the women do! You should see how pea green with envy all the girls at my school are. They all gawk at him with lust filled eyes. Honestly, I just don't get it! Please, he's old! My Dad has been married for nearly ten years, they should be ogling guys their own age.

They're fools if they think they'd ever stand a chance against my mom. My parents, it seems to me, are the perfect couple. They're so in love, it's like watching an old romantic movie playing out in real life. They rarely fight and still make googly eyes at each other. Yuck! Seriously, it's disgusting! You like watching your parents make out on the couch while you're watching TV? Ugh vomit!

It's unbelievable and probably not even healthy the way they still act like lovesick teenagers around each other. Only a few weeks ago I caught them sneaking away from a family party to run off into the backyard. I didn't follow them. Honestly, seeing them making out is bad enough. I don't want to actually walk in on them when they're doing that!

I still remember the horrified look on my brother's face when he came running downstairs, screaming, after he caught my parents showering together. We grew up in the boarding house. The mansion is actually split in two now. Uncle Stefan and aunt Caroline live in one part and our family lives in the other. There are two bathrooms in our wing. My sister and I share one while the other one is shared by our parents and my two brothers. We're lucky! We don't have to share our space with mom and dad.

I wasn't even one year old when my brother Vince was born. He was a little accident too, just like me. You'd think Mom and Dad would've gotten a clue after one oops! According to Aunt Caroline, my parents were planning their wedding when mom discovered she was pregnant again! After that, they decided to wait to get married until they stopped making more babies. My mom desperately wanted her daughters to be bridesmaids, eventually that wish came true.

Seriously, those pictures are definitely my favorites. I looked adorable in my pink little dress with my long dark curls cascading over my shoulders. Even as a kid, I got compliments on how beautiful I was. It's these amazing genes I was clearly blessed with.

"Auntie Caroline, you are hurting me!" I exclaimed while my aunt was brushing my hair. I was getting mad and it was boring having to sit still in this stupid chair. I was pouting but auntie had to make sure I looked pretty in my pink dress. When she finished, I was sure that I was the most beautiful bridesmaid of the WHOLE world.

She first used this very hot stick to make my hair all curly. It was called a 'curling iron' or something like that. I don't remember for sure because I really wasn't paying much attention to her ramblings. My mommy insisted that she let me watch the Disney Channel while she worked her magic on me. Mommy convinced auntie Caroline that it would be much easier if I could watch cartoons while she made me all pretty.

I don't know why she would say that! According to auntie Caroline, playing with Barbie dolls wasn't a good idea when someone is pulling your hair. I was really getting mad, she kept hurting me!

"Sit still, baby girl. I'm almost done," I heard my aunt say. I was already plotting my escape route. With all the power I could muster, I jumped up and ran across the room to hightail it out of there as soon as possible. She could do my baby sister's hair now, mine looked beautiful enough.

"Alliana Miranda Salvatore! I wasn't finished!" auntie Caroline screamed using her high pitched voice. Honestly, my head hurts enough from her tugging on my hair without having to listen to her yelling too. My daddy always says she's an annoying blonde 'bimo' or something like that.

"Give it up, Caroline. She already sat still for almost ten minutes, you should be grateful. She usually runs away when I start brushing her hair too. She's as impatient as her father," I heard my mommy say to auntie Caroline. They always talk to each other like I'm not even in the room. I'm already a whole five years old! Sometimes they insist on treating me like a baby even though I'm the big sister!

"Elena, seriously, I don't understand how you can stay so calm. It's your wedding day for God's sake. None of your children are ready. Ally keeps running around and ruining her hair, Vince has a puncture in his pants from playing football outside and the twins still need to have a bath. I need to start dressing them!" auntie Caroline yelled. Man, I actually had to put my hands over my hurting ears.

"Don't worry about it, Caroline. They will look beautiful, no matter what they wear. Vince is the spitting image of his father, how could he ever look bad? The twins are only six months old, everyone thinks babies are cute and Ally, well, she's Ally. The entire town knows she has entirely too much energy for her own good."

While mommy was talking to my aunt, I tried to find a way to sneak out of the room without them noticing. Today my mommy and daddy are getting married. I don't really know what that means. Auntie Caroline said it's only for people who love each very much. People who marry want to stay together forever she stated. I thought my mommy and daddy already loved each other, very, very much. But, I guess it doesn't really matter if they 'marry' so long as they do stay together forever and ever. I asked auntie Caroline if they would 'divose' if they didn't marry, like my friend Madison's parents did. She assured me that my parents had a love that "consumed them" whatever that means!

