Aaaaaaaaand I'm posting another story...yeah, I know because of my other stories this is going to get me in trouble, but this premise just didn't want to let go of me, so I decided to just post it. judging from how people are going to react to this I'll see if I'll make it a priority.
That aside, I know this is a bit short. At least, for me it is short. Next chapter will depict him in this 'other universe', at least that is what he will think it is ;) This chapter is just kind of giving you an insight in where he is his life, which isn't a very happy place. I hope you guys like it!
Full Summary:
Imagine this were your life: your father hates you, only talks to you when it's about business, your brother and his girlfriend are so lovey-dovey it's sickening and your life consists out of meaningless one night stands. Well, Damon Salvatore didn't have to image: that was his life. But what if one day he wakes up in a universe where he is married, had a kid, has friends, has taken over from his father and his life seemed to have become everything he secretly wanted? After the inital confusion and desperation at trying to find answers, he is resigned to living life like he always wanted it. But he can't help but sometimes notice signs from his old life, trying to remind him that this isn't real. This isn't his actual life because someone like him doesn't deserve a life like this. Notheless, he wants to life this life to the fullest, together with the beautiful wife he is starting to fall in love with.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries. All rights go to their respective owners.
Red. That's all he saw as his father was pacing in front of him, staring him down as if he was a petty stray dog. Damon wouldn't be surprised if that's how his father truly saw him.
He was so incredibly angry, he was sure that chair would connect with his glass walls rather sooner than later, but he kept calm and collected, sitting his chair as if he didn't have a care in the world. That was the only way he was going to make it through this supposed 'meeting' without starting to throw pointy objects, preferably targeting his father, out of sheer furstration.
Damon would never be enough. Even though he was the oldest, groomed from birth to become the CEO of Salvatore Inc. slash mob boss his father was now, he was never going to be good enough. He wasn't cold enough, not ruthless enough, didn't know how to negotiate, glamour his business associates was also something he wasn't capable of and worst of all, he was a worthless piece of crap who would throw everything his father ever worked for through the ground and stomp on it for good measure.
Those were some of the words coming out of his father's mouth at the moment.
Okay, Damon had to admit: sleeping with the daughter of one of their company's biggest trustee's, whom also happened to be the director for the FBI, wasn't the smartest move, but Damon wouldn't admit that. She was all boobs, legs and blonde hair. That wasn't exactly a combination known to man to be easy to resist.
But now that meant he had to endure his father's raving, which would lead up to nothing remotely productive because he was going to be the boss around here sooner or later anyway, so Damon listened on with indifference, his right foot resting on his left knee.
''This has to stop, Damon! I'm done with cleaning up after you and your playthings! Find a damn wife already!'' he screeched, for the millionth time. Giuseppe Salvatore was a ruthless businessman with no remorse towards anybody but his wife. He respected her because she was one of the few women in his life he'd known to stand up to him. His mother was a handful, a feisty woman, but that was exactly how the Salvatore men liked their women. This was one of the reasons Damon hadn't settled down yet. Besides the obvious reason of not being interested in doing such a thing, was it hard for him to find someone who didn't care about the amount of zeroes attached to his bank account, how many cars he owned, and it was especially hard to find someone who wouldn't be intimidated by his power, someone who could hold her own in the dangerous world he lived in.
''Are you done?'' Damon asked, perpetually bored by his father's speech, the words he heard one too many times.
His father's anger subsided, and all that left was irritation.
The red also left Damon's vision, and a morbid sense of pride was left behind for leaving his father so pissed. Good, the old man deserved to be shaken up a little.
''Go home, Damon,'' his father relented with a sigh, utterly spent, waving his son off with a hand gesture.
Damon rolled his eyes. After years of beatings and verbal abuse he just stopped caring about what his father thought of him. Of course, that inner tendency to want his father's acceptance would always be there, that would be the case for any son, but he became a master a repressing that. Just as he was a master at repressing every single happy emotion someone evoked in him. Which wasn't a lot.
People preferred to avoid him, because his cold and ruthless nature. He used women to fill the ugly empty gash that was always there and tossed them away after he was done with them like rag dolls. He didn't have many friends, and couldn't help but resent his little brother a little bit for finding love.
Of course that resentment was entirely misplaced, and he never actually voiced his thoughts to anyone, but he found it unfair that his little brother was making a life for himself while Damon was slowly wasting away.
But he was happy for his brother, because aside from all the bickering and insulting, they were still family, and that was the only thing Damon valued more than anything.
He got into his Chevy Camaro and drove off onto the main road back to his car, where his brother and girlfriend were, probably making out on his expensive coach, or christening some other part of his house. The Boarding House was huge, and could easily house up to three families, but Damon was uncomfortable about how he had to watch out to find parading around the house Caroline in Stefan's shirt and nothing else, or catching one of them having phone sex with each other in the parlor. It was especially uncomfortable when he wakes up in the middle of the night to Caroline giving every single one night stand of his a piece of her mind, offering them a hot beverage, consoling them, telling them she knew how big of a jerk he was for throwing them out of his bed so quickly, and then kick him out, after which she would poke her head through the door of his bedroom, telling him 'you're welcome', before closing the door behind her and stalking off the have more sex, or as they like the call it 'make love' to her boyfriend.
