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All wars are civil wars because all men are brothers- Francious Fenelon
May 10th 1941
I feel a tear spring down my cheek as I quickly brush it away. You're not allowed to cry, men don't cry. I remind myself as I pack up the last of my things. We're shipping out in three days, the recruiter had told me. Three days to pack up all my stuff and tell my finance good bye. I grab my journal and being to write in it:
My name is Damon Salvatore and this story will be short but sweet, let's start to where I was born. Well, I was born in New York, the son of a shoemaker and the son of an house wife. I was home schooled all through my life except when I hit college, they accepted me into Yale, as a lawyer, my mother could never be prouder, my father is a different story. I have a brother, Stefan, 20, he's a passionate fellow, healthy, he spends his free time as an intern medic for the Charles Memorial Hospital but he wants to go to Yale and become a doctor. I always tease him that maybe the hospital will send him overseas after his training and he can patch me up. My parents weren't too happy that I decided to join, but hey, someone had to do it. In my own eyes I was protecting my family. I was willing to die for my country, the country that gave me and my family a life, we came over on the boat, our ancestors-
Suddenly two frail hands cover my eyes and I smile at the intruder, dropping the pen of the page I am writing. .
"And who is this?" I wonder out loud.
Her small giggle makes the smile on my lips go wider.
"Hmm Elena?" I ask, teasing her, Elena is Stefan's girlfriend, a gifted writer and one of my good friends as well.
She scoffs.
"And why would I be my boring twin sestra?" She says in her thick Bulgarian accent, she only uses this voice with me when she's upset, and I know why.
I grab her hands and kiss her palms, turning around to face her.
She gives me a sly smile.
I take her in, her black curly hair braided down her back, her checkered dress showing off her long legs, her heels, clicking against the floor as I stare at her. She is always impatient with me which makes me smile. Her eyebrows furrow at my expression as I stare into her brown eyes. This was the girl I was going to marry.
"Katherine." I say, winking at her.
She breaks into a smile, ruffling my hair like a child.
"My sweet , sweet finance." She says getting closer with every word, she presses a chaste kiss to my lips.
"That's me." I say out of breath, because every time she kisses me she manages to take my breath away.
She reaches up and cups my cheeks, her engagement ring, a small diamond grazes against my cheek bone.
"I'm so glad to see you." I say sincerely, smoothing back some falling pieces of her braid.
"Me too." She whispers, closing her eyes.
I brush away an oncoming tear from her face.
"Shh.." I whisper as I stand up, pulling her close.
She whimpers in my arms, finally letting out all of her anger and sadness on me.
I hold her as she cries, feeling sad myself.
"Hey, I'll be okay, I always am, remember when I broke my arm last year and you told me I'd never recover, well, look at me, good and strong as new." I remind her, stroking her silky hair between my fingers.
She laughs which causes her to hiccup and breathe in and out in a haste.
"P-please come back to me, not just for your brother or your family but... for this." She whispers into my ear, guiding my hand to her mid-section.
I swallow hard, looking into her teary eyed face.
"Katherine... are you." I start to say but she puts a finger to my shaky lips.
She nods, slowly, a smile appearing on her face.
"Th-at's." I cough, trying to get the words out because I am shaken as well, we were going to have a baby and I was leaving, I was headed off to war to probably get killed, never being able to know my son or daughter.
"That's wonderful." I say sincerely, smiling up at her.
I was going to be a father.
"I found out a few days ago, I wanted to tell you Damon, but I wasn't sure you'd want to leave after that and I know how much fighting in this war means to you.." She whispers in a hushed tone.
I nod, confirming that it does.
"Who else knows?" I ask closing my eyes.
"No one." She says, tracing my cheek with her finger.
"We must not tell my family, they aren't ready for this kind of news." I say, wiping the tears from her face.
She nods, but her face begins to crumple.
"And how do you suppose we hide this?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows.
I try to think of what we can say and do and I come up blank, my hands shaking at this unexpected news.
I take her hands in mine and will myself to relax.
"I promise I will make a honest women out of you Katherine, I know it's going to be hard but I need you to hold on, you might need your family more than you think." I say, smiling sad.
I knew Katherine hated her family, besides Elena, her mother was far too judgmental, same as her father, they were religious fanatics, if they even caught word she was pregnant, I'm sure they'd throw her out on the streets.
She shakes her head.
"I'm not telling them." She says in a determined voice.
"Hey, hey." I say, pulling her back to me as she tries to get up.
"You don't have to tell them but at least tell Elena." I add, cupping her cheeks in my hands.
She considers my advice for a second, looking into my eyes.
"Okay." She says, smiling a little bit.
"Good." I whisper, kissing her forehead.