Her parents each live in a different house. Madison has to live with her mommy one week and the next she has to live with her daddy. I think it's weird. Why would your parents not live in the same house? Auntie Caroline said if two people don't love each other anymore they can live in separate houses if they want. I hope my parents never 'divose'. I wouldn't like it at all if my mommy and daddy didn't love each other or if they didn't live together.

When I finally got away, I found a few of my mommy's friends standing over the crib of my baby brother and sister. I didn't like the way they kept talking to those little babies. I was a whole five years old, they all used to play with me. They only play with the twins now and I wasn't at all happy about that.

I ran towards one of the women that was wearing a blue skirt and pulled at it, but she wouldn't even look at me. They were too busy playing with the babies. Everyone seemed to be more interested in my baby brother and sister, it wasn't fair!

Deciding I needed some attention, I searched for one of my brother's footballs and started to throw it around the room. One hit the lady in the blue skirt. I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. Her face turned red and she started yelling at me. She gave me a scary look then ran after me. I didn't like it when people looked at me with creepy faces. Tears started to pool in my eyes as I tried to run away from the lady. I was sobbing softly when my daddy suddenly showed up and pulled me in his arms.

He held me protectively and I rested my face in the crook of his neck. I was now safely cloaked in the security of his arms. My daddy always came to my rescue when something bad happened. "Ally, why did you throw a ball at Ms. Carol's face?" he questioned while I wrapped my arms firmly around him. I looked down, not liking it when he was sad because of something I did wrong.

"Will you say sorry?" he added, putting a finger under my chin so I had to look up into his blue eyes that mirrored mine. I nodded and pouted a little, knowing my daddy would start smiling if I put on my angel face.

It worked. He laughed before putting me down again. Daddy nudged me towards the woman in the blue skirt. She still looked mad, but her red cheeks had cooled down a little. "Sorry," I mumbled before running away again. I didn't like her. She was a 'bich' or whatever the word was my daddy used when he met an annoying person

I could still remember how boring the ceremony was, I had to stand still the entire time. It was torture to a little kid. If memory serves, Auntie Caroline had to come and find me at least three times when I decided to disappear. I was a handful as a child because I always wanted to be the center of attention. I got jealous when people played with or fawned over my brothers and sister.

My brother Vince and I always conspired against the twins. They were the youngest. Much to our dismay, they got entirely too much attention. We'd always hear things like, "look how cute the twins are or aren't they precious." It was just too much. Vince is second only to my dad in the best friend department. We've been tight our whole lives. We look so much alike. Both of us inherited Dad's raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. Mom says we're both the spitting image of Daddy.

Jada and Aaden are four years younger than me. Both have my mom's chocolate brown hair and toffee colored eyes. They're inseparable and they just love teasing me. I'm the oldest kid in the family. It was me who told my Dad that we were going to have another addition to our family. When my mom was positive she was having another baby, she'd handed me the pregnancy test, telling me to go give it to my father. His knees wobbled a little when I told him I was going to have another baby brother or sister. Dad says we won the lottery getting one of each.

From what I remembered, he had been ecstatic, wobbly knees and all. Dad loved his children immeasurably and wanted to have a big family. We went on lots of family trips together. Gosh, I really hated sharing my parents attention when I was little. Sometimes, I think I still do. I've always felt special being my daddy's little princess.

"Ally! Are you almost done? Your aunt Jenna, uncle Ric and Stephanie have arrived!" my mom screamed from downstairs. Today was my sixteenth birthday party. I would have to sit through a family dinner with aunt Jenna, aunt Caroline, uncle Ric, uncle Stefan and my cousin Stephanie before we could leave for the real party.

Stephanie and I had planned the most outstanding beach party ever. The party will be at the little cabin my parents used to go to. All of our friends will be coming. It was the party of the year. Dad made arrangements for a bus to transport us ensuring our safe arrival at the cabin's location. I was queen bee at school as well as the most popular cheerleader on the squad. Skipping school wasn't an option, I wasn't stupid, my grades were always excellent.

I wanted to go to college to become a lawyer. Everyone always told me I was entirely too noisy for my own good. Debating was something I became really good at, I was a pitbull when provoked. Dad says my stubborn gene, inherited from mom he insisted, was the reason I had yet to lose a battle. I suspect I'll be able to finish school without too many issues popping up. Stephanie was the only one of my friends that I ever confided in regarding my career aspirations.

