In a time when Damon is in dire need of help with saving basic vampire rights, he awakens the only person he knows that can help him resolve the mess he's made.
Damon x Female OC
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I SAT AT A CORNER TABLE IN THE COZY, dimly lit restaurant known as "The Grill." The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery created a soothing background ambiance as I waited for Beverly to arrive. A waitress named Kelly approached my table, her warm smile brightening the atmosphere. Her pregnant belly protruded, obviously nearing her due date. "Hello there, sweetie. What can I get you this morning?"
I returned her smile and gestured to the empty cup on the table. "I'll have a coffee, extra cream please."
Kelly jotted down my order with a nod and a friendly wink. "You got it. Coffee's on its way."
As she headed back toward the counter, I couldn't help but fidget with the edge of my jacket, my anticipation growing with each passing moment. When Beverly arrived at the table, I greeted her with a nod, my curiosity piqued by the tan file she held in her hands. The anticipation of uncovering the secrets that had eluded me for so long was palpable, and I accepted the file with a sense of urgency.
"Thank you, Beverly," I said, my voice low but filled with gratitude.
Beverly nodded in understanding, her gaze steady and determined. "Your father has been on the move, Lana, like a true hunter. The information in that file should give you some insight into his whereabouts since you were entombed." With trembling hands, I opened the file and began to scan through the contents. The pages were filled with reports, sightings, and notes detailing my father's movements across various locations. It was a trail that painted a picture of a man driven by a relentless pursuit, a man who had dedicated his life to a cause that had remained shrouded in secrecy. Not a loving, caring father like I remembered.
I looked up from the file, my eyes widening in surprise at Beverly's revelation. "How do you know about me being entombed and all of this?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of disbelief.
Beverly's expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her voice low and confidential. "Lana, I was best friends with your mother, Constance." Beverly continued, her eyes reflecting a deep sense of connection to my family's history. "Your mother trusted me with many of her secrets, and when you were entombed, she made sure that I knew about it. She wanted me to look out for you, to keep you safe." The revelation left me both surprised and grateful. My mother's actions, her foresight in entrusting Beverly with my well-being, painted a picture of a woman who had cared deeply for her daughter.
"Well, do you maybe have the answer to why I was entombed?" I asked, my posture straight as I swirled my metal spoon around in my ceramic mug. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration as Beverly shook her head in response to my question. The mystery surrounding my entombment was one of the central enigmas of my past, and it seemed that even my mother's closest friend did not possess the answers. "It's all right," I said with a sigh, trying to conceal my disappointment. "I suppose some things were meant to remain hidden."
