Damon Salvatore's Little Secret

Chapter 8: Short Lived Memories

Damon's P.O.V.

When I let go of Lanie I look at her. she was smiling with dried tears and mascara. she looked really tired though. time to put on the dad face.

"Alright tomorrow's tuesday which means you have to go to school. and it also means people are coming back from the long weekend so go to bed. I'll sleep on the couch and wake you up tomorrow morning." I say turning her around to go to her room. She starts to walk and I look at Sabrina and Phoebe. I point my fingure to the stairs and they hang their heads as they start to walk away. Phoebe lifted her head to say something so I just re-pointed and her head flopped back down as she reached the stairs. I walk over to the couch and was just about comfortable when I heard a piercing scream. I shot off the couch.

"Dilanie!?!" I yell as I use my vampire speed to get to her room. I open the door to find a vaguely familiar looking person standing ober her with a stake in their hand. I break one of the chairs in the hall and throw the stake at the stranger in my daughter's room. the stake stabbed them in the back and she screamed before she dissapeard. Dilanie got up and ran behind me.

"Who the hell was that?" she asked gasping. I shrug.

"I don't know. and watch your language missy." I say giving her a disapproving look. she laughs and I can't help but laugh, too. I help her into her bed and kiss the top of her head lightly. I was just about to turn out the light when.

"Dad?" I hear her behind me. I turn around.

"yeah?" I ask wondering how she's still awake. she looks down and I see a tear fall. she looks at me.

"what was she like?" she pauses wiping her tears. I give a slightly confused look.

"my mother what was she like?" she repeats. I give a soft smile and walk towards her she scoots over and pats the bed. I sit down next to her and she cuddles up to me. I think for a moment.

"Taylor was amazing. you remind me alot of her." I say looking down at her. she smiles big. "kinda like that when she was really happy she would smile big, her nose would scrunch up, and her little unknown dimples would show." she giggles when I tap her nose. "she was beautiful. she had blonde hair. A little bit lighter than yours. And bright emerald green eyes." I feel a tear roll down my cheek as I think of the memory of Lanie's mother.

"Was she a fun person to be with?" she asks lifting her head from my chest. I look at her and smile.

"the funnest person I knew." I say reaching for my wallet. I pull out an old picture. I hand it to Lanie and point to the women in it.

"that was your mother." I say watching her analyze the photograph from 1862. she smiles.

"she really was beautiful." she says quietly before her eyes slowly flutter shut.

I smile and compare the two.

"yeah. you're just like her." I say as I kiss her forehead. "good night sweetheart." I whisper softly as she cuddles closer. the cutest little sight. my 15 year old daughter cuddling with a little teddy bear. how adorable. she looks just like her mom. I look at the picture once more before I slowly drift to sleep.