I knew if I told Madison, she'd just blab all my secrets to the rest of the school. She was a nice person and I loved hanging out with her, but she just doesn't know how to shut it. My boyfriend was the typical jock and mister popular at school. Everyone thought we were the dream couple. Although I doubted that was true.

My mom always told me she felt this certain spark whenever she kissed my dad, stating it was like her entire world was lightened and turned upside down. I didn't feel any of that when I was around Chase. He's a good looking guy… okay, hot as hell, and he knew it! I loved him. Lately though, I'd been having lingering thoughts as to whether I really was in love with him or whether it was his friendship that I loved more.

That reminds me of the first time I went out with Chase, my dad was freaking out. Vince had been on his first date only a few weeks before me. My father had been really happy to see his boy growing up. When I told him I wanted to go to the movies with my boyfriend, he went ballistic! He had no idea I actually had a boyfriend. Dad almost went postal, threatening to castrate Chase if he harmed me in any way. Talk about being melodramatic! His overprotectiveness was really kind of cute at times. I've always loved being daddy's girl!

"Dad, I've been wanting to ask you something," I said cautiously, knowing my father would probably blow a gasket when he heard my question. In his eyes I was still his little girl, not the teenager standing before him hesitant to ask him my question.

"What's wrong, princess?" he questioned sighing, knowing from my tone it wasn't something he was going to be happy about. He knew me too damn well! Sometimes he could read me like a laid open book. It was really annoying at times how well he knew me!

"I would like to go to the movies with my boyfriend tonight," I choked out, my eyes focused on the floor. I didn't dare to look up, afraid to see the anger reflected in my father's eyes. I knew he wouldn't like me going out with a guy, certainly not one I referred to as a boyfriend.

"What?" he yelled, shaking his head furiously. "Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend!" He was screaming so loudly that I was certain the entire neighborhood could hear him. I prayed my mom would come to my rescue and talk to him.

"Honey, she's fifteen years old, I'm sure you did a whole of a lot more at her age," my mom interrupted just as I had hoped. She always knew how to calm my dad when he was acting stupidly. He was overprotective enough as it was, I didn't want him to forbid me from going out with my boyfriend. Chase and I had been dating for a few weeks now, this would be our first real date as a couple.

We'd hung out at his place a few times, though my parents didn't know. I always told them I was hanging out at Madison's place. In reality, I spent this time with Chase. It hadn't taken long before my mom started to notice a change in my behavior and asked me if I was crushing on someone. Eventually I decided to tell her the truth, knowing she wouldn't tell my dad if I didn't want her to.

"It doesn't matter what I did when I was her age, Elena. That boy is going to take advantage of her, mark my words!" dad exclaimed.

He rarely called my mom by her first name. The only time he didn't say sweet things to her was when he was really mad.

"Damon, be realistic. You have never met Chase, how can you be so sure he's going to take advantage of our daughter?" mom questioned, placing her hands on her hips and staring at my father intently. I immediately noticed the moment he gave in and let out a frustrated sigh.

"So Chase, huh?" he asked, turning around to face me. "Please tell me he's not some popular jock that's going to do everything in his power to get you into his bed," he added, his sad eyes staring into mine. I wanted to tell him I wasn't stupid enough to sleep with the first guy that was interested in me, but I knew I couldn't. Chase and I already started fooling around a little. Our kisses seemed to raise the temperature in the room and his caresses, oh my!

I really wanted to reassure my dad that my innocence would stay intact until marriage, but who was I kidding? I planned to wait a little while longer but I didn't know how long I'd be able to say no. Giving up my virginity was a very big deal but I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

"He's a decent guy, dad. He treats me like a princess," I told him instead. It wasn't a lie. Chase was a real gentleman and did treat me very well. He had a few irritating traits, but who doesn't?

My father let out another sigh and shook his head. "I suppose I can't stop you from going on a date, but please, be careful will you? I don't want to see you getting hurt, least of all by some horny teenager."

"Dad!" I exclaimed, giving him my best 'What the hell' look. He could be so blunt sometimes.

"It's true, sweetie. Guys your age are interested in nothing but sex," he went on, making my face turn bright red. "I was that guy once, I know!" Was he seriously going to have THE talk with me? He probably forgot that my mom already talked to me about the same subject, years ago!

"That's your father's way of telling you he was a real man whore during his teen years," my mom quipped, making me grin while my father's face turned pale. He flashed my mother a dirty look before continuing his speech.

"Ignore your mother, she thinks she's being funny," he stated seriously and I smiled at my mom. "If that boy ever tries anything, you'll tell me right? I'll chop his balls off and make sure he can't ever touch another girl!" "Don't doubt me!"