God, how he hated that term. It didn't even make sense. How does one even make love, for god's sakes?
His bad mood seemed to have gradually faded enough so he could answer his incessantly ringing phone without furiously hitting his head against the steering wheel.
''What?'' he snapped.
''Calm down, son. What happened to you?''
He sighed regrettably. His sour mood still wasn't completely gone, and all he could think about was how much his life truly sucked. He had nothing to go home to except for the richly filled wet bar that was just calling his name after the day he had.
''Nothing, just…Nothing. Never mind. To what do I owe this pleasure?'' He truly loved his mother, and he respected her like no other woman he would ever encounter, he was sure of that. Isabella was from another mob family, originating from Italy, so the marriage between Isabella and Giuseppe was nothing short of a merger, and still they found a deeper sense to their plight. It wasn't quite love, but it wasn't like they were roommates who slept together either. There was a certain understanding between them that seemed to have been enough at the time. Maybe she loved Giuseppe at some point in her life, but most people know better than to love the Salvatore men.
Well, except for Stefan, but he seems to be the exception for everything in this family.
''Don't be cheeky, Damon.''
Damon smirked to himself. ''Sorry, mama. Is everything alright?''
''Your father called, he has not stopped his incessant complaining. I swear that man does not know when to stop talking. I'm surprised he and Caroline still don't get along very well.''
Damon chuckled at that. ''Yeah..'' he asked, his head not really at the conversation.
''Is everything alright, my son?''
''Peachy keen, mama. Just not having the best day, that's all.''
''You sure?''
Damon sighed again. ''Yes, mama. Now I have to hang up. You wouldn't want me get into an accident because I was on the phone while driving, would you?''
''Thank the gods I am not near you right now Damon because I would have smacked you upside the head right now,´´ she deadpanned.
Damon chuckled at his mother. ''I'm glad. I don´t think my head can endure more since it´s already pounding like crazy.''
''Take some ibuprofen.''
''I'll be sure to do that,'' he said in a dry tone. ''Got to go, mama, I'll talk to you later.''
''Alright, Tesoro, have a good day.''
''I sincerely doubt that,'' he muttered under his breath so his mother couldn´t hear him. ''Bye, mama.''
''Wait!'' she told him right before he was about to disconnect the call.
''Hmm?'' he asked.
''I wanted to ask you if you already had a date to the Salvatore charity ball I'm throwing Thursday.''
Damon inwardly rolled his eyes at himself. ''No, mama, don't worry about that, I'll find someone.''
''You mean you will head to a bar, choose a floozy and fornicate with her on the dance floor like last year, just to piss your father off?'' she asked in a light tone, as if it didn't bother her in the least.
Damon smirked at how well she knew him. ''I'll see if I can find a woman with class this time.''
''I highly doubt you will,'' his mother answered him.
His eyebrows shot up. ''And why wouldn't I?'' he asked, surprised.
''Because they would never go with you if they had even the smallest bit of class or poise,'' she joked, to which Damon gasped, mock hurt by his mother's words.
''Mama, you wound me.''
''You'll get over it. Now, when am I getting that RSVP about a plus one?'' she pressed.
''You'll get it soon enough. I….'' his sentence couldn't be finished before a major impact against his side of the car made his phone fly out of his hands. He was just about to grab the steering wheel with both hands so he could make a U-turn and try to avoid the truck that hit him full force. His head hit the wheel with an impact that left him dizzy, his eyesight temporarily blurring.
The small Nano-second he lost focus of his eyesight was enough for his foot to lose the pressure they were forcefully putting on the brakes, to which Damon's car swerved off the road. He was turning his steering wheel like a mad man in an attempt to get the control back over his car, but not even his beloved baby blue Camaro could save him from the predicament he was in.
In the background he heard his mother yelling, trying to find out what the hell happened to him, but his focus was on trying to get back the control over the car and try not to land in that ditch. But it was too late. His head was pounding, and the car made several loops in the air, his insides churning and his skin burning, before it landed on the ground and scraped further down the road because of the impact of the fall.
Than all there was left was silence. A silence so direful and eerie it sent tingles up his spine. All he could feel was the throbbing vain in his forehead and the blood drops trickling from his hairline down the side of his face. He couldn't feel his feet anymore, and his entire body seemed numb to whatever what was happening around him.
The last thing he registered before succumbing to the darkness that slowly started to creep up on him, were the desperate cries of his mother in the background, the sound slowly fading and losing its importance to him.
Soooo, that was the prologue, or first chap, whatever you'd like to call it. Tell me what you think of it, and feel free to hit me with ideas and comments through a review or PM :)
xoxo,
Layla
