Damon's Daughter ( VD Fan Fic)

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 " A sex dream?" Faith questioned.  She sat in front of Casey and had her eyes trained on him. 

"Yeah I haven't had one in a while and I think it was real." Casey was laying looking at the roof of his van and rubbing his stomach.  "Why would you think its real?" Faith pushed while still buzzed from the bong rips from earlier.

"Well last time I had one I didn't get hurt and that was like ........5 years ago? I think" He sat up and showed his injured finger to Faith. 

He watched her eyes as they went over his hand.  "Can I?" she ask while reaching for his hand. Casey just put his hand in hers and continued to watch her. His hand was large  and rough in hers. "Your hands are hella rough man. You gotta get some coco butter or something" She dropped his hand but still sat close to him. Faith was enjoying the heat that was coming off of his body.

"When did you come to town?" Faith asked. Casey didn't want to answer her question but felt the need to share his secrets with her. 

"I came to town looking for the area with the most active supernatural energy."  Casey couldn't stop sharing even if he tried. 

"My family comes from a long line of witches and my grandfather on my mothers side was very power hungry. He didn't care who he hurt  to get that power. But one day he committed a  great supernatural crime. He began stripping magic from children of powerful families. He kidnapped 6 kids. He successfully stripped magic from 2 of the kids. But along the way he killed them."

A long pause washed over the van. Casey rolled a joint and passed it to Faith. She was looking at him the whole time but he was focused on his joint. 

Faith had heard of the witch that Casey was talking about. When the kidnapping of young powerful witches started Faith's mother was frightened and moved to Alaska for a short while. She knew how the story ended but didn't want to stop him. Once the joint was done he passed it to Faith.

"As his punishment he and his clan had their powers stripped. So I am a powerless witch." Faith didn't respond, Casey was slightly bothered because he just reviled witches to a stranger in a van at night.

"So what does that story have to do with you being in town?" Faith asked 

"Well I wanna find a area that has had a devastation that involves witches. If I an find a ground powerful enough I can ask for my powers back." Casey said looking Faith in the eyes

"Now please don't go around telling people that a witch is walking around town. I honestly don't need a mob after me." Casey said half serious half joking. 

"Don't worry i am just as new as you" Faith said lighting the joint and taking a pull

"Oh really? What brought you to town?" Casey asked before taking a pull himself 

"I came to town to meet my dad for the first time." This statement caught Casey off guard and and he started coughing violently.

"Well......... how's that going?" Casey asked

"Im in a van with a stranger at night smoking weed that may or may not kill me. What do you think?" Faith responded very fiery. Casey put is hands up in defense. "My bad." was all he said as they sat in silence. The low music in the background stopped. Faith checked the time and it was 12am and her phone was now on 39%.

"I gotta go."  Faith said

"Let me drive you home its late." Casey said

Faith wanted to argue but she was high and ready for bed. 

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As they drove to manor Faith couldn't help but ask Casey " What were you thinking about before you had your sex dream?" 

Casey chuckled and glanced at Faith "Why do you wanna know? Are you interested?" Faith rolled her eyes at him. " I just wanna know why you had that vision after you smoked today."

"Today? I had this dream about 2 months ago. The mark on my finger has made no signs of going away."

Faith was now slightly bothered by this. She knew what this meant but she would still have to run it by some powerful witches. All she knew was that her meeting Casey was not an accident.

When they pulled up to the manor Casey let out a low sigh. "So your a troubled rich girl? I didn't take you for one."         

"Are you insulting me? Was that and insult?" Faith asked intensely. She didn't care that he called her a rich girl. She was mad because he thought he knew her. Sure she was projecting her anger on him but she didn't care. Faith got out of the van and slammed the door  very hard and the window popped. No not shatter it popped. Glass was all over the street and in the van. 

Faith didn't turn around, she just kept walking to the house.  "Who's that in the van?" asked Damon from the living room in the dark. He had a glass in his hand and had his eyes closed. This was the first time Faith was afraid of her father. He had been scary the whole time she was with him.  She didn't say anything for a long time.

"What's that smell on you?" He asked as he walked up to her. Faith was high and scared. She couldn't think of a lie. Her eyes are a red and her lips looked dry. 

"How'd you get home? Did you take uber or something?" Damon asked walking over to the window by the door. "Who's that guy?" Damon asked about Casey as he pulled off from the drive way.

"No one. Just a guy I met." Faith said as she tried to walk past Damon.

"No that's not how this works. You are under my roof and you need to answer me when Im talking to you." Damon said as he walked behind Faith to her room.

"You better have answers for me by the morning or Im gonna find and kill that kid." Damon yelled at Faith's closed door.

The night was a mess. Faith felt slightly unwanted and strange. She was born against natures will. Whatever her connection to Casey is is now added to her list of things to figure.

Faith was also high ass hell. All the excitement from earlier made her forget that. Faith made her way to the bathroom and placed her cellphone on the counter and played a slow sexy playlist. While high Faith can become extra. She stood in the mirror and braided her hair for the night. Faith had not done a length in quite sometime but her hair looked like it got longer. Her hair was shoulder length but when dry and not braided her hair comes to her jaw. 

After finishing her hair got undressed and turned on the warm water to her shower. As the water poured over her neck and face she felt the split happen in the air around her. She ignored it at first but when she got out the shower 20 minutes she was still in the split.

"Faith honey we need to talk" said a older woman dressed in older clothing. Her hair styled in floor length dreads with shells, jewels,and bones. Her skin was dark and covered in symbolic scars. She sat on the bed looking through a book. Faith watched her for a moment taking in her  beauty.    

"What's wrong Voodoo Queen?" Faith asked slightly worried by her company 

"What I tell you to call me now?" she replied with a thick southern accent  but clear 

Faith sighed and rolled her neck " Whats wrong Grandma?"

This made the Faith's grandmother smile and walk over to give her a big hug.

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