That won't be necessary, but I appreciate the your concern, daddy." I smirked, rolling my eyes. He was a great dad, but sometimes he could exaggerate a whole lot.

Before Chase could take me to the movies, he'd first had to go through my father and listen to his scary threats. I'd been afraid he'd scare Chase off so he wouldn't dare take me on a date. He turned out to be tougher than I thought, simply listening to my father and promising him he'd take good care of me.

He'd kept his promise that night and we had a wonderful date. We walked hand in hand, shared a popcorn bowl and kissed in the back of the cinema. It was utterly perfect and from that night forward we had been inseparable. Although that changed a few weeks ago, I don't know why, but I have this feeling we're growing apart. We're no longer that happy in love couple. I just hope my sixteenth birthday party tonight will change that.

"There you are," my mom sighed, when I finally came downstairs. I twirled around to show off my dress and she laughed, telling me I looked pretty. She was beaming with pride as she pulled me into a hug. I quickly hugged her back before pulling away, you can't blame a sixteen year old for not wanting to embrace her mother like a little girl would.

"You're getting so big," she told me, her eyes slightly teary.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, shaking my head. "Don't be silly and stop crying!" I loved her to death, but sometimes my mother could be pretty annoying. I hated it when she started her waterworks. I didn't understand the need for tears when she was proud of me. Why would being proud of me always make her start weeping? Parents!

"You look beautiful, princess," my dad told me when he walked into the hallway looking for his girls. Apparently our guests were getting anxious to see me in my sweet sixteen dress. When I walked into the kitchen, Stephanie immediately jumped up from her chair and threw her arms around me. She praised my look, giving me high fives, telling me that Chase was going to melt into a puddle when he laid eyes on me.

My father quickly cleared his throat to remind me he was there. Not wanting to hear about my escapades with boys, he was already fuming because he knew Chase would join the beach party. It was inevitable, of course, he would've been so much happier if Chase had decided to sit this one out. Dad didn't want me anywhere near a cabin full of bedrooms with guys thrown in the mix.

"You look breathtaking, Ally. The dress is beautiful, it reminds me a lot of your first day of school," aunt Jenna remarked, recalling old memories.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" I questioned confused when my parents dropped me off at school. I didn't like it when my mommy was feeling sad. It was my first day at school and I couldn't wait to see all the new toys. Daddy had told me they even had a sandpit in the playground! How cool is that?

"Mommy is just feeling very proud because her little girl is starting school," my daddy told me before picking me up and hugging me close to his chest. I gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and started giggling, making mommy laugh as well.

"You're adorable," she whispered softly before putting her arms around daddy and me. I couldn't help but smile. My brothers and sister were still at home while I was big enough to go to school and my parents were very happy. I had their attention all to myself.

Usually I had to share their attention with my other siblings, but today was all about me. Mommy had helped me prepare my school bag while daddy baked us all pancakes. Chocolate chips pancakes were my favorite!

"School's about to start," daddy said, before pointing at a blonde lady in a yellow dress. "That's Sophie, she'll be your teacher," he added, giving me one last kiss before putting me down.

"Bye mommy, bye daddy!" I yelled, before making a little jump and running towards Sophie. Some little babies around me were crying and I looked at them in disgust. Why where they crying? How stupid! We were finally old enough to go to school! I didn't get the tears.

"I love you, baby!" I heard my mother scream at top of her lungs, her eyes were still teary and I wanted to go over and give her a hug. Mommy always told me that hugs make the tears go away and make you feel happy.

"Love you too, mommy!" I yelled back, waving at my parents before walking through the school gate. Today was my first day as a big girl. I couldn't wait to go home and tell my mommy all about the things I did.

"Happy birthday, Alliana," Stefan told me, once aunt Jenna finally pulled back from our hug. He was my godfather and spoiled me rotten, just like my dad did. Caroline and he hadn't had much luck trying to have children, so they just spoiled the four of us instead. They were great. We all loved living with them. Every time my dad was being ridiculous, I'd go over to their part of the house and hang out with my uncle.

"Thanks, buddy!" I told him before doing our move. My dad gave me a weird look and I just rolled my eyes. He didn't get my special bond with uncle Stefan and our crazy friendship.

"I have a surprise coming up, my lady," he told me smiling, before signaling aunt Caroline to come closer and show me my gift.

