I haven't written anything in a long time, but I don't like how they are destroying Damon and his relationship with everyone, especially Stefan and Elena. I hope you enjoy it!
I've got a head start on the next chapter, so it shouldn't be too long before it's posted! (The other chapters will be longer!) Let me know what you think!
"Damon."
"Damon."
"Damon!"
He jerks awake. He's alone, and covered in sweat like he's nine years old again woken by some nightmare. Except that he hasn't had a nightmare in over a hundred years, he is the nightmare. Sure, he's got regrets, but none that plague his dreams, not like this one. He can still hear the voice from his dream as clear as if she was right next to him. At first he thought it was his mother, but this voice wasn't tainted or tortured. It almost sounds like Katherine, but this voice was desperate and he could feel the love radiating from it. Katherine had neither of those traits, and she would never call out to him for help. That was reserved for only Stefan. He looks around and he's surrounded by nothing but empty bottles of bourbon and death. Bodies hanging everywhere. Silence fills the room. Not a single soul for as far as his supernatural hearing can hear.
He picks up the only bottle with bourbon still in it and chugs that last remnants of it. The burn feels good. It makes him not feel empty. He's surprised at this thought. He's never much cared about feeling empty inside before. He's never cared much at all about anything. But in this moment he feels like a part of him is missing.
He leans back against the wall and tries to place this familiar voice, one that he's sure he's never heard in his life, but strangely feels like coming home after a long time. A part of him wants to get up and find Enzo because he shouldn't be bothered to care this much, but instead he closes his eyes and tries to hear her again, tries to see her. He's wracking his brain, going through memory after memory of his long life but she's not there. He doesn't even know who she is. She could be anyone. All he can see is a blurry image, and she's surround by white light. No matter how close he tries to get to her she gets further away.
"Damon."
She's crying out for him and he can't speak. Not that he doesn't have anything to say because he feels like she's the confessional he needs and he has no idea why. He just can't get to her. He's desperate and he doesn't do desperate. Especially for someone who possibly doesn't exist.
"Damon please!"
His eyes fly open and they scan the room, before he knows it he's on his feet pulling body after body off the hooks he so neatly placed them on to make sure they were dead. He's searching for any life that he can blame the mystery voice on. This time he wasn't asleep and her voice was filled with pain. Not just pain but anguish. He knows he's got two choices. He can figure out why he's hearing her or he can ignore it. He thinks that maybe this is his karma, he's being haunted and who ever the voice belonged to wanted to make him go mad. That much he knew he deserved.
"What in the bloody hell happened here?"
"Enzo?"
"Who else? Ah…you were expecting Sybil."
He has to think who Sybil is for a minute and with Enzo looking at him like he's grown another head he realizes how confused he must look. Because for some unknown reason nothing at all makes sense. He knows why he's here and what he's doing but it doesn't feel right. And that's how he's absolutely positive something is wrong because Damon Salvatore doesn't do right. But right know he has he has to do what he does best and deflect before Enzo starts asking questions. Questions he himself doesn't have answers for.
"Sybil, right, never know when she'll pop up."
"You okay there mate?"
"Yeah, walking on water."
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Not lately."
"Good thing for us."
"Too much blood and bourbon is all. Let's get the hell out of dodge before my savior of a brother finds us."
"He's never going to stop Damon."
"Then we'll make him."
"Really? How do you plan on that? We have one option Damon."
"Stefan lives, got it? If one strand of hero hair is harmed on his head so help me." He's got Enzo by the collar and no clue as to why he's so furious. He's wanted his brother dead numerous time, and it almost came down to it a few more than he'd like to admit, but deep down something in him knows that he has to make sure Stefan survives.
"Relax! I'm not going to kill him, but she might."
"Not if she wants this done. Now lets go."
Once he's left Enzo go he grabs his leather jacket off of the floor and makes his way to his car. All he knows is he needs to get as far away from this place as possible. He waits for Enzo to climb into the passenger seat before taking off like he's running from everything he can't face. Everything he doesn't want to face.