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Sorry for taking such a long time to update this story, but I got stuck with where to go with it. I hope you enjoy this chapter and sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Damon walked out of The Grill, listening to "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin and as he was listening to it, he promised himself that he wasn't going to be like that dad in the song. He had left Blake at home with Bonnie, because he just needed to think about what Blake had done and how he was going to help his son with that power he had. As he strolled to the Boarding House, he thought about how life had changed since the time in the coffin. He knew that Esther was still out there, and that she would find an opportune time to get back at them. As he approached the door, he put his ear against it and listened as Blake was talking to someone.

Sheila had known that she recognized something in Blake's countenance as he smiled back at her when she questioned who he was.

"I'm Blake Salvatore," he said, smiling as he came closer to her.

She feared asking him who his mother was because she thought she had an inkling of what he was going to say.

She stared at him, her eyes wide, as she watched him put on a leather jacket. Lowly and stuttering she asked him, "W-who are your parents?"

"Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore."

Her newly beating heart was slapping against her chest erratically as she watched stunned as the boy flopped onto the bed. Her eyes met his blue and green eyes with an under tint of yellow in them almost as if the colors were having a battle with each other and she tried not to look shocked.

"What was that on your arm that you are covering?" Sheila said, pointing to his sleeve.

"A cat scratched me," Blake said, looking away.

"Let me see it," she came closer to him.

"No," he yelled at her.

"I'm your great grandmother," she said to him sternly. And this was the point where Damon had just put his ear against the door. Damon sucked his teeth, and clutched his head in his hands as he heard the familiar voice. He might as well just turn around now, because there was no way he wanted to see Sheila. His body literally shook as he remembered the first time she had given him an aneurysm and there was no telling what she would do to him now. He could hide behind his son, but he would look like a coward. Where was Bonnie? He wondered as he continued to listen.

"What happened to you? How did you die?" Blake asked, trying to change the subject.

"That's not important now let me see your arm?" Sheila said, coming toward him.

Why the hell was the old bat interested in his son's arm? And where was Bonnie?

Blake took off his jacket and shamefully showed Sheila his arm and now the scar was dark red and as she observed it, she shook her head skeptically.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked, and she could hear from his voice how scared he was.

"That scar," she said gravely, "is going to begin to track you."

"What?" Blake said not getting it.

Sheila tried to sound calm as she said, "Whoever did this to you will know where you are and will follow your every move."

That's it, Damon would now allow this crazy woman to scare his child and he whipped the door open and zoomed to his son's room, where he found Sheila examining Blake's arm. When Sheila saw Damon she did everything in her power to not set his brains in a blaze. Blake looked at his father and at his great grandmother and felt uneasiness as they stared at each other. Damon didn't know what to say to the woman standing before him after all what could he say? Blake ran and hid behind his father as the woman's stare started to scare him.

"Your son is in grave danger," Sheila said curtly.

Blake peeked out at the woman from his father's back.

"Blake, son, you need to go to the playroom, I'll be with you in a while."

"But daddy," Blake pleaded.

Damon looked angry for a moment, but a smile appeared on his face just as quickly. "I'll be with you like in a minute," he said.

Blake smiled at him and did as he was told.

"I can't believe you would do this," Damon said as he heard the door shut.

Shiela was huffing now and she shook her head. "How is this even possible? How is he even possible?" she repeated.

"Don't you dare!" Damon said although his body shuddered as he stared at the woman before him. "You have quite an opinion for someone who doesn't even know my son."

"How am I even here?" Sheila said exasperated, looking around the room. "I would rather have stayed dead than to have known that this happened."

Sheila was shocked by Damon's expression. She expected to see a smirk, but what she saw was a frown, and was that hurt in his eyes? Then something else surprised her. With his head bowed down and eyes averted he said. "I'm sorry."

His eyes quickly looked at her, but they slid right to the floor again. Sheila didn't know what to do and she didn't think that the apology was truly genuine, so she tried to read his face but all she saw there was regret. He started to walk away from her and she didn't even realize she was following him as he paused at the door to Blake's playroom.

"Esther trapped Bonnie and me in a coffin. We later found out that her original plan was to create a sort of witch/vampire hybrid by Bonnie somehow getting my powers in the coffin. However, the plan backfired and we actually created the hybrid. Bonnie had my powers for two months and for a while we didn't know what was happening. We didn't know whether Bonnie was pregnant or not and sometimes we could hear a heartbeat and other times we just weren't sure," Damon explained.

Sheila was captivated by the story and she couldn't believe what they had been through. She was going to ask him a question when Damon opened the door and headed toward his son.

Blake sat on the floor, playing with his Legos and Damon squatted down and helped him make a house. Sheila watched the both of them and felt something tug at the center of her being. She wasn't even aware that she was smiling. The boy sat there and kept watching Damon as he put the pieces together. Damon also kept stealing glances as Blake began to make a motorcycle.

Bonnie rushed over to the house and headed straight to the playroom with a bag of candy in hand. She stood there frozen as she saw Sheila staring at Damon and Blake.

"Grams," she said the tears already spilling from her eyes. Damon glanced at Bonnie as she came in.

"Cover your ears," Damon said as a joke to Blake as he went over to the two women.

"But I want my candy," Blake said, as his father walked away from him.

Bonnie hugged her grams, who hugged her back tightly. She had wanted to see her grams again and knew it was possible, but in the end she knew what would happen, but still she couldn't help but be elated.

Damon couldn't look at Sheila, but he turned to Bonnie. "How could you leave him alone?"

"Damon, I went out for like five minutes and besides you know how foolproof this house is."

Grams stood there watching the two as they glared at each other and she was still astonished that that they were together.

"How about you? Where were you?" Bonnie asked him.

"I was at-''

Grams cut them off. "Both of you," she said her eyes grim, "your son is in serious danger."

Damon had wanted to see his son's arm, but he did not want to scare him. Bonnie wanted to take a seat as she processed what her Grams had just told her.

"He's very powerful," Grams said, glancing at Blake, who pretended to be entertained with what he was doing. "If he can bring back the dead, then he can surely kill just as easily."

"No," Bonnie said, shaking her head. "As far as I know he hasn't killed anyone and he won't. I won't let him."

"How do we get rid of that scar on his arm," Damon asked Grams curiously.

"A witch did that to him," Grams said, "and as far as I know something like that is very difficult to lift. He said a cat scratched him, but I doubt that was just an ordinary cat. We need to ask him more about it."

Bonnie and Damon nodded, but both were very concerned for their son and they felt hopeless as they watched him play. They also exchanged a glance concerning Sheila as they watched her stare at the small boy, and none of them had the heart to tell her that she would die again.

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