You had always known about Stefan. You had been told about them in your mothers whispered stories. You knew she had been pregnant you before she was a heretic and Stefan was still human. You knew about how Julian had nearly killed you with a potential miscarriage when your mom was pregnant with you and hated Julian for it.

So when the Heretics and Lily got out of the prison world, you came across Stefan for the first time. Stefan the ripper of Monterey. Stefan Salvatore, your father.

Stefan stared at you. He didn't try to bind you to anything. He had realized you were a Heretic like your mom. A siphoner witch and vampire hybrid. Restraints wouldn't work on you. He handed you a blood bag.

You stare at him. You weren't sure if it was a trick.

Stefan stared back, green eyes wary but otherwise calm.

"Take the bag. It's been days since you fed."