"Am.. I interrupting?" We both jump at the voice.
I glance at my door to see it's my mother.
"No, come in, mother." I say, standing up, next to a sitting Katherine.
She comes in and looks at the both of us, we're both crying and she knows why.
"Hello Katherine." My mother greets with a warm smile.
Katherine wipes her tears and stands up as well, nodding at my mother.
"Hello Mrs. S-." She starts to say but my mother waves her hand.
"You don't have to polite, we're practically family, dear." She says as she walks to Katherine, pulling her into a tight hug.
I watch Katherine hug my mother back, swallowing back tears.
"Thank you, Lily." She whispers, as my mom rubs her back.
I watch them, admiration in my eyes. I was so glad my mom was accepting of Katherine, usually she did not approve of any women I had brought home over the years. But Katherine, she really treated like her own daughter, the daughter she never had. Same with Elena, things we're getting serious with her and Stefan I could tell, I was waiting for my brother to pop the question or come to me with advice anytime.
My mother pulled away from Katherine, smiling.
"You know I am always here for you, dear." She says, smiling.
Katherine nods and smiles in reply, patting my mother's hand.
"Thank you, Lily." Katherine smiles.
My mother nods and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
We both sigh in relief.
"I wonder if she wanted to talk to me about something." I say in a daze, looking over at the door.
"Probably." Katherine says, sitting down on my bed again.
I sit down with her, putting my arm around her, gently.
"Hey, it's all going to be okay." I reassure her.
She nods, smiling up at me.
"I know." She says in a sad tone, leaning in and kissing my cheek.
I smile, still dumbfounded at this news she just told me.
"Do you want a boy or girl?" I keep my voice extra low to ward off anyone that is listening outside my door.
She shrugs and lays down on my bed and I join her, keeping my arm wrapped around her.
"I want it to be healthy, for sure." She whispers, closing her eyes.
"Of course." I whisper back, kissing her cheek as we lay there.
"I guess I'd want it to be a boy, and have your black hair and beautiful blue eyes, so he will remind me of you while you are away so long." I feel her smile against my chest, as I stroke her hair.
She peers up at me after a while, smiling.
"I just- I'm still so shocked, Katherine." I whisper, tears threaten to prick at my eyes.
"I know, me too." She admits.
"It's wonderful." I assure her again.
"I know I'm happy too, it's just I know you have to leave..." She says with a sad smile.
"I know but I will be back as soon as I can... you'll have Elena and Stefan, I'm sure they will be overjoyed about this news." I say, adding a little sarcasm at the end.
"Yeah, I know." She says, sighing.
"I can picture it now Elena making you try on maternity clothes, picking out names for you, helping you organize the baby shower." I laugh, my soon to be sister law was always so optimistic. I could see that was one of the reasons why Stefan loved her so much.
Katherine groans.
"I know she means well but sometimes I just want to wring her pretty little neck." She says, while I smile, forcing myself not to laugh.
Katherine gives me a pointed look while poking me in the chest.
I fake a gasp
"Miss Petrova is that any way to treat your finance?" I ask, looking at her.
She gives me an evil smile and turns her head away.
"Oh, I'm going to get you back."
"Wait- Damon-n-." She starts to say
But before she can get another sentence out I grab her hips, tickling her stomach.
She laughs, thrashing around on the bed, while I hold her in place.
"Damon! Damon stop." She laughs harder trying to get away from me.
"Oh, nope not until you be nice to me." I laugh, blowing kisses on her tummy.
For a second I zone out and think about how big she's going to get without me here, how I won't feel the baby's first kick, or even know if it's going to be a boy or a girl, or be around to get Katherine's every want and desire during the pregnancy, hell I won't even see her hormones take over, and believe it or not I even want to be there for that.
I think she notices I'm lost in thought, because she gently shakes my shoulder.
"Damon, you okay?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows in concern.
"Yeah." I say, a sad smile on my lips.
I can tell she doesn't want to talk about me leaving so I drop it.
"I better get going, actually." She says, standing up, smoothing down her dress.
"Yeah." I say distracted a little.
"I'll see if I can sneak out tonight." She promises, pecking my lips.
I nod, returning her kiss for a little bit, her teeth graze my lower lip and I lean in, pressing my chest against hers.
I am going to miss her so damn much.
She pulls back, our foreheads touching.
I smile as she smiles and she pulls completely back, grabbing her purse.
I walk her out, letting go of her hand, sighing a little, watching her walk away.
I go back inside and shut the door, leaning against it.
Suddenly my little brother appears out of nowhere.
"Hey, Stef." I greet him, surprised to see him here, I thought he'd be at the hospital, volunteering.
"Hey, Day." He says, smiling at me.
