Separated At Birth

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic.

Pairing: Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline.

Rating: M

Chapter One

I am Imperfect,

But I deserve love as well.

A mother of royalty only has one wish.

She wishes to be capable of giving birth to a young man who can carry on the family name. She wishes to be able to provide that for her husband, the king.

So, when she found that she was giving birth to not only one beautiful son, but two, of course she was ecstatic. There was simply no other way for her to look at the situation, she was blessed.

Her blue eyes shimmered with tears as she held her first son protectively in her hands as he was delivered. He was a heavy child. This brought a smile to her lips. For, a heavy child would prove to grow big and strong, and one day the young man would be able to take care of their country.

"His name shall be, Stefan Salvatore." She informed proudly.

"Miss."

"What is it?" She asked, her face contorting in concern as she stared over at the doctor who was holding the other boy. He was wrapped tightly in a blanket and she could not see his face. It terrified her. Her heart started pounding rapidly as she imagined all of the terrible things that could have happened to him. "Is he alright?"

"No! Something—something isn't right with this one!" The doctor's fear alarmed her further and she handed Stefan over to one of the nurses.

She pushed herself up into a seated position and held out her hands to the doctor. "Let me see him."

"Miss, I don't know if that would be a good idea. He doesn't look safe."

"What in the Lord's name do you mean by that!? Let me see my son!"

"This is not your son, miss. This is a monster."

She reached out and grabbed the baby from the doctor's hands before he could suffocate him. She was not going to allow anyone to kill her precious—her eyes met his face and she gasped. There was nothing precious about the monster wiggling around in her arms. He was disgusting. One of the most revolting sights that she had ever seen. And she had seen many a demon in her day.

The thing cradled in her arms was not quite a demon, nor was he a human.

His eyes were glowing blue, and matching blue scales covered the side of his face traveling down over half of his body. He had razor sharp teeth and pointed ears. One of his hands belonged to a human boy; the other was the claw of a demon. His feet were both the claws of wild lizards, and he had small wings on his back.

"This—this thing—how can it be—this can't be my baby!"

"He is, Miss."

She knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that she was horrendous. That she had cheated on the king with some demonic scum and that was how she had created such an abomination. She could not let him know what had happened. The king could not find out. No one could find out.

"He is not mine! This is not my baby boy, this is a demon!" She stood to her feet and made her way out of the castle. There was no way that she could keep such a disgrace.

Without hesitation, she ran to the edge that the Castle sat upon. It was high up in the cliffs over the ocean. If she were to drop the child into the waters below then he would die and no one would ever know of the sins that she had committed. She would never have to relive the shame that she felt. She would never have to see his face again. So, she lifted the baby over the ledge and closed her eyes. Taking in a deep breath.

She dropped him.

Watching him plummet toward the rocks below.

Hearing his panicked cries.

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She watched as her son Stefan played in the field beyond the castle walls. She frequently watched him from the tower window. He was nearly ten years old and he was already growing into a strong young gentleman. She knew that he would have no problem sweeping a woman off of her feet, or protecting the palace from demons.

The threat of demons had intensified as the years went by. They had decided that they wanted to move out of the slums and into the cities.

People were fighting back to keep the cities safe from their kind, but they continued to invade. They built tunnels underground so that they could live within the city walls in secrecy, and they attempted to mate with humans. Those who mated with the demons were kicked out of the city, or worse, they were brutally executed by the king.

Those who were born a mixed breed were often beaten. Some were murdered.

No one cared if they died.

They were not human after all.

She watched as Stefan lifted the wooden sword that he was practicing with and attacked his father with it. The two of them were only playing. But, it was obvious that Stefan was hastily learning how to fight in battle. He was an intelligent young boy with a marvelous memory.

Just watching him caused her chest to swell with pride and happiness.

Sometimes she did recall the other, though. It made her stomach flip with disgust just thinking about the little monster. She had told her husband that he had died during childbirth, that there was nothing that she could have done to save him. Occasionally she felt guilty for killing her other son, yet most times she felt relieved. Relieved that he was gone and that she would never have to admit her sins.

Stefan showed no signs of demonic presence, unlike his brother.

He was just a normal little boy.

"Ahh! Ahh!" Stefan shouted as he slammed the wooden sword against his father's. His smile spread clear across his face as he twisted around him and stabbed him in the back. The king feigned his death and fell to the ground, holding onto his back and letting out groans of pain.

"I win again!"

"Yes you do, dear boy." His father said with a grin as he stood to his feet and bowed politely to his son. Stefan bowed in return. "You may be a suitable king one day."

"I'm gonna be more than a suitable king, father! I'm going to be the best king ever!" His eyes shimmered with excitement that made his father so proud. "Besides you, of course."

He laughed and ran a hand through Stefan's hair. "Of course."

Every so often the king wondered what it would have been like to have had another son. He wondered what the other young boy would have been like. If he would have been more powerful, or better fit to be the king. He knew that Stefan would make a wonderful king, but sometimes it was too hard not to wonder and he allowed curiosity to get the best of him.

"Are you ready for supper, Stefan? You've been playing all day. You must be starved."

"Yes, father." Stefan cast his eyes up at his father as they started to walk back toward the castle where they would eat a lovely feast.

