:C This is my new Vampire Dairies story. It's based on the books AND the TV series, so if you haven't seen both then this might get confusing. But for now, just ENJOY! :D ;C

Damon's Point of View

Fury overwhelmed me. Katherine wasn't in the tomb. After everything I went through just to see her again, she wasn't in there.

And it doesn't help that Elena is a living replica of Katherine, and my stupid mop-head brother has her all to himself.

I'd never actually admit it to anyone, but I envy Stefan. Even in the past, he was father's favourite, and I was just pure disappointment. And after all these years, Stefan still hates hunting, even if he's just killing a petty mouse. When I hunt, I don't feel anything. Prey is prey, food is food. I don't feel guilty – I just stay emotionally detached. Like I do most of the time. And now, Stefan has the girl while I'm left with an empty tomb.

I wanted to punch something, anything – or maybe drink half the girls in the town to make me feel better. But it was no use and I knew it. Crazy as it sounded, I needed to see Elena.

I had the boarding house keys in my hand with the car keys.

Oh screw it! I thought. I'll run.

However, I never entered the boarding house. Instead, I went all the way to Elena's house, hoping my instincts were telling me the right thing.

And sure enough, when I got there, I could see Elena in the soft golden light of her room. She was sitting on her bed, writing in a book with a velvety cover.

"You should really draw the curtains when it's dark", I said calmly. Elena jumped in surprise, then looked up and saw me perching in a tree by her bedroom window. "You might attract a hungry vampire."

"Damon, what is it?" she asked impatiently, getting straight to the point. Stefan was right; Elena was a lot different from Katherine, apart from the fact that she was the spitting image of her. NO, I will NOT think of Katherine any more tonight, I thought.

"Can you invite me in?" I asked. "It's a lot less awkward to talk to you then." I flashed her one of my blinding smiles.

"I'm not falling for that Damon, and you know it." She was frowning at me now. Maybe this was a bad idea…

"I just wanted to talk to you", I replied, a little insulted. I shifted uncomfortably on my branch.

"Listen, if it's about Katherine, I'm not interested. I'm sorry Damon, but I've only just got over the fact that I look like her, and first Stefan came to me because I looked like her, and now you. I just can't deal with this right now. Oh, and did I forget to mention that Bonnie's gran, Grams, died tonight after the ritual? Bonnie's a mess and I've just come home after trying to calm her down, and now I really just want to sleep. So I'm sorry Damon, but I just don't want to hear it."

Ouch. That struck home. I'd come to Elena hoping for reassurance, maybe a little pep talk, and I'd upset her. I hadn't meant to hurt her. I hadn't meant to hurt anyone in fact. Not that anyone would believe me.

I looked at Elena. Her expression was stern, one command glinting in her angry eyes – get OUT of here!

I dropped down from the tree, feeling even worse than I had earlier. And now there was only one thing left to do - return to the boarding house.

I ran slowly, thinking. I didn't want to think, especially after tonight, but I'd been left with a lot to think about.

I DIDN'T think about Katherine, instead I counted all the reasons for people to hate me.

1 – I was an evil, soulless monster – the obvious

2 – I'd dragged everyone into this mess with me, giving them no option out

3 – When I first came here, I killed unthinkingly, not caring about the consequences which kept building up and eventually led Elena to find out about vampires

4 – Someone had died tonight because of me, and now Bonnie was in a state

5 – I used to use Caroline and influence her, proving that I can't be trusted

6 – I've pretty much followed my brother throughout the years, destroying all chances he's ever had of a happy life

The list goes on and on.

It made me come to a conclusion. I would leave town, tonight. That way maybe I wouldn't cause this town and its inhabitants any more grief.

I arrived at the boarding house and rushed up the stairs to "my room." I literally threw my clothes into my suitcase, anguish at myself being the dominant emotion that I could feel. I quickly went through my valuables, trying to decide which ones to pack and which ones to destroy. I unfolded a picture of Katherine, then aggressively ripped it into shreds. It's a shame I wouldn't get I chance to burn it. But if I was going to leave this town, then I'd have to do it now.

I picked up the suitcase, about to rush out of the room, when Stefan appeared in the doorway. Great! Just what I needed right now.

"Get out of my way!" I growled.

"What's going on?" he asked suspiciously, not moving.

"I'm leaving, that's what!" I shouted, and shoved him out of the way.

"Damon, wait!" Something in his voice made me stop. It was almost pained. "I'm not going to stop you from leaving . . . but if this is the last time I will see my brother, then we should at least have a good memory to end on, shouldn't we?"

I sighed. He was right. But if he thought that whatever we do tonight will stop me from leaving, he'll have another thing coming. I'll still be gone before dawn.

Stefan came and clapped me on the back, a sign of brotherhood that he had never shown before, and looked straight at me.

"Let's get drunk", he suggested lightly. I burst out laughing at pure shock at his suggestion. Stefan really was going to miss me, then.

"You, drunk?" I chuckled. "Isn't that impossible?"

"It's happened before", Stefan chuckled back. "You just haven't witnessed it yet."

"Then I'm in!" I laughed. I might as well give my brother one GOOD memory with me.

Four hours later

We were both pretty drunk, well – that's if you consider singing OH! WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! really loudly as being drunk. I still remembered my plan though – when Stefan was too drunk to notice, and he WAS getting drunk easier than me, then I would slip out of the house and just keep running. I didn't care if I wouldn't be able to walk in a straight line, as long as I got as far away from Mystic Falls as I could.

More drunk bits next time! ;) What do you think? Please R&R :) THANK YOU! :C (vampire face)

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