The Original Vampire -| COMPLETED |

It's Gonna Be Alright...

Samantha's POV.

It's been two months since my mother's unplanned confession. How I felt about it? I felt relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

It finally felt great, now that my father didn't think I needed a therapist, or possibly a mental institution.

It had been two months since their relationship got back on track, of course, it didn't happen overnight. It was a slow and long process. I was escatic that my dad no longer looks at my mother like she's going to drain him of his blood.

Every visit she made was a memorable one, a family in process. That's what I wanted to call it. Sure, there was times I felt like they wouldn't be together, as much as they want to, because of her immortality.

Boy was I wrong...

I sat there, unbelieving the words that just slipped out my father's lips.

All the doubts that ran through my mind, got me thinking I'm a mad lady. All the nightmares, dreams, hope and faith that I had came rushing back to me in a stab. All at once.

Had I not judge a book by its cover. This would've happened a long time ago.

"You want her to move in?" I asked, this time I spoke slowly, for his sake.

My mother was out, somewhere in the world on this stormy Tuesday night. But I knew she was okay. I knew it, somehow.

My dad looked at me, looked in my eyes, searching for what? I don't know.

Then he stood, gathered the empty takeout trashes and walked to the kitchen, I followed.

"I though you wanted this." he said turning to face me.

I nodded, a little too fast. "Yes! I've been praying for this day to come for months!"

I was so overwhelmed with emotions. I felt a twinge of reassurance. That everything was going to be alright.

"Good, then its settled. I'll ask her tonight." he said wiping down the counter.

I had a feeling our family would fall back into place, with time. I knew everything was going to be okay.

I knew it's gonna be alright.

Dad started cleaning again, such a neat freak, thanks to mom...

"Okay....so I was wondering, would it be okay if I hang out with Damon?" I squeezed my eyes shut.

I couldn't look at him, he hated Damon.

My dad cleared his throat and I peeked through one eye as I walked closer to him. I hugged him and he returned it.

"You know I don't like him." he stated, giving me a squeeze in protest.

I nodded understanding him. " I know but he's been asking me out everyday at work. He just won't stop and when I say no, he starts singing in front of everyone. It's annoying, I only said yes because he wouldn't stop."I stressed.

Damon and I had gotten relatively close to be friends, he's still a flirt, still annoys me every chance he gets, and is still as dangerous as I pegged him to be.

But I knew it was his way of being a friend. And in some sick way, I loved being his friend.

"Fine." he reluctantly agreed. I smiled and thanked my dad.

Pulling away, my dad held me at arm length and looked at me. He was being serious, his eyes gave it away. Stone cold.

"Just remember that I have a shotgun."I tried not to roll my eyes. Dads.

So I smiled, a wide, cheeky smile.

"I might need it."