Love. Hate. Such a Fine Line.

Your Blondeness Doesn't Look Fake To Me Right Now

— Previously on Love. Hate. Such a Fine Line. —

"Cut the crap, Cia—hey"

Stopping his daughter by speeding in front of her, Damon added, "Talk to me. Why did she call you Arya?"

Valencia didn't responda and instead avoided all eye-contact with her Dad. That was until they heard a voice nearby.

"That's because you are Arya Valencia," said Stefan leaning on a tree nearby, announcing his presence to the two of them.

—

The three of them had been practically in a staring contest—eyes jumping from one person to the next. Having enough of it, Valencia spoke up.

"So this is what Aunt Caroline meant by the distant broody thing Uncle Stefan does?"

Before Cia could further attempt to change the subject, Damon cut in saying, "Stef, what the hell are you talking about?"

Stefan looked into his niece's eyes and said, "I knew you before", meeting Damon's gaze, he added on, "We both did."

With nothing but honesty, Cia responded, "I have never met you before, Uncle Stefan. Everything I know about you is from my parents and reading your journals."

Stefan only nodded his head in response, having a feeling where this conversation was going.

Damon caught the same train of thought and muttered out, "No. If someone says the word Doppelgänger, I swear—"

With disbelief, Cia cut her father off, saying, "Me? A doppelgänger?"

Bouncing off his daughter, Damon added, "This has to be a sick joke."

"I'd know if I'd met someone who looked exactly like my daughter."

With a reeling mind, Cia started to storm off.

"Cia—wait."

Not stopping her stride, Cia yelled back, "I'm not doing this. You guys have fun with your screwed up family reunion."