#i didn't just...

.............I will just stay quiet now not to make the situation worse.

When Damon walked in, he found that the lights weren't working. With an angered sigh he found some candles and a lighter, just for a little light. "Anyone home?!" Called the vampire as he walked into the very empty Boarding House. After an echo travelled around the house, Damon shrugged. He took off his black leather jacket and threw it onto the couch as he moved towards the kitchen. "Well if no-body's here no-one will mind if I get extremely drunk." He muttered to himself, walking towards the liquor cabinet. Suddenly a voice came out of no-where. "I used to do that too, Damon." Damon looked around, confused. The voice sounded oddly familiar... He knew it was coming from the entrance of the kitchen, but for some reason his body wouldn't let him turn around to reveal who exactly it was. He spoke again, "You are more like me then I thought."  "Father." His voice came out as a whisper. Damon forced himself to turn around, looking at his father. He began internally freaking out. "This isn't real, this can't be.. Wh-why are you here?" "Damon, this is my house." He said as he started walking towards him, Damon backed up.  "Stay the fuck away!" He yelled, he sped towards the door, but his father was now standing in front of it. Panicking, he backed up and unknowingly knocked a candle over. Damon, still scared and confused, sped down to the cellar. Only to find him there as while. "This is impossible!" He shouted, "You are dead! Stefan killed you!" Damon was backing away from Giuseppe again, not really understanding what to do, Damon managed to lock himself inside the cellar's panic room, where Stefan had locked him when he had the wolf bite. The only way he could get out was if someone let him out.  "Yes. He did. And now you will die as well." With that his father disappeared, and Damon noticed the smell of smoke...