AN: This is for a word challenge. My word: Heart. I do not own The Vampire Diaries.Damon sat at the bar with a shot of bourbon in his hand. He had just gotten over yet another fight with Elena. The fight included him yelling at her to be more careful and her snapping back yelling how he didn't understand because he was just a heartless psychopath. Elena had called Damon heatless before but hearing her say it hurt.
It's not beating, but it's there! Damon thought to himself. He had heard countless women in his past call him a heartless bastard and felt the sting as they slapped him across the face. Why did it still bother him? It was probably because he tries to be the good guy and still always seems to screw it up.
Calling me heartless is saying I don't care and that I don't feel. As much as he hated to admit it, Damon Salvatore did care. And he certainly felt.