Isabel Petrova

Chapter Four: He's my what?

I look down at my phone and read the text.

I um looked up Damon 4 u and well he knew your mother around the same time she would have conceived you... ~Slater

What do you mean?? R U saying that Damon Salvatore a random Vampire I just met today is my father?? ~Isa

I'm not just saying this crap to make make a joke, the facts are all here. I'll email you everything. ~Slater

Ugh okay thank u Slater <3 ~Isa

I text him back and drop my phone. The "Gang" and Angela look at me before Ang rushes over to me.

"Isa, what's wrong? I know that look better than anyone."

"I got the info I needed now come on there is an emergency that we must take care of. Elena, Bonnie, Stefan, Caroline, thank you so much for your help; but we really must go." I rush out.

I grab my phone and run to the car at a human pace.

Angela is hot on my heels. As we near the car, I stop and start to really process the information in which I have received. How the hell is it even possible? What if he doesn't believe me? What if he doesn't want anything to do with me? All these questions are buzzing through my brain.

I unlock the car doors and Angela gets in the driver's seat since I am in no condition to drive.

"So, what is the news that made you completely freeze up?"

"Angela that man that we met in the Grill, he is my father. Slater said that my mother was with him for a year before she conceived and that they had an intimate relationship. He also said that all the facts and dates line up and that I am indeed the love child of Katerina Petrova and Damon Salvatore."

"Well hell, Bell, I was right. Now, are you going to tell him? I mean you could just let him live out his Vampire existence without knowing if you're not ready to meet him."

I look up at the sky. It's a bright blue with white puffy clouds. I glance at Angela before answering.

"I want him to know, but I'm scared. I mean what if he doesn't want me to be a part of his life? What if he doesn't believe me? Ang, I have all these questions and no answers," I sigh and hit the back of my head off of the headrest of the car.

"Look, I know that all of this is really confusing at the moment, but don't let that stop you from finally finding out the truth. Isabel Petrova, you have been searching for your father for years and now you finally did. Use your Petrova fire and talk to him. I'll be by your side the entire time," Angela rants.

I look at her and sigh. I know she's right. I have the Petrova fire and I need to use it. I need to stay calm and face my fear of actually meeting him. We pass through the town square and head to our apartment.

"You're right Ang, I need to face this head-on. I think I will walk down to the Grill later and see if he's there... or I could just text Slater and ask him for the Salvatore's address-" I'm cut off by Angela.

"Or you could just ask Stefan for the address I mean I have all the "Gang's" phone numbers."

"Wait, you're telling me that while I was in my own little world earlier you befriended all of them? That was bloody brilliant," I state and relax as we pull up to the apartment.

She smiles at my compliment.