I smile back, trying not to let the unexpected news I have just received show on my face, I wanted Elena to know first since Katherine was carrying our child.
"I thought you'd be at the hospital?" I ask, looking into my little brother's green eyes.
He shrugs, "Elena and I were going to go take a walk.." He says, distracted.
I gently lay my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, you alright?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.
He nods. But I know that exact expression on his face: guilt.
I wonder what had happened.
"Hey, I'll talk to you later, okay?" He says, walking away, with a extra broody face.
Something was bothering him and it was irking me that he would not tell me right away, usually Stefan told me every thing but now he didn't.
I was going to see if he was okay, I hate seeing Stefan so sad like this, usually he was a light, carefree, person but now he looks like he's harboring the largest secret known to man.
I had to know what was going on with him.
I follow him out to the road and he stops and whips around to face me.
"I said I didn't want to talk right now, Damon." He grits his teeth at me.
"Stefan, come on, tell me." I say, walking with him down the road.
"No. I'm meeting Elena." He says, walking a bit faster.
I stare at him hurt, a little, I understand he liked the girl and she is one of my closest friends but doesn't he know blood is thicker then water, didn't he understand that I was leaving soon? Probably off to get killed and he was playing pretend with Elena. I needed him, I need my brother, I would never admit this to him but he has become my rock in so many things. When I fell and broke my elbow who was there with the doctor? Stefan. When I almost got ran over by a carriage, who was there to pull me back? Stefan. When I got into a huge fight with my father over my future, who defended me? Stefan.
"Stefan, please." I say, stopping him gently with my hand.
"I said no!" He yells, pushing past me.
Whatever is bothering him it's cutting him deep inside.
I watch him walk away, a sad smile appears on my lips.
I walk back into the house, sighing deeply.
"Hello son." My mother greets me a smile appearing on her lips.
I smile at her, and kiss her warm cheek.
"You wanted to talk mother?" I ask, looking at her beautiful face.
My mother and I were always close compared to my father, we saw things eye to eye as father and I didn't. My mother always protected me from bullies, strangers, even girls, she's intervened in my relationships one or twice and though I was mad at her the first two times, I realize that I was letting love blind me. I was a love struck fool when it came to love, I even believed in love at first sight. I have had my fair share of stories about heartbreak. But last last summer when I met Katherine Petrova, I knew I was doing something right. She was a high class lady who didn't give much boys attention, in fact it took me a lot of time to get her attention but once I did we were smitten for each other, going to dances, sneaking into movies, dancing in the rain on a hot July night. We share so many good memories and this baby is just the icing on the cake. Katherine has stuck through me by anything, if it was stress for exams she'd come over early and help me study, if it was I didn't have much to eat at the house, she'd come by and cook my favorite breakfast, she was a bombshell, a beaut and I could not be more luckier to have her in my life.
I knew I was making the right choice when I asked her to marry me on that cool August night in the back of the car we were sitting in. I remember it like it was yesterday.
"Damon, where are you taking me now, you know I hate surprises." she giggled as she put her bare feet up on my dash.
"Well, I thought we could watch the sun set." I state as I eye her red dress, hugging her curves in all the right places.
She smiles and nods, leaning into my chest.
"You know I love the sunset, even though there is darkness and and hard times and doubt in a relationship.. but that is normal. What I like best is when the light comes and takes it all away, and you, Katherine you have become my light.. in more ways then one.. and I love you very very much.
She glances over at me, confused by this sudden speech.
"So, I guess what I'm asking is.. will you marry me?" I say, nervously.
Her stare goes blank for a second and I worry she's going to reject me but slowly a smile breaks out on her face.
"Yes, you idiot I will marry you." She says, laughing at me.
I smile as I take her frail hand in mine, slipping the diamond ring on her finger.
She giggles and pulls me into a long kiss, I pull back as breathless as she is.
"You're my light too." She whisper, kissing me again.
Suddenly I am snapped out of my daydream when my mom is waving her hand in front of my face.
"Damon are you okay? You just zoned out for five seconds." She asks, worried.
I nod and explain to her what I was day dreaming about.
She smiles at me, understanding.
"You and Katherine make a great team." She says, smiling a little.
I knew how much the pain of me leaving would scar my mother, she was my mentor, my confidant, without her I don't know where I would be in this world today. And yes, it was very true Katherine and I make a fantastic team, I knew I was marrying the right girl if my mother approved.
"I love her mom, I kind of feel like I never knew what love was before, but with her, she showed me, she brought me back so many times, she's protected me, defended me, I can honestly say she is the girl of my dreams. I am excited for this matrimony. But mom, I need to talk to you about something, I know you already will but please watch over her mom, I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost her especially being so far away! Just please promise me you'll watch over her." I say, shaking a little bit as tears prick my eyes.