When she pulled a pair of car keys out of her pocket, I gave them a confused look. "Go look outside," uncle Stefan winked before throwing me the keys. I ran as fast as I could and let out a shriek when I saw a crimson red mini cooper parked in our drive lane.

"Oh my gosh, you are the best!" I gushed, jumping up and down before walking closer to my new car.

"Stefan, what the hell? You bought her a fucking car!" I heard my dad scream. He was clearly unhappy about the fact that my uncle bought me such a great present. "She doesn't even have her license!"

"Calm down, will you?" my uncle stated with annoyance. "She kept telling me how much she liked red Mini Coopers so I thought I'd buy her one. I'll even teach her how to drive," he suggested as my dad's face grew even redder. He was almost as red as a tomato now.

"You've done more than enough already, if anyone teaches her how to drive safely, it'll be me. Are you crazy or something? Are you going to buy me a car if I ask for a fucking Ferrari?" dad exclaimed. I hadn't thought he'd make such a big deal out of it. I guess he doesn't like the thought of me driving a car, but still, he was being overly dramatic as usual.

"Damon," I heard my mom whisper, she gave him a worried glance and he rolled his eyes at her. I hated when they fought about something that included me, certainly not when I was in the same room.

"Elena, you can't possible think it's a good idea for Ally to drive a freaking car!" he stated angrily, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I didn't say it was a smart move for Stefan to buy her a fancy car before she even has her license, but she's sixteen now. You should teach her how to drive. She has to learn to be responsible and by teaching her how to drive, she'll be more independent," my mom carefully explained, eyeing my dad closely.

"I agree with Elena on this one," Ric said, nodding at my mom. I snorted at them, were they seriously discussing whether or not it was a good idea for me to learn how to drive? It was my freaking birthday, they should be partying instead of fighting.

After checking out my new baby, I walked back inside, annoyed as hell with my father's behavior. Couldn't he for once trust me and support me instead of acting like I was still a toddler? Earlier when I was getting dressed, I kept thinking about how amazing he was, but I was seriously reconsidering my previous opinion.

"Ally, can I talk to you for a sec?" I heard my dad ask when I stepped inside. I nodded before following him to the living room. Everyone went back to the kitchen. He pointed at me to sit down on the couch. I complied, knowing it wasn't a good idea to argue with him at this moment.

"I don't want you to feel like I don't trust you, princess. I simply don't want anything to happen to you, you understand that, right? Driving a car is a huge responsibility. It's not something to take lightly," he told me, while sitting down on the couch across from me.

I looked him in the eye and shook my head, "Dad, can't you for once be supportive of me instead of always worrying about what might happen? I know you're trying to be a good father, but you're pushing me away! You fuss over me way too much sometimes," I answered, avoiding his gaze.

"Yes, I'm overprotective, that's my job!" he laughed. "Baby girl, I simply couldn't bear it if anything were to happen to you. You're my little angel, you know that right? Without you, me and your mother would still be trying to figure out whether or not we wanted a life together."

"Can't we just forget this happened and go back to the party? I'd really like to enjoy my evening. I don't want to fight on my birthday." I whispered softly, looking down at my feet. I felt bad for lashing out on him, but I simply couldn't stand anymore of his possessive nature today.

When he nodded, I stood up and walked over to him, sitting down on his lap. I pulled him into a big bear hug. It had been years since the last time I'd done this, but it felt right to be in my daddy's arms. I couldn't deny that it felt good to remember how it felt to be his little girl again as I snuggled into his chest. He chuckled and quickly responded by kissing my temple like he used to do when he tucked me into bed at night.

"I love you, dad," I whispered, secretly cringing for saying those words out loud. Darn, I should've kept my mouth shut! I didn't openly talk about my feelings very often.

"I love you too, princess," he told me before we both stood up and rejoined the party. The rest of the evening went by without any more trouble. After the dinner party, I was able to hop onto the bus and go to the beach house with my friends. I waved at my parents before sitting down next to Sophie in the crowded vehicle. Woo hoo, it was going to be one hell of a night!

Tada! We have reached the end of one of my favorite stories to write. It has been one hell of a ride and I want to thank every single one of you that has supported me. Your reviews fueled my muse and kept me excited to keep writing. I wouldn't have been able to write this story without all you amazing people. There are two people, I simply have to thank personally, my wonderful beta Carol and pre-reader Mirna. Thank you for all the hard work.

I hope you all enjoyed the epilogue. I took a risk, I've never written a single chapter in the first person, but I just felt like writing Ally's POV. I wanted to show you how their life looks like, sixteen years after the former chapter.

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