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He did not have a name. He did not have a family. He did not have an identity.

He had spent ten years of his life hiding in the caves outside of the city. Whenever he went into the demon territory he was made fun of and attacked for looking different than them, in human territory he was beaten to the ground for not looking like them. So, he settled on living in the caves between the lands, where no one would ever find him.

Sometimes he was forced to travel into the cities in order to buy clothes or necessities. But, for the most part he managed on his own.

His lip curved up into a devious half smile as he threw a rock into the lake and watched as it skipped across the waters. Leaving a path of ripples behind it. Then he paused as he caught sight of his reflection in the waters.

Every time he looked at himself he felt disgusting.

He was a monster.

Blue scales covered the left side of his face and traveled up along his long pointed ears that extended through long black shaggy hair. His teeth were sharp and jagged like a demon, and his eyes glowed, but the rest of his face belonged to a human boy. The scales ventured down over one of his arms and half of his exposed torso, and the hand with the scales did not belong to a human. His fingers were large with sharp claws on the end of each fingertip. His other half of his body and hand belonged to a human.

His thighs were that of a human, until they reached his knees and then they too were covered in blue scales. His feet, the claws of a lizard that were strong and allowed him to climb skillfully. Along with these distinguishing traits, he had wings that extended from his back up over his head.

He had never been taught how to fly, but with time he was getting better.

Honestly, he did not know what his purpose in life was and on many occasions he had contemplated just allowing the humans or demons to rip him apart. He wanted them to treat him like an equal, but no one ever did.

He did not understand why he was different looking then the rest of them.

Throwing the last stone into the water he watched as his reflection shimmered into extinction before his very eyes. He hated the sight of himself. It was a rarity that he ever even looked at himself. Reaching into the water he wet his human hand and then ran the water along his face, wetting back his dark wild hair so that it was not in his face.

He had to venture into the human world today.

He needed to steal more food from the shop in the city.

Heading back into the cave that he called his home, he retrieved a hooded coat that he wore in order to hide from the humans when he was in the city. He tucked his wings in and then slung the article of clothing over his shoulders, pulling the hood down to cover his ears and face. As long as no one knocked it off of him, he could probably get through the city unnoticed despite his legs.

'Thud, thud, thud.' His heart was pounding loudly in his chest as he walked the road toward the city. He hated returning there. If the humans were to see him again there was a good chance that they would slaughter him. They hated him more than he hated himself.

Waiting until the guard was preoccupied with another person entering the city, he ran through the gates and instantly hid in the backstreets.

No one had seen him yet.

Now all that he had to do was follow the back alley toward one of the black markets, and then he would be in the clear. He ducked and started to run down the alley. At the last minute he took a sharp turn and tripped over his clawed feet running into one of the townspeople. His hood fell down over his shoulders as he stumbled to the ground in front of a group of large intimidating looking men.

They were three times his size and twice his age.

There was no way that he could take them on.

"Well, well, well, what do we got here?" One of the men asked, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest as he stared down at the mixed breed. "Another demon trying to get into the city to cause some trouble, eh?"

He pulled the hood back down in an attempt to cover his face, but it was too late. They had already witnessed his true colors and he could no longer hide who he was. "No, it's not like that. I just needed some food. I'm starving and—"

"—Did ya hear that you guys? The little demon boy is starving." He started to laugh at the young boy before kneeling down and staring deep into his glowing blue eyes. "What, didn't eat enough humans to fill ya up? You had to come back into the city to kill a few more of us?"

"I don't eat humans." He defended honestly. The thought revolted him.

Unlike other demons, he was cursed with a conscience.

"Sure ya don't! What kinda demon are ya if ya don't eat humans?" The man laughed and reached out to wrap his large hand around the half-demon's throat, tightening his grip until he was coughing and desperately attempting to fill his lungs with air.

"Jo, Jim, grab his wings."

The other humans who were with him walked over to him and grabbed ahold of his wings. One holding on to each of them.

"On the count of three tear 'em clean off!"

"One."

"Two."

Suddenly the man's shirt caught on fire and he screamed out loudly, jumping around and batting away at his clothes.

He turned to look up at the men holding onto his wings and he realized that they too had let go and were batting away at their clothes that were engulfed in flames. Out of the corner of his eye he witnessed a young girl. She was probably five years old, had long dark hair that went down over her shoulders, gorgeous caramel skin, and shimmering green eyes that were fixated on the scene at hand.

For a moment he wondered if she had something to do with the men suddenly combusting in flames, but he did not have long to dwell on it. The fire was wearing off and they looked even more infuriated then before.

So, the young mixed breed took that moment to run for it, darting down one of the dark alleys.

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Author's Note:

I have been going through some hard times as of late… and I am finding it difficult to find inspiration, but I am really enjoying writing this fic and my other Bamon fics. I am worried that I am not writing well enough though, so please do tell me if y'all are enjoying this idea. There will be tons of Bamon and other couples/characters involved in this fic. I would love to know what y'all think and if y'all want me to continue.

So if y'all want to read more send some reviews my way and I promise to work on the next chapter ASAP! Thank you all for reading!

Love you guys!

-Tracy Cook