Hiya!
These are Damon's thoughts from sometime during the first season, whenever he realizes that he's done the stupidest thing possible; in other words, fallen for Elena. So, I suspect that puts it after Izobel's little revelation statement.
Pretty, pretty please with ice cream and a cherry and chocolate syrup and sprinkles and crumbled oreos on top review!
Happy (hopefully) reading! :)
Nasty habit, falling for the wrong girl. The original and the genetic duplicate. Chalk it up to the generally twisted nature of the universe.
Irony—Elena is Stefan's Katherine. Only, of course, she's a kind, compassionate woman and Katherine was—is—a homicidal, lying, manipulative bitch. Go figure.
Sometimes, undead life really sucks.
Blood doesn't swirl as easily in a glass as alcohol does. The cocktail created by mixing the two tastes awful, but the swirling is good. Human vices never die. Another point of irony—this human vice was picked up seventy or so years into vampirism.
Around the time the supposed last descendant of Emily bit the proverbial bucket, in fact.
Pathetic? Oh yes.
Elena, Elena.
Katherine.
The first even sounds better.
There's not enough alcohol in the world to make this better.
Moral dilemma—give the brother the girl that's rightfully his or chase what could be wrongfully yours. Damn morality. Never used to be a problem.
Shit.
Thank you for reading. :)