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Theo pov. Age 15 I walked into the Mystic Grill, a small smirk on my face. My adoptive parents had brought me to a place called Mystic Falls, and I could feel the supernatural in the air. I approached the bar, throwing down a twenty. "Bourbon. No glass." I told the bartender. "I haven't seen you around here before." A snarky male voice drawled. I turned to see a black haired, blue eyed man two seats away from me. I smirked at him. "Just moved here from California." I said shortly. "You look familiar." He commented. I raised my eyebrows. "I never forget a face." I replied. He shrugged. "I'm Damon." He held out a hand. I smiled and took it. "Theo." Two hours later... I woke up in a cellar, my head pounding. "What the hell!" I snarled, pulling at the chains around my wrists. The body of a man was laying a few feet away from me, a dagger in his chest. "Hello Theo." I glared up at Damon, who stood in the doorway. "What is wrong with you?" I snarled at him. He shrugged. "Depends who you ask. A lot of people would say everything." He said. "That's enough, Damon." Another man snapped, joining us with his arms crossed against his chest. I felt a jolt.
"Rebekah, this isn't a good idea. He's not a normal human child." A man said to the blonde woman holding me. "I know he isn't normal, Stefan. But we have to keep him safe. This is his only chance." My mother pressed. I looked up at her. Why was she so sad? "Do what you want." The man sighed. "Just know I don't agree with any of it." He stalked away and my mother shed a tear. "We'll be okay Theo. I promise."
I stared at the second man. My father? He raised his eyebrows at me. "What are you?" He asked. I glared at him. "Why should I trust you?" I snapped. His eyes widened as he took me in properly. "I know who you are, Theo." he said quietly. I fail to hide my shock. "Damon, go upstairs and close the door behind you." The man told my newest enemy. Damon reluctantly obeyed. "My name's Stefan Salvatore." The man said. I held my chin up. "I know." Stefan chuckled. "You look like your mother." He smiled. "You remember her?" I asked. Stefan nodded. "Who am I?" I whispered, feeling a stab of fear. "We named you Theo Henrik Salvatore. Your mother said that your name would be Theo, given from god, and Henrik, after your late uncle. You have my last name." I looked down at my shaking hands. "And Damon is my uncle too? I definitely don't like him." I scoffed. Stefan cracked a grin. "Nobody really likes my brother." He said. I took a deep breath, wanting to ask my most feared question. "Why did you leave me?" I hated the tremble in my voice. I saw Stefan blink back tears. "You would have died if we hadn't. If there was any other way, Theo, I promise I would never have left you." I bit my lip at his words, looking down. I heard him come closer and strong hands broke the chains restraining me. "I'm so glad you found me, Theo." I was pulled into an embrace, and I relished in it, the feeling of being in my father's arms. .............................. I hid behind my father, feeling slightly nervous and definitely childish about meeting his friends and family, my family. Stefan chuckled as we walked up a flight of stairs. "Don't laugh. Last time I met new people, they tried to kill me." I muttered. He ran a hand through my hair. "I won't let anyone hurt you." He smiled. "Where's my mother?" I asked. "I haven't seen or heard from her in years, Theo." I nodded and let it drop. I'd worry about that later.
