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Prologue
So he thinks about Katherine, Katherine, Katherine, Katherine all day. He goes off killing random people in the evening- a reaction to his action of thinking. He hits the bar and gets drunk at night. He somehow manages to come back to his house and crash into his bed.
He wakes up the next morning with a massage headache, and for an instant, remembers what it is like to feel like a vulnerable human. He rubs his forehead with his hands, and that's when he realizes it's gone. The lapis lazuli ring is missing from his finger.
He can vaguely remember taking it off somewhere in the house in the middle of his drunken senselessness, but he is not sure where. So he searches left, he searches right, he searches up, he searches down, but to no avail.
A sense of fear sets in immediately, and that itself scares him, because Damon Salvatore is never scared, not since he lost Katherine.
He tugs at his hair in frustration. It has to be somewhere! He searches left, he searches right, he searches up, he searches down, but still no avail.
Finally, he sits down in the couch in the living room, and finally, he is considering asking for someone's help. And that gives him hope that maybe this is some kind of alternate reality.
She is somewhat shocked when she sees that he is calling her instead of just barging into her room and invading her privacy. But it's early in the morning, and the phone keeps ringing, and she knows that something is wrong. "Damon?" she asks uncertainly.
"Elena." He chirps sweetly, as if this thing is a daily routine. "Good morning."
She groans. "Please tell me this isn't one of your sick jokes. Tell me you didn't call me to wish me good morning." A part of her wishes that it is a joke, because if it isn't, the problem has to be huge. She feels a bit anxious about her beloved Stefan, and ignores that stupid part of her that is worried about Damon.
"Sadly, no." He acknowledges. He bites his lips, and swallows his pride. "I need your help." He spits out the words like they leave a bad taste in his mouth, and honestly, he thinks they do. He is so not doing this ever again.
She sits up in her bed, because she must have heard something wrong. Damon Salvatore is asking for someone's help- her help? This has to be a huge practical joke. "With what? Sucking blood? Turning someone? Oh wait, maybe we are going on a killing spree?" she retorts sarcastically. It still shocks her how Damon can make her so cranky, but hey, it's morning! And she is slowly getting used to this side of her.
He rolls his eyes, slightly annoyed with her. "Ouch. I didn't know you had such low opinion about me." He chuckles darkly, before he turns serious again. "I lost my ring." He states bluntly.
And that's when she is starting to acknowledge the fact that she is worried. Without his ring, he can't go out in the sunlight without being harmed. "How did you lose it? Where did you lose it?" she demands immediately, because if the ring falls in the wrong hands… she doesn't even want to think about it.
"Funny thing, I lost it in my own house." He lets out a dry, humorless laugh. "I took it off last night and I can't find it now."
Her eyes widen in disbelief. Suddenly he starts acting like a 5-year old kid! "Why did you take it off?"
"Geez, I wish I had asked myself that when I was drunk." He snarls.
She grimaces at his tone. She is not the only one who's cranky today. Then again, when is Damon sweet? There is still one question that bothers her. "Why do you want my help?"
"Because my options are limited?" he reasons. "That brother of mine will be happy to know that I'm locked in my own house." He is still not sure why he wanted her help, but he is willing to stick to this reason, for now at least, at least till they solve the bigger problem at hand. "Plus, you girls are better at this stuff."
She smirks as he admits that she is superior to him in something. "Fine, I'll help you. I'll get there in the evening."
"Evening!" he almost yells at her, stunned to hear the words. "Elena! I can't stay at home all day!"
"Some of us have a thing called school." She snaps. "I'll get there as soon as possible!"
He still wonders how she masters the courage to snap at an evil vampire like him. And he still wonders why he doesn't do anything about it. It must be because she is a dead-ringer of Katherine.
He almost begins the argument about how in the rotten hell school is more important than this, but instead, he sighs at defeat. It must be the hangover. "Fine! Get here quickly…Have fun at school, kid."
He hangs up before she can protest, and when she calls back, he doesn't pick up the call. He should be worried that she will change her mind about helping him, but it's Elena, and he knows she'll always come around. Always.
His ears perk up as he hears the sound of his brother's footsteps, and he immediately shoves his hands in his pocket, before he can notice the ring is missing.
"Hey." Stefan greets, amused to see him still at home, and gives him a look of curiosity, "Are you alright?"
"Drop the act." Damon snaps coldly. "We both know you don't care."
Stefan looks like he is going to protest, like he is going to say something, but he just sighs, shakes his head, and leaves.
And so here he is, all alone in his house. Damon rolls his head back on the armrest. "This day is going to be so great!"
A/N: That's the prologue. Let me know what you think of this. Should I continue, or just drop it? Thanks for reading :)