A story where Bonnie and Damon has a daughter, Stephanie Bennett. She's still getting the hang of her magic. She wanted to try to have a normal life but couldn't due to the fact that she's a witch and part vampire. She then attends the Salvatore boa...
I stood outside by the door, looking through the window. this was really my last time seeing her. I couldn't believe this, it had to be a nightmare. my father lay a hand onto my shoulder. "come on kid." he sighed. making our way home the car ride was silent, you could have been able to hear a pin drop if you wanted to. making our way inside the house, I just wanted this pain to be gone. "Steph." my father cleared his throat. I looked back and nodded. "your mother would have wanted us to plan a funeral for her." he said with pain in his eyes. "I know, which we aren't going to have." my father furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to me. "I can't handle the pain of seeing my mother in a casket dad." I ran both of my hands through my hair in frustration. "and how do you think I feel, seeing my wife in a casket Stephanie. I know it's gonna hurt, but will we pull through this, together." he said giving me a hug.
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"I don't know if I want to feel anymore." I looked up at him, causing him to pull away. "I killed two students today." I said not wanting to make eye contact with my father. he was in total shock to hear that leave my lips. "I didn't know what had gotten into me today." I sighed. "I think we need to get some rest." he nodded while looking at me. I made my way to my room and sat onto my bed. going into my closet there was a bag full of photos of my family, taking the bag out the closet I sat onto my bed going through them. I came across one where my mother and I were making silly faces while I had my face covered of ice cream. I laughed, I remember we just came from leaving Caroline's house. I then came across a mix tape, I turned to see the back of it and saw it was the year I was born.
Walking over to my TV. I put In the mix tape and click play. "is it recording babe." my mother asks in the video. "yeah." my father responded. "our little one is growing." he chuckles. my mother smiles widely into the camera. "are you just saying that, because you don't want to make me feel bad by calling me fat." she giggled. "well, technically yes. but no, because our little one is growing." my mother nodded slowly and chuckled. "sure." she rolled her eyes playfully. twenty one weeks passed into the video. "I think it's gonna be a boy." my father said recording my mothers stomach. "I think it's gonna be a girl, I just have a feeling." she said taking big portions of her food. I smiled, seeing my mother eat so much in this video. because from what I can recall my mother doesn't really like to eat.
"Okay, we just found out the gender of the baby. and it's a." my mother paused ripping apart the envelope. she looked back up to the camera and back to my father. "its a girl!." she squealed. my father picks my mother up and spins her around. "seems like were gonna be having a mini you around." he chuckled. "she'll have some of her father traits. she sneered. feeling a vibration from my back pocket, I checked to see who it was. it was a message from lizzie. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother Steph, well will be there for the funeral." I replied back, and shut off the video.
