Hey guys. Just a fic I've been thinking of writing awhile. I haven't written for some time so this probably isn't my best work but do give it a try.
Set somewhere during Season 4, before the break-up between Stefan and Elena.
Brotherly-love, next chapter should be up soon if things go my way. And do leave me a review. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.
The house is quiet.
Damon stares at the glass of bourbon in his hand, swirling the liquid slowly. The drink should look inviting, as it always has. A frown touches the vampire's forehead. Bourbon helped keep the thirst for blood at bay. But he has long controlled that desire.
No. He needs it to keep sane.
Damon smirks silently to himself. Sanity. He fell over the edge ages ago, shortly after he became a vampire. Pretending to be someone he was not, someone he soon became, and now that same someone who can't be that someone anymore.
The door opens.
He pours another glass with bourbon. "Want some?"
Stefan raises an eyebrow but nods. He enters and leans against the back of the couch casually. "You called? Sounded urgent."
Damon shrugs. "Oh, it's nothing important." He glances at his brother. "Here." Hands over the drink.
The younger Salvatore's eyebrow twitches. "Nothing important?" he repeats. He tilts his head upwards for a moment and breathes in heavily. "Seriously, Damon? Elena's a vampire. We don't have time for your little games."
"Ah, you see. There right there is the problem slash issue I needed to tell you about." Damon shoots his brother a pointed look. Forgoing his glass, he takes out a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet and tilts it to take a swig from it. "You see, there is no longer a 'we'."
Stefan's look of impatience falls away, quickly replaced by confusion, then worry and caution. "What do you mean?"
Damon shrugged. "Means you're on your own now, Stefan."
"Da-"
"Oh wait, you're not. You have Elena" – Damon raises his hand and begins to count his fingers – "Jeremy, Bonnie, Caroline, Matt etcetera etcetera."
"Damon, stop playing around. This isn't funny."
Damon rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. I'm having one heck of a time pulling your leg, Stef." Sarcasm has always been his strong point.
Stefan stares at him a moment. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to understand his brother's temperament. "What happened?"
"I'm leaving, Stefan. You guys don't need me anymore." Damon turns, looks his brother in the eye. "I don't want to be here anymore."
He often wonders how long he'll live.
He's a vampire, but he has always reconciled with the fact that all beings die. Someday, somehow. It doesn't matter how much he fights back (oh yes, if he is going to die, it wouldn't be without a fight to the death), or who his killer is. What matters is that, one day, Damon Salvatore will die. He will die and the world will not change. Everyone he has ever known, if any were still alive, will move on as if nothing happened.
That is the image that Damon has drawn up whenever he thinks of the future.
A small frown touches his forehead. Will Stefan still be alive? (Oh who is he kidding? His brother will never die before him. It has always been him dying first, or they die together. Damon smirks at this thought.) Elena? Will anyone care? Will anyone notice enough to remember him by now and then?
If anyone sees his usual spot at the grill and think 'Damon used to sit there.' with a sad smile on their face…
This series of thoughts appear before the forefront of his mind especially at a time like now. With his brother going off the deep end and coming back, worse for the wear but his brother nonetheless; with many enemies practically queuing to kill them all, Originals included.
Damon doesn't want to think he'll die before ensuring that Stefan and Elena and…that they are safe. Safe enough to be without him.
Because even though he may not always be wanted around enough, he still plays an important role in keep the town's residents safe.
Yet, Damon Salvatore can't help thinking…
What is it like…
…to die?
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