The Original Family

The Truth

(I love Daniel & Paul)

As for the contest I has too people in mind.

Second place winner is Love_demon I will use your character but I'm changing it a little bit! Sorry babes :* but I like you idea and I wanted to give you a chapter ASAP. Instead of making David an vampire he is gonna be a human... you'll see once you read the chapter I have big plans for him so don't sleep on it :)!

First place winner is Char_b_xx, your character Charlotte will be coming into the story very soon so wait out for that ;). I have many ideas for Charlotte and I may even give her a love story/Spinoff.

"So why're you back in town?" the barstool next to me moves and I didn't need to look up to know who it was. I was sitting at the bar in the Mystic Grill sipping my tequila and lime and I really didn't want to deal with this certain someone right now.

"My family, Damon." I answer. "You of all people should know how important family is. Not that you care anyway."

"What makes you think I don't care about family?" he was getting agitated.

"You chose a girl over your brother and decided to hold it against him when you thought she died," I explained. "Honestly, you should've realized what a skanky little manipulative bitch Katerina Petrova was from the moment you met her. And if you had, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be having this conversation because you probably would've died a hundred and fifty years ago had you never met Katerina and gone back to fight for the Confederacy."

I look over at Damon and he seemed to be trying to figure me out.

"I'm old, Damon. I'm almost as old as an Original, give or take a few decades. You come to learn a lot more quickly as the years pass. Plus, I'd heard about you before."

I got off of the barstool and left before he could say anything.

"Oh," I turn around. "I know you're not a huge fan of my father and Uncle Klaus, but just keep in mind that a Petrova doppelgänger did get between them, but they managed to forgive each other. Then again, my grandmother did use her blood to turn them and their siblings into vampires..."

I walk out of the grill and start towards my car, but before I can get there, Damon is leaning up against the driver's side door, making getting into my car impossible.

"I'm not in the mood for this, Damon," I sigh. "I have too much to deal with right now."

"You're over nine hundred years old," he retorts. "I'm sure you've learned some stress management skills by now."

"Thank you for pointing out my age," I say sarcastically. "If you were a true gentleman, you wouldn't have done that."

"Whatever," he rolls his gorgeous blue eyes. "I need some help."

I couldn't believe Damon Salvatore, of all people, was asking me to help him. Had he lost his damn mind?

I considered helping him for a split second, but decided against it because of everything he'd done to me. I was still pissed about him shooting me with vervain darts, tying me up with vervain soaked rope and then trying to stake me. Still, I was curious as to what he wanted.

"What do you want?" I ask, morbidly curious.

"I need you to help me figure out my vampire bloodline," he explains. "We need to kill Klaus and if he's the sire of my bloodline, then I'm as good as dead."

He had lost his damn mind. Asking an Original's daughter to help kill her uncle? Was he crazy?

"You've got to be kidding me," I chuckle. "Why on earth would you ask me to help? Knowing that I'm a part of the Mikaelson family. Have you lost your damn mind?"