AN:Vampire Diaries doesn't belong to me. I think is obvious because if it did I would do a lot of things different.
Guys, my first language is portuguese, so please don't judge if there is some mistakes, this is my first story in english published.
This is my version on how I think things could be going in season 8, I didn't change anything until now (episode 3), call me a fool but I'm keeping hope alive in some ways. Even though I will probably be mad at the end of this season. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: Turning Off
Everyday Damon gave up on another feeling, on another thing who linked him with the reality outside the slaughterhouse. When he realized, he didn't care about his mother, about his mistakes with the people he cared, about his friends…
Enzo was no more than a memory of when they were held together in Augustine Society. It didn't matter if his brother would condemn him for what he was doing and if he wouldn't see Elena anymore. At least she was safe, after all. He was sorry for Bonnie, because Damon knew that she was probably sad and maybe even trying to find them, but soon he didn't care either. It was best this way. Everyone was better without him, without knowing it all. Thinking about it made it easy to turn off guilt.
All the remorse was gone, he didn't regret anything one day he had done.
Damon forgot how was the feeling of not taking the weight of being an awful person on his shoulders. Even more with everyone remembering him that he was indeed a horrible person. Alaric got to the point where he just walked away from him, maybe for the kids safety. Enzo was no longer his friend in a long time, not after throwing in his face he was a lost cause. And even though Stefan wanted to save him, he always reminded Damon he would need a thousand lifetimes to get his redemption.
Don't forget about Elena, who never really cared about her boyfriend being a shitty person. They had many fights about it, but in the end, she always would end up kissing his lips and laying down with the monster she said Damon was. Thinking about it now, maybe it wasn't a healthy relationship. But oh well, he never knew what a good relationship was so whatever.
The only person who was different was Bonnie. She never took any shit from him, but always made sure saying he could make the right choice if he tried, if he wanted to. For a long time he believed and really followed the best path, he was changed and even though he would never admit to his Bonica magica, he was happier thinking maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so hopeless after all, that maybe he had goodness in his heart. Goodness he had before Katherine.
However, reality always catch up and with it came hell. Literally.
There is no right choice when you face this reality. Just the only possible: surrender. And hopefully don't take anyone you love in the process.
That is why it was easy to turn things off.
He was already reading his thirty four book, Jellyfish, a Brazilian one. Damon was trying to get comfort in invented stories to escape his own reality. It did in certain ways, some times, but it wasn't enough, because his visions kept coming back. Visions that caused a fear that he never felt in his entire life – and death.
Footsteps approached and he knew it was time.
"Lets go, pal?"
"Gimme a minute, one more paragraph."
"You and your books, you haven't got tired yet? Every day I see you with a new book in hands, it's making mebored already."
"That's why I'm the mind in this duet." He turned his face just to let a look of truism escape. "And face. And charm. Well, now that I think about it, this duo is more like a solo." Then with a jiggling of eyebrows his eyes came back to the book. "Duty calls, I know, just a second."
Hear me, the silence. What I speak is never what I speak but something else. Captures this thing that escapes me and however I live in it and I'm at mercy of its bright darkness. One instant insensibly takes me to another and the athematic theme unfolds without a plan, but geometric as successive figures in a kaleidoscope.
What an irony, he thought while marking the page with a credit card that fell over the last victim's pocket.
"Finally, it's time for some fun!" He said standing up and heading to the exit with his partner.
"I hope to hear some good stories today." Enzo said while opening the gate with a bored smile. "Honestly, the last guy, the one who ran over a dog and left it to die, was the best one in a week and it's nothing extraordinary."
It was true, none of the people they caught was a great evil as they were supposed to get. It was hard to find someone with a talent. The worst they caught, almost a month ago, murdered his wife that was cheating on him and was running from the police because he panicked and would not talk to them, so they suspected. An amateur asshole.
"If you was in his place, what would you say?" Damon asked with a side smile, looking for a way to spend time before reaching the closest road. "While human, I mean, otherwise our shark would have left its pool after just eating you."
"Look who's talking!" Enzo said letting out a laugh. "I was boring most of my living time, but I remember killing a dude that every day mocked me because I was living on the streets. At start I was just scaring him but after a little while I was enjoying that and really wanted to kill the guy." His eyes wasn't really focusing on anything while remembering the past, but his lips was forming a little smile. He looked at Damon with a face of who did something wrong but isn't regretting. "After that I realized nobody really saw me, no one suspected me of anything, so I started robbing some houses. Before that day I was afraid of guns, but then I got one too."
"I killed to survive, boo hoo." Damon mocked, but his eyes lost all emotion and his face hardened. "I was a moron. I thought I was doing alright with my life, doing everything I wanted, but I never thought deep about anything. Ended up dying with a shot from my stupid father and running after a snake who never really wanted me." He didn't remember the last time he was sincere about his human insecurities, but now it didn't really matter. Few thing mattered now, almost nothing. "The worst things I did was fighting in the war on the wrong side and disrespecting my father. Even though I quit the war, I cannot erase what I did. But we can agree that hating my father wasn't a bad thing, he sometimes could make our shark there look like a fish in some ways."
"If I didn't understand your spirit right now about this shitstorm I would think that an alien took your body." A carefree look cross Enzo's face. "Was almost getting worried, just ironies in this situation is hard, even for you."
"If by this situation you mean being stuck with you, you are absolutely right!" Damon was already lifting his walls again. "Don't get used to it."
"Quick as it comes it goes, ladies and gentlemen!"
They kept walking a good distance in silence when they heard a noise. A car was approaching so like all the other days they nodded and Damon stepped a few feet ahead of Enzo, just in case, and their muscles hardened before the impact that they knew was coming.
Damon looked inside the car and saw a couple chatting, something about movies, he wasn't paying much attention until the voices were close enough to make it hard to ignore.
To be honest, I'm just glad the whole vampire craziness is over.
No, buddy. It is just beginning for you.
