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└➤ CLARA SALVATORE was a dreamer. She lived under the spells of happily ever afters, believing that one day she would find her prince charming and her dad might reunite with his long lost love and finally they would become a perfect f...
Round that pink blanket He hoped he was holding her right In that moment, he realized
– Dads And Daughters (MaRynn Taylor)
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Damon Salvatore, at first sight a handsome young man with a smile that attracted women from miles away, but what eyes didn't see was that he was a murderous vampire with turned off humanity who had lived at least three people's lifetime. And there was one more thing about him – he was hungry.
Which is how he happened to be wandering on his own in a park on an early Sunday morning. His eyes kept roaming around the place in search of a perfect victim. He purposely chose this place because he knew that not many people visited it at this time and the fewer witnesses he had, the less time he would have to spend making them forget his face.
But the quiet morning was gone when Damon's ears caught the sounds of a fight. On another day, he wouldn't have intervened but the thirst haunting his body was impossible to ignore and he was already imagining eating the fighters one by one. Now he considered himself lucky to come upon them.
Damon licked his lips.
He followed the sounds and soon enough his nose caught the scent of fresh blood. This fight was truly intense. And he hoped someone would still be alive for him to hunt down. Once he arrived, the first thing he spotted was a dark figure who was leaning over someone else but Damon couldn't recognize him. He then resumed walking and the stranger must have heard him because their body shot up and sped away in a blink of an eye. That movement left Damon speechless while he remained standing there. No human would be able to do that. Which meant there was only one option left: that attacker was a vampire.
However, without thinking further about it, Damon went closer to the person on the ground. Now he saw that he was a man. It was obvious that his neck suffered the most. It was all bloody and torn out. It was a miracle his head was still hanging there. Even if he tried, Damon doubted his blood would save him in time. Not as if he wanted though. This person meant nothing to him. He only felt sorry that someone else had gotten to him earlier than him.
But then Damon noticed that his lips were moving, shaping carefully a word he couldn't recognize. Damon bent down in an attempt to understand what he was saying in the last seconds of his life.
"C-clara..."
Then his eyes lost the last spark of life and Damon was now the only breathing creature in the park. He wondered who this Clara was. A wife? A mother? Or a sister? He had no clue. But little did he know that it took only a couple of seconds for him to get his answer because soon enough a baby's crying cut through the air. Damon was instantly on alert, ready to strike at anyone who might have spotted him but he realized that the sounds were coming from some bushes. He silently approached it and discovered a stroller hiding there.
With a baby girl.
Damon was just standing there, his eyes glued on the crying baby. He contemplated leaving her there because surely someone else might notice her. But his legs wouldn't bother to even move. His eyes met hers and that's when something broke inside him. Slowly, it cracked until it grew into something unfixable.
And at that moment, his eyes truly fixated on the little girl. Meanwhile, she had stopped crying and now she was softly giggling while her tiny hands were reaching out – to Damon. To Damon who was now battling with his emotions. He mindlessly held out his arms and very carefully picked her up, bringing her fragile body to his chest.
Damon held her. He held her like the most precious treasure this world had ever carried. That was the moment when he swore to himself that he would protect this baby girl. No matter what.
"Hello, little Clara," he whispered.
Clara giggled once again. And that was when a small smile grew on Damon's face.
A smile the world hadn't seen in a very long time.
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Hello!
I can't believe I'm actually writing for Clara again honestly. It's such a surreal feeling and I truly hope you enjoyed the prologue. Old readers might recognize this chapter but it is a little rewritten...
I hope you have a nice day/night and I am so excited to share more of Clara's story!
