I was at your beck and call, but you never called. I did everything you asked of me but it was never enough, I killed my own brother for you and you still wouldn't love me. His body rotted away in front of me and you didn't even shed a tear for your old love. I never realised how much you were like her until that day, I never realised how much worse you were. She never would have done what you did; she valued him even if she did like to play with him. She loved him; at least she knew how to love. Creatures like you are deprived of that ability, creatures like you and I can only pretend and that is why we were drawn to one another but maybe if you had of loved me, maybe I could love you.

"You need to do this Damon, he won't stop, and you need to end this." You were scared, so scared of him and all you had to do was to point in his direction with that oh-so-contrived look on your face and I took care of him, like he wasn't my own flesh and blood and after so many years who could be sure he still was. As soon as the deed was done his body began to contort with jerking movements that imitated the contortions of my mind. The discoloration, evidence of our inhuman nature, even in death we were something else to behold.

You let out a sound, almost like a laugh but somehow smaller, and I knew you played me. You the prodigy child and I just your instrument awaiting the strums of your beat, so the song was over, only this was no ordinary rhythm, this was a death march specially designed for us and orchestrated by you, our goddess.

"Damon, I'm sorry you're upset but it had to be done." That same line from when you orchestrated the kill on Kol. You happen to like the power. How I didn't see it before is shocking.

"Elena, stop." And you stopped talking, just like that, the 'sire bond' we thought made you my toy. We never realised that in the absence of free will you would become such a manipulative toy, you found ways of getting your way without any active participation. You begged me to fight the compulsion when it inconvenienced you, said if I loved you I could fight it, like Stefan did, but you never fought yours, never even tried.

"We can't be together anymore." The look of horror that crossed you made me feel physically ill, though I don't get sick. I steeled myself for your response, preparing myself for your fight.

"No"

"Elena, you need to go, live a full life, you need to be free." I hadn't realised that my eyes were closed; I readied myself for your face and opened them. But you were gone; it was almost like you were never there to begin with. The dull ache of loneliness pounded deep within and I wondered if I could ever be whole without you.