The Vampire Diaries: He's The Air She Would Kill To Breathe

Epilogue

*Twelve Years Later*

It was Scarlett’s sixteenth birthday and she’d woken up in extreme pain. She ran in to Ian’s room and shook him awake.

“Ian, Ian, I think my fangs are coming in!” He sat up excitedly and begged her to open her mouth. Sure enough, two fangs were pushing out of her gums and over her canines.

“They are, Scar! Go to the bathroom and look!” Both teens raced each other to the hallway half bath and watched in awe as they became fully unsheathed. She shot her cousin a fanged grin.

“I don’t need blood bags now…I can feed on people, you jelly?” He gave her his father’s signature smirk, which he’d finally mastered.

“You know it!” He helped her brush her long golden brown curls and waited on her to get ready while he went back to his room and threw on a black button-down John Varvatos and dark wash jeans, allowing his messy raven hair to hang haphazardly over his sapphire colored eyes. It was becoming difficult to tell him apart from his father, so he guessed it was a good thing he was going to stop aging in a few months. He heard his door open and he turned to see his little sister in the doorway, dressed in a purple jumper with white tights and she had a large grin on her face.

“I just saw Scarlett come from her room…she looks beautiful.” Ian smiled warmly and walked over to fix her lopsided ponytail.

“Not as beautiful as my baby sister, now c’mon.” Stefani’s face turned red.

“I’m not a baby…I’m twelve.” Ian rolled his eyes and took her hand, leading her downstairs and into the foyer. When they got down there they discovered that the entire family was down there. Jenna and Alaric were sitting on the couch with their eleven year old daughter Autumn and Jeremy and Adriana were playing on the carpet with there eight year old little girl, Harmony. Scarlett was stunning, wearing a long shimmering yellow sundress and having what seemed to be a heart-felt conversation with her mother while Mason played with his and Katherine’s twins, Channing and Camden, who were about to turn twelve. Bonnie and Kol, whom had taken things slowly after her transition to a vampire, were newly married and had recently adopted a little Asian boy named Ichiro, who was five. Last but not least they spotted their parents off in a corner of the room feeding their two year old baby brother in his high chair. His name was Samuel Liam Salvatore, and just like when Ian had been born, Damon and Elena were both at odds for what to call him. Damon called him Sam, Elena called him Liam. Ian was convinced that his father simply had a thing for “S” names, but sided with him and referred to his baby brother as “Sammy”. Sam was a little different than Ian and Stefani though, he was the only one of Damon’s children that didn’t look exactly like him. He had Elena’s big brown doe eyes and silky brunette hair. Ian leaned over to whisper to Stefani.

“I swear, this is like a vampire bar mitzvah.” Stefani giggled and ran to go help feed Sam. Ian followed behind her, not really knowing where else to go since everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Damon took a look at his son and shook his head in disapproval.

“Sebastian, could you not have dressed a little nicer for your cousins sixteenth birthday, it’s kind of a big deal, she’s immortal now.” Ian rolled his eyes.

“Dad, we’re wearing the exact same clothes.” He pointed out, earning a dammit-you-got-me-you-little-shit look from Damon. He folded his arms.

“No, I’m wearing designer jeans, thank you.” He mumbled, sometimes hating it that his son had literally turned out exactly like him. Elena snickered, handing the blood and banana mixture to Stefani so that she could finish feeding Sam.

“What am I going to do when Liam turns out like you too? I thought one of you was hard to deal with.” She teased playfully, wrapping her arms around Damon from behind and nuzzling into his neck. Damon pouted and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her to the front of him and leaning his forehead against hers.