Holding On
Summary: Follows on from the final moments of Moonsong, the second book in the Hunters Trilogy. Damon's thoughts and feelings.
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries and its characters aren't mine. LJ Smith created them and Harper Teen publish them, among others, the following is a reflection the events in Moonsong, Book 2 of the Hunters Trilogy. No infringement intended.
Oh how that her hug burned with rejection. How it pained him to feel her softness pressed against him. To smell her hair and know that yet again she was slipping away. Elena was like a drug Damon just couldn't quit, not matter how much she tortured him.
Hold it together Damon; don't let her see you cry.
You're a badass vampire and you can have almost any girl you want.
Almost.
Just walk out of there, head held high. You saved your little brother, Elena's happy now. Just keep walking.
Don't put your fist through the wall on the way out.
What does it matter anyway? They're just puny insignificant humans. She'll be dead in less than a hundred years. You can have hundreds of girls. You are more than her. Beyond her. Let Stefan play human, he's the bunny drinker. You're a real vampire. You're an immortal creature of the night. You have strength and power they can only dream of. You could kill them all in an instant as easily as picking lint of your shirt.
A commanding internal dialogue between Damon's vampire self and the man inside him that kept him together as he walked out of Elena's dorm giving himself into the hunter inside, pushing aside the hurt and rejection, all those feelings, and attending only to his senses. He and Stefan had baby vampires to hunt. He'd do his best for Matt, try and save Chloe, but he did the math, at least half of them would be too blood crazed to listen to any reason. There was going to be a small, albeit discreet bloodbath and Stefan had no taste for the killing so he would be the one to bring most of them down. Stefan might get in a lucky tackle, but Damon would be the one to tear out their throats. Screw normal. Screw feelings. This was what he was made for.
Deep inside a little voice prayed that she wouldn't apologize. He could live with her choice but not her pity.