Damon Salvatore

“Wait, I’m sorry, was that supposed to scare me?” She couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. “You got it all wrong, Damon. No one warned you about me.” Her eyes glowed for a moment as she paused her words. He was right though. No one warned her how damn infuriating he was or how hot he was… wait what? Hayley mentally kicked herself for that thought and regained her focus. “I am the Queen of the wolves, but first and foremost, I’m Hope’s mother. She cares about your daughter so I do too. If that means I’m in your way then too damn bad.” The dark haired hybrid watched him a moment and sighed. “I’m sorry for bringing up Elena. You were right. I’d be just as pissed if someone brought up Jackson.” She shook her head. “Look, spite me all you want, but don’t hurt Rowan because of it.”

“You wouldn’t want me to scare you Hayley, so don’t tempt me” he snarled, only inching his face a little closer to hers when her eyes glowed. “Right, the she wolf turned Queen, I’m shaking in my boots” he gasped mockingly before rolling his eyes, leaning back to collect his drink as she babbled on. “Please, you’re a fluffy little bunny compared to the people I’ve been up against, you don’t intimidate me so don’t embarrass yourself.” Damon took a swig at his drink. “Maybe you should keep your nose out of my business then. Consult with my kid all you want, but don’t come at me with your morals and your speeches about how hard it can be to be a parent. You have no influence in my life, I barely listen to the people who do have that influence so why in the hell would I listen to you? Save your breath. I came here to get drunk and have a good time, so if you’re going to keep giving me earache just warn me now so I can leave. You’ve used up my limited patience and I’m a bit of an ass when I’m cranky. Ask anyone.”

“You’re ridiculou-” she started before he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, tensing up quicker than she should have when it came to her father, but her father was also Damon Salvatore. And a drunk Damon Salvatore? She was a little scared. The words that flew out of his mouth, though, were unexpected. Her jaw dropped, she felt tears run to her cheeks. “Please… please don’t…” she said, whimpering at the sensitive subject.

“Please, please don’t...” he repeated, clearly mocking her. His eyes narrowed towards her sad face and he let go of her arm, slouching his arms by his sides. “You can call me all the names under the sun, kid, it doesn’t change the fact you screwed up way before I did. Day and night I was there for you and you still turned to drugs, so don’t turn the waterworks on and expect me to apologize for your mistakes when I won’t even apologize for mine. Just like you lack respect, I lack sympathy...”

“Well, first of all, you could be sober for once and pull your head out of your ass.” She huffed rolling her eyes at him. Hayley was certainly beginning to see why Klaus didn’t get along with him. “No wonder she doesn’t listen to you.” The hybrid sighed running her fingers through her hair. “Rowan needs her father now more than ever. Your daughter needs her parents and since her mother unfortunately can’t be here, it’s up to you to step up.” Hayley paused and shook her head. “You want to fix it? Be there for your daughter. Hold her during her episodes. Hug her when she needs comfort. Tear the town apart trying to find a cure for this stupid curse she’s under. That’s what a father does, Damon.” She snapped resisting the urge to hit Damon. “I mean, I’d bring her mother back just to kick your ass for slacking, but I don’t have that kind of power at the moment.

Damon was almost done tolerating her sticking her nose into his family business, so when she dared to mention Elena, the Salvatore could barely contain the rage in him. “Ok listen here, you don’t know me, you have no right telling me what to do with my family. If I’m messing up then that’s my damn problem, not yours, I don’t want your pep talks on how to be a father to my kids.” Damon growled as he got off his seat. “You also have no right to mention their mother, who do you think you are? You might rule the wolves, but last time I check I’m not one, so falling at your feet and obeying isn’t going to happen and clearly, nobody warned you about me, see, the fact you’ve inserted yourself into my business and told me how to handle it, only makes me want to do the complete opposite just to spite you. Messed up, right? Well that’s me, messy. Not to mention impulsive and easily ticked off. Stay out of my way, Queenie, we’re done here” he snarled, grabbing his jacket as he turned to leave. 

“Actually warped?”, Rowan scoffed. “Yeah because seeing dead people and all of this supernatural shit isn’t making me crazy? I hope you know that although I know that I know it’s supernatural, they still sent me home with a bottle of pills and want to see me again in three weeks,” she said, before pushing past him and out the door, whispering a gentle but angry, “Go fuck yourself,” as she passed.

”But I thought you were a big girl now? Big enough to get a hideous tattoo, big enough to go to a party despite being grounded, so I assumed you would be big enough to handle a few spooks here and there. My bad” he scoffed. Damon didn’t want to argue with her, so he was going to just leave, but when he heard her curse at him, his instincts took over and he caught her arm as she tried to pass, turning her around to face him. He almost cracked.. almost pulled her into his arms, but he was stubborn - just as she was. “Don’t forget to pack your pills, I have no doubt you’ll take them religiously, pill popping is your specialty after all, isn’t it, Rolo?” 

Hayley shook her head and smiled. “I don’t blame you for not wanting her around him. Pretty much why I kept him away from her while she was staying with us. He’d never harm her though. At least I don’t think he would. Not worth the tantrum from Hell that Hope would throw.” Her shoulders shrugged at that. “God, she sounds like me. I never listened at that age either.” A soft chuckle slipped past her lips. “Seriously? She’s not nuts. She’s a sweet kid. Supernatural, huh? Well now that I can understand.” She understood it more than most people could. Downing a shot, Hayley sighed running her fingers through her dark hair. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Hope was already trying to find a way to help Rowan. We’ll both help in any way that we can. Look, she may not listen to you, but that’s normal teenager behavior. You’ve done a good job raising her. Being a teen isn’t easy for any girl and having to deal with something supernatural on top of it makes it a whole hell of a lot worse. At least she has family and friends supporting her. She won’t… she won’t end up half as messed up as I did, you know?”

