Stefan Salvatore's daughter ~ Miracle

16. Related?

- No! Buzzkill Bob, says my uncle drunkenly. I sigh sadly and annoyed at the same time when dad enters the room. Greetings.

- Can we talk? Asks Dad to the both of us as he comes standing beside me. Uncle Damon nods but don't move. Without the Tri-Delts.

- Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets, smirks and chuckles Damon. Dad gets his way through at him and I follow. Damon, dad and I converse in a private corner while the girls lounge around on the sofas, sleeping or unconcious. Uncle Damon has a bottle of booze in hand. You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I spent the last 145 years with one goal.

- I personally don't call this good, I say frowning sadly as I stare at the bottle and then him. Dad doesn't say anything but I can tell he is as hurt as I am.

- Get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want, tells us Damon as he drinks from the bottle his beverage.

- That's kind of what I'm afraid of, replies my father concerned about my uncle state.

- Relax. I haven't killed anyone in... He sighs, too long, smirks Damon.

- Those girls? I question arching a brow.

- Will end up in their dorm with headaches, think they blacked out. Business as usual. Predictable you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk. So drink up. He pushes the bottle into dad's chest. Spill it, brother. Dad grabs the bottle and places it to his side.

- There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke, mentions my father. I frown and quickly look up at him confused. Why is he mentioning this woman? what is he talking about firstly? Isn't Isobel my teacher's dead wife?

- You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously? Questions my uncle frowning now.

- You killed her, accused my father.

- What's your point?

- I just-just wanna know if you remember anything about her, he is lying, I can tell that my father is lying.

- Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack, Stefan, grimaces Uncle Damon. I hate when he is that drunk.

- Well, think hard. It's important, tells sternly my father. I stay standing between the two men as Damon grabs dad's shoulder and whispers in his ear.

- Nothing is important, not anymore. He claps my dad on the shoulder and pulls away, grabbing the bottle from my father's hand. Great chat. I have to go and exploit some women in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand. "TTFN", said the Tri-Delt. Heh. Damon walks back to the girls laying on the sofas as I sigh and look down. Dad grabs my hand and leads me out of the room which I think is better for now. I don't even want to finish my blood bag because I am not hungry anymore.

Jenna's P.O.V.

After I told Elena about her biological mother, I send a text message to Alaric to ask him to meet me at the Grill. I have to hang those banners there for the Founder's Fundraiser. I take my jacket and go to my car. I start the engine and drive to the Grill. Alaric was already waiting for me. I smile as I approach him. We embrace each other before entering the Grill and command drinks. We take them and go outside to hang those banners.