I Need To See Her

"Another one?" the compelled hostess asked and I looked up, noticing that her eyes darted to my left leg which continued it incessant tapping. My fingers agitatedly drumming on my thigh while my bewildered gaze continued to frantically search around the plane.

Her eyes then fell back to the empty glass in my hand and I nodded frantically. "Please" I muttered and smiled weakly when she accepted it, disappearing into the back after sending me one more sympathetic smile. However, I ignored her concern because I had compelled her to continue refilling my glass.

The reason behind my consumption of seventeen – maybe even twenty glasses of scotch – I lost count but it didn't matter. I needed as much liquor courage I could master because what I was about to do was probably the most stupid and ridiculous thing but I had to.

Just to prove this further, my phone began to ring and several heads whipped around to glare at me. Not that I cared.

Hypocrites. I knew they had theirs on too.

I ignored their stares and answered the call, cutting off the other hostess with a sharp look. "What?" I called over the line.

He must've taken note of my annoyance because he urgently retorted, "Where are you?" he asked with an apprehensive tone that reminded me of the creases that always formed on his forehead when he worried.

"500 feet in the air" I replied lazily, both annoyed but also expecting this call.

"What?!" my little brother screamed over the line. "You need to come back!" he demanded and I rolled my eyes at his loudness and attempt at commanding me. When I offered no reply, he sighed over the line and I knew he was trying to calm himself. "We can figure this out" he murmured and I still gave no reply but released a tired sigh.

-FLASHBACK-

Apparently people found the good in you when you die.

It explained why Elena's friends had stopped by and regarded me with pity and even Caroline had started crying over me.

Also, it was the only explanation as to why Elena was now cradling my heavy form to her side; how her arms had to hold me to her side as she dragged me into the living room; how she left my head on her shoulder when stretching her hand to grab the blood bag and lift it to my lips; how she would stare down at me like I was a sick puppy.

Though, I was accepting her kindness, I hated how weak I was and even more that she and her friends had witnessed this sight of me. "It's going to be okay" she murmured but I could easily read into her frantic need to believe the words. "Stefan will be back and he'll-"

Whatever words of peace she wanted to offer, were hastily cut off with the loud slam of the door.

We craned our heads to the door, watching as my brother passed through the doorway and I fully understood the blanched look on his face.

With a small smile, I nodded in appreciation…not just for trying.

-FLASHBACK END-

Of course I hadn't expected the controlling hybrid jerk, who we had tried to kill countless times, to decide and help us – better yet me. Stefan and his little girlfriend had been naïve enough to believe that there was a cure and that the hybrid would give it.

So, rather than sitting around and wallowing in self-pity, I left. I didn't bother to pack any bags – seeing as I didn't really need any. Neither did I bother to leave some sappy note behind because it just wasn't my style. Leaving mysteriously and not having to deal with people's tears sounded more appealing.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asked.

I considered lying and maybe even ending the call but decided to keep it vague. "Washington" I replied casually.

"Washington?!" he screamed again and I fought against holding the phone away from my ear. "Why?"

Again, I wanted to lie to him but decided against it because maybe I could stop him from coming in after me. I could already hear his heavy breathing as he paced, followed by the slight jingle of keys and a door being slammed. "I need to see her…" I answered with a low hiss and closed my eyes when feeling the heat return and blaze through my veins.

Thankfully, Stefan had responded with his own silence and I could hear him take deep breaths to calm himself. He knew exactly who I was talking about. It was one of those rare moments where my brother understood my actions and hopefully respected them. "She won't exactly give you a pleasant welcome" he laughed feebly over the line and I managed a small smile.

My fingers were still gripping my left arm as I tried to soothe the pain and see past it. "I just need to see her" I gritted, hoping he wouldn't read too much into it.

"Look, Damon, I understand but…" he paused and I released a shaky exhale, knowing he was going to try and order me around again. "…you need to come back" he pleaded with an unexpected desperation. "We'll find another way" he repeated his previous words and I squeezed my eyes shut again.

I swallowed down the usual insults that would spill and found other words to leave him with. "I'm sorry" I whispered truthfully and curled my hands into tight clenched fists at the sound of his sharp intake of breath. There were a lot of other things that I could say to him but there wasn't enough time. "Goodbye brother" I murmured and before giving him a chance to reply, I ended the call.

When setting my phone back into my pocket, I tried to push off the annoying emotions that came flooding back. Fortunately, I, and the others in the plane were distracted with the static voice of the pilot. "We will soon be landing in Sea-Tac airport"

"Buckle up" I muttered and welcomed the drink that had finally arrived.

A/N: Who is this girl?

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