Damon sat in the dark of the Boarding House, the wind combined storm outside had rain slamming sideways against the colored windows. It was eerie.
The dark flashed and Damon sighed in comfort, his tangle of muscle, limb, pale skin, and bone rested even further into the worn maroon leather of the Boarding House's library. Though he'd never admit it, he loved books maybe even more than Stefan... But he'd never admit it. Never in an eternity or two... Never how the smell of frayed pages reminded him of a better time, how the words brought a certain calming sensation to his old 19th century at heart- mind.
Damon loved this weather. The sound and smell of rain and thunder combining with the sudden flash of power erupting from the gloom and cloudy sky was completely relaxing, beautiful in it's own darkly twisted way.
Just like him... He liked being alone in the dark of the storm, he always had. Ever since he was little.
He smiled a secret smile to himself lightening flashing bright enough to show his features both dark and mysterious, and as he dipped the Bourbon glass towards the opening which lead towards his throat and ended at his stomach... he thought lightly about his childhood... The boy with the raven curls and the bright lapis pools of iris.
He thought about how kind...Light-hearted... Good Humored... both selfless and selfish he had been as a human... How he became what he was now from what he had been when he was innocent. When he was in love with Forests and streams of Mystic Falls, when he wanted to explore the endless world.
When he wanted to leave and become someone new... Damon frowned his dark brows furrowed and perfect lips pouted, swallowed and realized with a sudden ironic pain that hit him.
He had left. He had become someone new... Someone he couldn't even bare to recognize anymore. Someone who wished beyond hope of any cure, to go back.
He bit his lip with concentration... Reaching out to find the switch which no longer existed... Which may have never existed in the first place.
Damon opened his eyes slowly, reluctantly, and he found he was being watched by pair of dark green eyes.
"Are you crying?" Stefan said. Jaw dropped astounded by his brother's trickling tear drop.
Frankly, Damon didn't give a goddamn if Stefan saw him crying... He never cared what anyone thought, until Elena.
Damon didn't even respond to Stefan's question. He didn't care, he didn't need to confirm the tear drops he wasn't aware he was producing... They were just there.
"They're all dead." Damon said with conviction. "Everyone."
Everyone Damon had grown up with. His friends and his enemies... His first kiss... The girl whom he'd lost his virginity to, was dead in a grave somewhere.
Everyone. His mind repeated again and again and again, until he had the word engraved in his mind so many times it was no longer even a word.
Stefan sat down next to his strange brother and knew exactly what he spoke of, "Not dead. - not if we remember them." Stefan smiled lightly trying to cheer up his older brother.
"Don't be nice to me Stefan." Damon said boredly, his eyes dark blue in the night almost staring beyond Stefan as if he wasn't standing in straight in front of him, "It just creeps me out." he smirked at his joke and the annoyance it had caused Stefan whom held his hands up in surrender and walked away.
"I tried." Stefan said with a sort of white-flag look on his face as he left the room Damon resided in.
It worked. Damon thought just as Stefan abandoned him in the dark. Yet again.
Damon and Mina giggled in synchronized muffled little laughs.
Damon's pale face was younger seventeen, the hard edges of his angled cheek bones were softer, smaller, and his lapis pooled eyes full of innocence along with desire.
Mina was smiling brightly dark pink lips swollen from kisses curved into joy, her bright gray eyes were luminous in the light of the moon... Her dark wavy brown hair, fanned out almost black against the white ivory coverlets. Pale skin touching pale skin and eyes searching the others with wonder as they found another part of the others body which drove one crazy.
Damon admired her beauty as much as he admired her mind. Mina was mischievous and child-like, his perfect counter-part.
Or so they had thought.
They had escaped the prison-like confines of they're plantation homes together, now giving in to urges the elders would surely scold them for if they ever found out.
They would be forced to marry. Each one shuddered at the thought... They were only seventeen after-all.
But they never would. Damon and Mina were tricky young teenagers and sneaky too.
They sat in the grass of the forest meadow, laying on layers of stolen blankets hidden during the day months before by tree branches and twigs.
A loud rushing stream nearby covered the sound of them while they cuddled and messed about in the dark of the night, with but one dim lantern for light.
They didn't need much light. They had traced the other's shapes perfectly and knew each other personally.
"Scoundrel!" Mina called him playfully when he tugged at the strings of her already loose corset.
He glanced upwards towards her face, and smirked with mischief as he untied another ribbon and frowned.
Mina only giggled as Damon struggled with her corset.
"You're..." she trailed off with a laugh.
"Dashing? Gorgeous? Irresistible?" Damon said arrogantly as he slowly undid another ribbon on her bodice and than kissed the tip of her upturned nose.
"Doing it wrong." she corrected as she ripped the rest of her bodice off.
Damon shrugged. "As long as it's off." he said not minding at all.
Giggling, Moans, Mewls, and Whimpers ensued as the two young lovers became completely engulfed in each other.
Young Damon sighed as he shut his study book, suddenly leaving his room whilst pulling on a blue coat. Fully intent on leaving the hell-hole which demanded he grow up and take his Father's place as the Plantation Owner. (If only for a few hours.)
Damon's eye twitched abnormally at the hellish thought.
"And just where do you think you're going my son?" Giuseppe asked Damon who froze in his spot at the top of the stairway the second he heard his Father's uptight italian bred voice.
He absolutely hated his Father's voice.
Damon rolled his eyes and spun around slowly, only to face the man he both loved and despised at the same time.
"About twenty steps down the stairs, and two more to reach the front door to get away from you." Damon answered smartly if not nonchalantly.
His Father whom was never amused by Damon's quick wit, only glared. "Back to your room to study." He ordered. "Now."
He no doubt thinks I'm a goddamn dog. Damon's mind hissed as he pushed past the man whom constantly sought to make his life a living hell.
Damon's hopes to leave for a quick break in the spring sun were suddenly crushed by a large Fatherly foot, and as he walked begrudgingly back towards his room to study he eyed Stefan's doorway with smiting blue eyes. He grew jealous as he passed... Hearing the sounds of play going on the the care-free thirteen year-olds bedroom.
Stefan equipped with a small candle to see in the dark watched Damon curiously as he tossed, turned, and mumbled randomly in his sleep. Stefan suddenly wondered if his elder brother had nightmares too or if he was just simply a spaz.
"Brother." Stefan whispered nudging his thirteen year-old old brother. "Damon." he finally gave up the light approach and shook him awake.
Damon groaned lightly cracking a lapis eye open comically. "Stefan?" He yawned and stretched in the bed, ivory sheets tangling in his limbs as he moved. "What's the matter?" He slurred a bit in his tired speech his eyes weary lips drooping over oceanic irises.
Stefan would have laughed if he was not already scared.
"I had a bad dream." Stefan admitted sheepishly.
"Another?" Damon frowned worried, "Was it about vampires... again?" he yawned.
Stefan nodded pouting, Damon sat up and moved to the left side leaving the right side open for five year-old Stefan who climbed in afterwards.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you little brother." Damon pulled the blankets around the both of them facing each other and Stefan grimaced still unable to fall asleep.
"I know they're not real." he mumbled. "But they're scary."
"Not as scary as me." Damon corrected comically. "I can be very scary you know." he grinned mischievously at Stefan.
Stefan giggled at that. "Sure."
"You think it's funny now." Damon poked at Stefan's belly. "But just wait, you'll see what happens when vampires get on my bad side."
"You get angry?" Stefan said.
"No." Damon smirked. "I get even."