(First draft)
I haven't posted a story in ages, probably due to the fact I have been putting together a book instead. I suddenly realised that it was time I had a break from that story before writer's block hit me and decided to finish this one and post it up ASAP. But as always it shall be chapter by chapter.
This is my first Vampire Diaries fanfic, please enjoy!
Prologue:
"I'm sick of you pretending that you don't care." Stefan said hating the fact that Damon got so much lee-way with acting the way that he did, he knew that he was part to blame and that made him even more determined to force him to change back to the way he had been before they had ever met Katherine.
"And I don't care for how you think you know what goes on inside my head." Damon said pouring the remainder of his drink down his throat, returning the glass to the table and promptly starting to leave.
"Where are you going now?" Stefan said not liking the way that Damon kept avoiding everything personal by walking away from him.
"For once, just leave it. Ok?" Damon threatened, not in his usual manner but in a way that told Stefan that he was sick of fighting with him, especially about himself. Truth be told Damon had no idea where he was going; all he knew was that he had to get away from Stefan and all his stupid questions. Damon knew exactly why he was the way that he was; it just wasn't any of Stefan's business.
Damon wasn't even tipsy, the alcohol just took the edge off a little. If he knew nothing would go wrong he would have turned off his emotions in a heartbeat; but that was his life. He had to live with his guilt, his pain and had to keep it together. If he didn't then who would be left to keep Stefan together because when all was said and done, Elena was human and would grow old and die and wouldn't be there any more. If the Ripper inside of Stefan got out he would tear the people of this town apart; literally. So Damon had to be the bad guy, or else a worse guy would take his place, but even the bad guy's need a day off once in a while.
When Damon started paying attention to where he was, he found that he was sitting inside his car driving along the dimly lit road. He started seeing familiar landmarks and then he knew exactly where he was driving, he knew he shouldn't, but he allowed himself to indulge as there were worse things he could be doing right now and the fact that he chose to go see her instead meant that he still had hope and he wasn't quite ready to let go of it just yet.
He parked outside her house, turned the engine of the car off and just sat watching. This was not the first time he had done this and he knew that it would not be the last, but it gave him time to think and paradoxically, time to forget his problems.
Please review :) and compare to my earlier work, I feel the way I am writing now gives it more substance.
