Set after the battle with Klaus. May be a two shot. WARNING!: Character death.

KPOV
I looked around at the burning field we were all standing in. It was over. Klaus was dead, Elena was safe, and the town is at peace. For now.

But looking around, something was wrong. Something was missing.

Stefan and Elena were wrapped up in their own little world. Caroline and her wolf pup were awkwardly smiling and hugging each other. The witch and her human were holding each other whispering sickening little words. And the teacher was on the phone, starting to try to explain things to his girlfriend. But where was Damon?

Could he not handle all the love, or destruction, of the day? He'd never been able to handle a lot of death, funny, now that he causes it so often. Was it Stefan and Elena? Could he not stand seeing the woman he loved in his brother's arms again? Or was he making sure it was all over?

Better question, why do I suddenly care?

I was getting bored watching all the happiness and burning bodies, so I decided to look for him. He couldn't have gone too far, so it shouldn't be hard. I searched the permimiter and around in the woods, but couldn't track him down. I went around again, slower and more carefully this time, but couldn't find him anywhere. Maybe he just went home.

Then I caught his scent. It was strong, too strong, like he'd lost a lot of blood...

That must have been it, he'd been hurt, but being Damon he wouldn't tell anyone. He'd wait for it to heal into a scar and come up with a lie for it later. Well, I was going to crash his little party, besides it was a normal kind of injury. Originals only use the finest stakes, so it wasn't gonna heal fast and it was gonna hurt.

"Damon..." I called lightly in a sing-song voice, not wanting to alert Caroline and Stefan on what I was doing. "Damon...where are you?" I got no reply. Following his scent deeper and deeper into the woods it only got stronger.

"Damon this isn't funny!" I said. "Get your ass out here right now!" I heard my own voice shaking in fear. He was doing this to get at me. To scare me.

"Please?" I whispered. Then I heard it.

It was a soft sound, nearly quiet to even vampire ears. A groan of pain. Ha ha, gotcha!

I followed the noise into the darkest, coldest, and creepiest part of the woods, where the he smell of his blood hit the strongest. I ran around a tree, ready to scare the hell out of him, but I couldn't see him.

"Damon?" I asked, looking around. "Where are you? I know you're here! I can smell you!"

"Katherine?" He said weakly. I looked at the ground, where I'd heard his voice, and my stomach clenched.

He was covered in blood from deep wounds. Wounds that wouldn't be able to heal. There was blood seeping through is shirt, his jeans, and he coughing it up. I dropped to my knees next to him, my motherly instincts kicking in.

"You're gonna be okay." I said,as I pulled his head into my lap"You're gonna be fine, Damon. STEFAN!" I yelled

"Don't do that." He whispered, I felt my fangs trying to coming out, but I blocked the feeling. Now wasn't the time.

"Do what?" I asked, looking over my shoulder, listening for his brother or Caroline.

"Don't call him. Don't make him watch his brother die a second time." He whispered. "And don't lie to me. I'm not going to be okay."

I looked down into his eyes and wiped the blood off his face, but it was only replaced by more. He was losing too much, I could see his hands turning grey, I knew it was almost over.

"It hurts." He said, shifting, then moaning in pain. "A lot worse than I thought it would. And I've thought about this a lot." I brushed the hair away from his forehead. My tears fell from my yes, steaking the blood on his face. I may not love him, but never, never wanted to see him hurt again.

"What happened?" I whispered. "How did you get this torn up?" I looked at his body and almost flinched.

"We missed one. He tried to get away. I couldn't let that happen. He's dead, but so am I." He coughed up more blood, getting it on me, but I didn't care. My outfit was already stained anyway.

"Katherine...I need you to tell her! Tell Elena that I love her, please." He whisper begged.

"You're sure?" He nodded and closed his eyes.

"No! Don't leave me yet!" I cried. I wasn't ready for this. I never thought about losing one of boys and now that it was happening it was too unreal.

"I'm not. Just...resting my eyes..." He murmured, his eyes fluttering shut again, even tough he was trying to keep them open.

"Talk to me, sweetie. Please."

"What's there to say?" He murmured. "I'm just glad it's finally over."

"Don't say that." I said, feeling bad.

"It's true. I've wanted it over for years, but I had you to live for. Then I find out you never wanted me and I know Elena never will..." My heart broke for him, just like it had when he was human.

"Why did you always put yourself down like that?" I whispered. "Ever since I met you, you couldn't ever say anything positive about yourself unless you were being sarcastic or you were drunk."

"All I've heard were bad things about myself, unless someone was sarcastic or drunk...or drinking from me...Can I rest now?" He asked, closing his eyes again.

"No, you have to stay..." His arms were turning that nasty color gray that signaled death, and it was moving up quickly to his neck.

"Make it stop!" He moaned. "Please!" I knew it hurt, it had too.

"I can't..." I said, tears starting to stream out of my eyes. "I can't do it to you..."

"PLEASE!" He nearly screamed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, Damon!" I cried, as his face turned gray and brilliant blue eyes closed forever.

So that's kinda sad. Let me know if you want another chapter. should be a 2shot...