Title: Tear Away

Pairing: Damon/OC (Eventually)

Rating: T (Subject to change lol)

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D …you laugh like I'm kidding…

Summary: Alaric found that he supposedly has a shy 16 year old daughter, though Stefan suspects she's under compulsion, and Elena feels an incredible pull towards her. Who sent her? Why? And most of all – why does she seem so different around Damon?

From the Song: Tear Away by: Drowning Pool

Song Lyrics: "…Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay. You run away faster and faster you can't seem to get away…Do I really want this? Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go…"

"I really think we need to talk to Isobel," Alaric said reluctantly. "Maybe she can help us with finding Katherine."

Alaric, Stefan and Elena sat in the Mystic Grill talking about Katherine's lack of appearance lately. Damon ignored them and sat at the bar.

"I don't think that-" Elena began to shake her head before Stefan interrupted her.

"We wouldn't even know where to find her."

Elena nodded. "And how do we even know she knows where Katherine is?"

"She can be very unpredictable." Stefan agreed. "There's almost no chance we'll find her."

Damon rolled his eyes. They were wasting their time. So what if the bitch wasn't making herself known right now? She'd be back soon and everything would be back to "normal."

"Bourbon." He said to the bartender.

Alaric shook his head. "I just-"

"Daddy?" the three of them turned to see a tall girl with light blonde hair with red and black streaks run up to Alaric. "Dad!" She hugged him tightly and Stefan and Elena looked at Alaric in shock, but he seemed just as surprised.

"What? I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

She pulled back and her lips pulled into a small pout. "No I didn't. Alaric Saltzman, history teacher. You're my dad." She grinned.

Alaric looked her over, her long natural light blonde hair, her pale skin, her green eyes, her silver lip ring, brown eye shadow, black tank top under a denim jacket, ripped jeans with white tennis shoes, her sparkly black nail polish and back to her smiling face.

"I-" He really didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry. I don't-"

The girl looked at him in shock. "You don't…what?"

"I don't think I'm your dad."

"Yes, you are." She argued. "Here," She pulled out a picture from her pocket and handed it to him. It was him, alright.

"I-" Alaric looked at Stefan for help, but he was studying this girl.

"Hey," He said to her. She looked over at him. "How old are you?"

"16." She answered automatically.

"Where are you from?"

"Virginia." She said in the same tone.

Elena looked at Stefan confused, wondered what he was doing.

"What's your name?"

"Aimee."

Understanding came to Stefan's eyes and he looked at both Alaric and Elena. "She's under compulsion.

"What?" Elena stood up and looked at the girl.

For the first time, Aimee seemed to notice Elena and she stared at her. "You…" She shook her head. "Sorry." She smiled. "I space out every now and then." She nervously looked down.

Stefan looked at her confused. "It doesn't seem to be…full compulsion – only if you say specific things. Otherwise her mind is her own."

"That's a good thing, right?" Elena asked.

He shook his head. "We don't know what triggers it and she may be compelled not to leave."

"Who are you guys talking about?" Aimee asked.

They just stared at her. She nervously fidgeted and looked at Alaric.

Alaric sighed and stood. "I…need some time to process this." And he walked away.

Aimee's face fell and her eyes filled with tears. She kept her head down and fiddled with a button on her jacket.

"Aimee…" Elena wished she knew enough about this to comfort or fix Aimee, but she couldn't. "Stefan, we have to do something."

"We don't even know if it's really his daughter." He whispered back.

Elena glared at him. "We have to do something, Stefan." She knew all too well what it felt like to not have parents to care for you anymore – whether it's because they died or became a Vampire.

Stefan sighed. "What can we do, Elena?"

"Go try to help Alaric. I'll stay with her."

Aimee looked up at them. "Stefan?" She echoed.

"Yes." He answered warily. "Stefan Salvatore."

"Salvatore…" Aimee stared at him dazed for a moment. "Salvatore…hm." She seemed to come back and she shrugged.

Elena and Stefan exchanged a strange look before Stefan gave Elena a kiss before going off to find Alaric.

Aimee sat there and sighed. "Elena…right?"

Elena nodded.

"You really don't have to take care of me. I'm fine."

She sat down next to her. "Trust me, everything's okay." She remembered the last guy Isobel compelled – that ended well. She wouldn't let that happen to Aimee. "Do you have any place to stay?"

"Well…since my dad doesn't want me…" Her voice cracked.

"I don't think it's that…" Elena pulled her into a hug.

Suddenly Aimee gasped and sat up straight.

"What is it?" Elena fearfully looked around.

"Him…" She pointed to Damon, who was sitting at the bar across the room.

"What about him?"

"…Damon…" Aimee looked at him in confusion, almost as if she recognized him. There was something in her mind telling her…he was important. For some reason.

Without any warning, Aimee stood up and confidently walked over to Damon. She didn't have to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, somehow he had heard her. Something came over her and she leaned down and roughly kissed Damon on the lips.

Elena's jaw dropped. What. The. Hell?