The Supernatural Diaries {Book One}

Family Ties: The Legacies of Our Blood

Damon should have known better than to lose his temper like that. He shouldn't have let her goad him into losing his cool the way she did. But listening to her talk all high and mighty about her feelings for Dean-- especially after what happened the other night-- just made him lose it. All Damon knew was that he had to get out of there before he ripped Elena's head off her shoulders. Having Dean pissed at him for killing his teacher was one thing, but if Damon crossed that line and hurt Elena, there would be no turning back from that.

As if his night wasn't going horribly already, Damon was so focused on storming down the hall trying to put as much distance between himself and Elena that he nearly bumped into Sam Winchester. "Oh, Christ!" Damon groaned. "Get out of my way, pipsqueak."

"No," Sam folded his arms defiantly. "Not until I get answers."

The vampire tilted his head with intrigue and squinted his eyes slightly. "Why should I tell you anything?" Damon scoffed. "Look, it's not about your weird obsession with my brother or your plans for Mystic Falls," Sam exhaled. "I just wanna know about the Campbells that you claim are my family." The vampire relaxed his shoulders, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, as he said, "Well, there's a lot of history about the Campbells, Sammy, and I have been alive for a very long time. So, you're gonna have to be specific about what exactly you want to know."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Enough with the games, Damon. What do you know about our family history?" "You mean, what do I know about your ancestor Matthew Dean Campbell?" Damon corrected. "I knew him, you know, back in the day. He was a nice guy, somewhat shy, but very well-mannered and compassionate. Always trying to help those in need sort of like your brother." "You know, that wasn't what I meant," Sam snapped. "Tell me about the curse." Damon schooled his features to mask the mild surprise he felt hearing this new revelation. "I'm surprised he told you," he remarked, "or maybe you guilt-tripped him into telling you the truth."

"Stop dodging!" Sam argued.

"I'm not dodging," Damon barked.

Sam looked about ready to blow up, and despite being more than capable of handling an insufferable teenager, Damon decided that causing another scene so soon after his spat with Elena probably wasn't in his best interest. With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Damon said, "Fine. I'll tell you, but not here. It's too open." Then, he grabbed Sam firmly by the arm and led him off into the backyard by the fountain, which was secluded from the rest of the partygoers. Once he was sure they were alone, he turned back to Sam and said, "The most I can remember about the Curse was that it was originally given to the Campbells by a witch back in the late 1500s when they still lived in Scotland."

The look of frustration on the youngest Winchester's face was quickly replaced by one of curiosity. "Why did the witch curse them?" Sam asked. "Back then, the British Isles were plagued by vampires and I'm guessing the Campbells got fed up with all of the killings. They sought out a witch hoping she could give them the means to defend themselves. She ended up giving them something else," Damon elaborated. The realization hit him like cold water being splashed in his face. "So the witch tricked them into accepting the Curse," Sam started. "And since then, the Curse has only been passed down to the firstborn child of each member of the family?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Damon huffed. "Are you happy now?" Not waiting for Sam to reply, the Salvatore patriarch whirled around and started walking back to the party. "Hold on a second!" Sam reacted, grabbing Damon by the wrist. Instinctively Damon looked back and snarled, his fangs and bloodshot eyes on full display. Sam jerked away from Damon and nearly stumbled over his own feet. The sight of Sam on the ground with his face twisted in fear was enough to bring Damon back to his senses and he pulled his lips together tightly, as he backed away.

However, before he left, the 170-year-old vampire said, "You didn't see what happened to Matthew when he activated the Curse. I did! So unless you want the same thing to happen to your brother... STOP LOOKING!"

Then, Damon turned around and started his trek back toward the house. "It's not true, is it?" Sam shouted after him. "You didn't love Katherine, you loved him. That's why you said lovers back in the house." Damon halted mid-step and without looking at Sam he said, "It's getting late, pipsqueak. You should head home and get some sleep."

Then he was gone.

* * *

Meanwhile, on the other side of the backyard, Tyler and Vicki were sitting on a bench in awkward silence. "So you wanna dance?" Vicki sighed. "Me dancing? Not pretty," Tyler replied with a weak smile. "Well, maybe you could show me around. I mean, this place is amazing," Vicki suggested. "Yeah, if you like living in a museum," Tyler waved off.

Vicki narrowed her eyes at her date. "Or maybe I should just strip naked and give Pastor Bill a lap dance," she sneered. "I mean, that's why we're hiding in a corner all night, isn't it? Are you scared of how I'm gonna act, are you afraid of what your parents are gonna think about your date from the wrong side of the tracks?"

"I don't care about what they think," Tyler denied.

"Great," Vicki said grabbing his hand. "Let's go say "hi"." Without warning, she stood up and yanked Tyler back to the party, but he held fast. "Knock it off, Vic!" he snapped. "Or we could just, you know, sneak up to your bedroom," she hissed. "As long as nobody sees us, right?"

The entire time she spoke, Tyler's eyes never once left hers, but when he got ready to speak, Vicki cut him off harshly. "What's the matter, Ty?" she raised her voice. "You scared to stand up to your mommy? It's pretty pathetic."

She started leading him toward the house again, but he wrenched himself out of her grip saying, "no" just as they were being approached by Mrs. Lockwood. "Tyler!" his mother called out sternly. When she saw Vicki, the mayor's wife plastered a fake smile on her face and said, "I'm sorry, we didn't get to say hello earlier. It's Vicki, right? Matt's sister." "Yes, ma'am," Vicki smiled tightly. "You'll have to forgive my son's rudeness," Mrs. Lockwood apologized. "He gets it from his father."

"Well, that's okay, Mrs. Lockwood. Tyler and I were just saying good night," Vicki nodded, giving Tyler a subtle glare, before turning and walking away.

Tyler lowered his head as his mother leaned close to him and said, "That's what you get when you bring the trash into the party."