Witch or vampire?

Helpless

Help me, by Johnny Cash

"I never thought I needed help before;
Thought that I could get by - by myself.
But now I know I just can't take it any more.
And with a humble heart, on bended knee,
I'm beggin' You please for help."

A/N: This chapter is a flashback for the rest of our little group.

Elena watched Damon put his arm around Helen and leading her out the door. She shook her head. He had changed incredibly within a short amount of time. Stefan stood behind her and placed his chin on her shoulder.

"Can you please pinch me, Elena? I can't believe that this is my brother", he said.

„I know what you mean", she replied and swayed to the music in his arms.

"I'm extremely curious to see how they continue from here", she added.

"And you're excited about the baby", Stefan replied with a nod.

"You aren't?" she asked.

He smiled. „I am, but I also see possible complications, my dear", he said.

She frowned. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Stefan shrugged. „Well, you've seen what could happen when one of us smells blood. And children frolic around while playing, they hurt themselves from time to time. What if I encounter my nephew or niece and he or she has a sore knee and is bleeding?"

Elena had to smile. This was typically Stefan – anticipating problems before they even occurred.

"In this case, you will hold your breath, try to comfort the little one and inform the parents", she replied.

Lovingly he searched her face. He would've given everything to be able to turn back time. Elena should've had a family, she deserved it, even though he knew he never would've been a part of it. He would've loved to see her doe-brown eyes being passed down to a child, even if it never would've been his own.

After Lexi had helped him to overcome his blood thirst in the beginning, he had started to gain his first doubts about the perfection and advantages of being a vampire. He had watched families with their children, grandparents holding their grandchildren and all those pent up feelings inside him towards what he had been taught as a young man, what he had been raised to be one day, had broken through and nearly thrown him back to on square one.

Lexi had needed to remind him more than once that he wasn't the only vampire who had to cope with never having a family of his own. When he'd met Katherine, his father had been excited to hear Stefan's confession that he'd been honestly interested in her.

For Lexi, the situation must've been even worse in the beginning. A woman of her time had been expected to get married and have children. All girls of her time had been raised that way and had to meet high expectations. Lexi had told him that she had suffered a lot and that those emotions would surface from time to time. Long conversations had helped them both back then.

And now Damon had the unique chance to be a father. After they had turned, they'd never talked about those kind of things. Damon's rage about the whole situation had been too strong to make small-talk.

When'd been young, he'd had the feeling that Damon hadn't been interested in founding a family of his own at all, but maybe that had been simply to oppose their cruel father. At the old estate there had been lots of children and Damon had always been good with them in his human years.