The Father Never Known

Summary: Damon returns home from feeding and finds something in his house that he'd never thought he would see. A child.

Chapter 1

Damon's POV

My smoldering darkened eyes watched with amusement as the woman before me pleaded with her life, telling me I could take whatever I wanted but to leave her alone. Silly human. An evil grin warped my demonic features, making my expression more terrifying as my fangs throbbed harshly against my gums, begging to rip open the sensitive skin and drain her of the mouth watering blood that flowed through her veins, giving her life. A dark chuckle spilled from my lips as I cocked my head at the woman, giving her a villainous smile. Her screams rang through the air as her high heels clicked repeatedly over the chalky sidewalk. I watched her run from me in amusement, doing a mental countdown in my head before my true form starts to reveal itself. Dark, webbed veins crawled across my face as my fangs erupted from the pink flesh that kept them hidden from view. In a flash, I had the woman by the throat and effortlessly I lifted her off the ground, malice burning in the pit of my stomach as my darkened eyes alight with sheer glee at what I'm about to do. The woman is begging for me to stop but her cries fall on death ears as I yank her towards me suddenly. The feel of her heartbeat beating furiously in her chest only made my hunger grow even more as my fangs graze the fragile skin that kept the blood trapped inside. A viscous snarl ripped past my lips as I tore into her neck, drinking from her greedily. The red life ran down her arm and dripped off onto the pavement as I drink my fill. I smirk with satisfaction as the heartbeat is no longer drumming in my ears and carelessly drop the body to the ground, eyeing it with a cold expression. I lick my lips slowly, feeling the familiar burning in my throat die down to nothing as I turn on my heel and head back towards the boarding house.

(No one's POV)

The door to the boarding house swung open as Damon made his way inside, full from a day's worth of hunting. He threw his bloody jacket on the floor, slamming the door behind him as he walked through the foyer and into the living room, intent on having a nice glass of bourbon to go with the large amounts of blood. He soon froze in his tracks when he came face to face with a child, no more than two years old, sitting on HIS couch, his favorite couch. The tiny child looked up at him with her bright sapphire eyes, a smile taking shape on her chubby little face as she happily exclaimed, "Daddy!"

Shock flooded through Damon at her words. Surely she didn't mean him, now did she? He shook his head angrily, the thought of his brother pulling something like this sprung into his mind. I bet Stefan is trying to get me to "feel" and be "human" again. Damon laughed bitterly in his mind as he slowly approached the child, speaking in a dark and chilled voice. "Little girl, I don't know how you got here, but I think you better leave right now before things get very unpleasant for you."

Damon watched with slight amusement as the little girl slid off the couch, a grin covering his features. Smart kid. I might actually let this one live. He thought bitterly to himself as he started to walk away, but froze when he felt something attach to his leg, as well as a tiny voice float up to his ears. "Mwe miss yew Dadda." The little girl smiled widely up at him from her position on his leg, her pudgy little arms clinging tightly to him as Damon resisted the urge to kick her into a wall. A low growl rumbled in his chest as the child once again referred to him as her dad. He didn't know who was behind this, but whoever it was that brought this child here was going to pay dearly.

Slowly, he crouched down to the little girl's level after yanking her from his leg, his smoldering blue hues glaring sharply at the tiny child that invaded his home. "Why do you keep calling me that? I am not your daddy! I don't even like kids. I hate kids."

The tiny child stared back in complete confusion, not understanding what Damon was saying to her, only knowing that her daddy was acting very weird today. Her small eyes trailed down to her locket that hung around her neck, something in her mind telling her to show Damon the locket. Gently, she grabbed the locket with her tiny fist and held it infront of Damon, trying to get him to see. "Wook Dada."

Anger seared through Damon's veins like wildfire as the kid still didn't try to leave. Instead, it wanted to show him something that he had zero interest in looking at. He could feel his fangs throbbing against his gums in pure irritation at the same time curiosity burned through him. Sighing out angrily, Damon jerked open the locket in the child's hand, his crystal blue orbs widening in surprise at the picture inside. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no way that this could be right.

Inside, the locket held a family picture of himself, Elena, and that annoying little girl who kept calling him Daddy.