“So my kids safety relies on two teenagers never falling out - because that never happens now does it?” he looked towards her slightly amused. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past the hybrid to harm anybody, despite the connections they had, but he believed Rowan wouldn’t be stupid enough to piss him off. “Yeah? Well if you’d like to explain it to me that’d be just great because I have no idea how to fix it” he scoffed. Damon scrunched his face up and turned to look at her as she made her passing comments, making it quite clear they were unappreciated. “Right, because I had no idea teenagers were anything other than little angels. - You know what, I have. I have done a good job, probably... Maybe.. Until right now anyway, but that’s my business. So my kid won’t be as messed in the head as you are. Well that’s just aces, all my worries have floated away. Thank you” he mocked in a typical Damon fashion.

Rowan turned quickly, surprised to hear her father’s voice. “I haven’t… It’s been weeks and you’re just now deciding to show up? Where the hell were you when I was in the hospital? But I mean, you clearly know about that. Some support definitely would have been nice though, you know, when they were doping me up on anti-psychotics,” she scoffed, shoving her clothes into her bag even faster. “Just leave me alone. I’m going back to Aunt Care’s. At least she doesn’t reek of over-intoxication and a poor parenting job….”

“Well at least you know you’re not actually warped, I’d say that’s a small plus, wouldn’t you?” he rolled his eyes. Mentioning that he had actually visited her while she was sleeping wouldn’t help matters now. Honestly, he wasn’t going to argue his innocence either. Partly because he was the opposite of it, and partly because he was so sick of the drama. “Right’eo, you’re the boss, kid.” Damon swirled around on his spot and swayed his way out her room and along the corridor. Talking to her when she was mad was like talking to a brick wall, so why even try? Respect was out the window at this point anyway, so why not be the newly formed disappointment she had seen him become? It saddend him, of course it did - but turning pain into sarcasm and detached behavior was something Damon did best. He knew it, his brother knew it, everyone but his children knew it. They never saw that side of him and once upon a time, he actually let himself believe for just a moment that, they never would. That’s what made it all sting that little more. “Make sure you don’t forget your toothbrush” he called out mockingly. 

R&D

Puffing out a breath as he finally reached the house, Damon swayed his way down the path, sighing when he found the door to be open. Drunken eyes and a drink in hand despite the fact it wasn’t even noon, he listened out for who was home. Releasing it was Rowan, he breathed in a deep breath and made his way towards her room. Liquid courage was a beautifully dangerous thing. The vampire rolled his eyes, hoping Caroline wouldn’t make an appearance too. “Fine? Cool, ‘at least you’re not.. you know... crazy” he whispered the last word mockingly as he pulled a face.

Sighing into his drink, he eyed her with absent eyes and shrugged his shoulders as he finished the last sip. “Queen of the wolves, guess it was about time we crossed paths.” Damon placed his glass down and leaned against the bar. “I knew where my daughter was, thanks. If I had it my way she would be nowhere near any Mikaelson’s but who am I to tell a teenager what to do?” Damon raised his brow, flagging the barman to get him another. “So what, you sought me out just to inform me about my own child? Well gee, thanks for that, but you wasted your time.”

Knocking back her drink, Hayley rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Watch it, Salvatore. That’s my family you’re talking about.” She paused to look at him. “Seriously? You’re her father. It’s your job to tell her what to do. Although I’d highly suggest not ruining her friendship with Hope. My daughter is shockingly a good kid considering she’s half Mikaelson.” The brunette pointed out before sighing softly. “Not at all. I just… I know Rowan went to the hospital. Obviously they aren’t going to tell me anything because I’m not family and I’m not about to set a bad example for Hope by compelling a nurse. Okay, maybe I would if it came to it, but out of respect, I thought I would just ask you first. Is Rowan okay?”

“Then you should know better than anyone my comment is more than deserved” he raised a brow and looked towards her. The more she spoke, the more a scoff threatened to erupt from his lips. “Okay, not that it’s any of your business, but I have no intention of ruining anything for her. It’s not your daughter I don’t want her around, it’s Klaus. Now you can’t blame me for not being overjoyed that she’s within biting distance of him but as you can see, I’m not doing anything about it. I can tell Rowan what to do, Hayley, but getting her to actually listen is a completely different matter” he frowned further, growing more irritated with the brunette as the seconds went on. “Is she okay?” Damon snorted, shotting back his drink. “They think she’s nuts. They can’t help her because her issues aren’t medical, they’re supernatural. So no, she’s actually not okay, but she’s not in hospital anymore.” Damon shrugged. Rowan wasn’t aware Damon had been checking in on her. It pained him to know that she probably thought he didn’t care, but care was the exact reason he was avoiding her. The vampire wouldn’t admit it, but he was scared to look her in the eyes, fearing if he did, he wouldn’t see his daughter anymore, but a stranger staring back.

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Sitting himself up as she drew near to him, his eyes subconsciously avoided hers as he continued to replay the events of that night. Damon knew she didn’t deserve what he did to her. But what could he do about it now? What’s done is done. As she took a grip in his hair, he frowned and followed her movements, looking towards her just as she was requesting. The look on her face was one of anger, but not just that - hurt and confusion also. Though it had been decades, he was betting that what she was asking him had been playing on her mind for quite some time. “Why what?” Damon smirked, almost like he was taunting her. The elder vampire was more than capable of pushing her away, but for some reason he didn’t. Instead, he just sat comfortably, his shoulders slouching in a drunken defeat. “You got in my way, Alex” he began, breathing out a sigh through his nose. 

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