My mother studies my face for a second, noticing my tears.
"I promise, Damon, I had already planned to, Katherine is like family." She says, pulling me into a tight embrace.
I finally let out all the frustration and worry and anger and anxiety I had been holding in for the last couple of weeks.
My mother holds me as I weep into her dress, I almost feel like 8 again, crying to mom about the bullies and all the bad things that happened to be at school. Here in my mom's arms I find a little bit of peace and relief, for which I am grateful.
"You'll come back to Katherine and you brother and father and I and maybe you'll decide to start a family, give your father and I some grandchildren."
My sigh deep in her arms, full of dispute I can't tell my own mom that she will be blessed with a beautiful grandchild,
"Yes, momma." I say, pulling back and wiping away my stray tears.
She smiles and ruffles my hair.
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about, I knew you were holding in all these things, I know how much you hate bothering people with your problems." She says.
I nod in agreement I wasn't much of a talker, more a listener, I preferred to pretend everything was alright and ignore it.
I'm about to speak up and answer my mother when I hear the front door slam shut.
Stefan is home.
"Excuse me, mother." I say, standing up in a haste.
She nods at me and I exit the room, walking down the hall to the stairs.
I listen carefully to see if he is still down there.
"Stefan?" I call out, walking down the stairs.
When I get down to the last step, I see he is crouched in the corner holding his head in his hands.
I rush to him and put my hand on his sweaty back.
"Stefan are you okay?" I ask, worried.
When we were kids Stefan always had terrible anxiety and usually when he was having a panic attack he was always in this position.
I kept my hand on his back like I always did when we were kids.
"Stefan." I repeat, getting closer to his ear so that he can hear me.
He groans like he's in pain, breathing in and out, but his breaths become shallow with each intake.
I put my hand on his shoulders to get him to face me but he swats them away.
"Damon.. I can't breathe." He gasps, still crouched in the corner, sweat drops dripping down his rather pale face.
"Come on." I say, grabbing his hand gently, and leading him upstairs, he obeys surprisingly, I did not want mother or father to hear what was going on with him.
When we get to my room, I shut the door but he's still breathing heavily, against the door. At least his hands are off his head.
"Stefan, please calm down." I say in a pained voice, feeling helpless.
"I c-can't. Damon I'm going to die." He yells, holding his head again.
"You're not going to die, you're having a panic attack." I assure him, stepping closer to him.
"No, it's really bad Day, I feel like I'm drowning." He gasps, as he punches the wall.
It wasn't rare for Stefan to hit things when he has a panic attack but I still jump at the sound.
"Stefan, please calm down." I say in a short sentence, rubbing his back.
"Damon, I can't see! It's blurry." He whines, crying into the wall.
I sigh a little, feeling as helpless as usual, I just continue to rub his back gently, while I close my eyes.
His panic attacks didn't last long and they always stopped but I knew they took a lot out of him.
He groans In frustration, hitting his head with his hands, his knuckles bloody from where he punched the wall.
I grab his shoulders, shaking him now he needed to get out of this state.
"Stefan, hey, brother, look at me." I say, tightening my grip on his shoulders.
He looks down, avoiding my face, I knew he felt shame having these attacks, our father taught us real men don't worry, they just conquer, if you had any type of anxiety or worry then you weren't a true man, I knew Stefan struggled with this every day.
He finally looks up, his green eyes meeting my blue ones.
I can see the sadness in his eyes, the grief, and for once I don't know what to do.
"Damon.." He says my name slowly, as he finally registers who I am, who brought him back to reality once again.
I nod slowly, waving my hand in front of his face.
"Deep breaths, Stefan remember in and out." I say, a look of worry apparent on my face.
He struggles with the first two breaths but as I do them along with him, I feel his body began to relax, I almost sigh in relief but then a certain sadness washes over me.
What was Stefan to do when I was away? Who would help him with his anxiety? I pray to God, Elena knew about it. Maybe I would tell her, make her understand that she needs to be there for him when I can't.
He's finally relaxed and just staring at me with sad eyes.
"What happened?" I ask, breaking the silence.
"Did you not take your anxiety meds today?" I continue, scolding him.
"I didn't want to take them." He says, his voice hoarse from all the yelling he did.
"Why not, Stefan?" I ask, concerned.
He shrugs a little and I stare at him patiently waiting for the truth.
"I just- I didn't want to take them today." He says, clearing his throat.
Damn you, Stefan, why did he have to be so rebellious at times.
"Well, you're lucky I was there." I continue and he hangs his head in shame again.
The appearance of him breaks my heart a little but I have to be firm with him.
"Stefan, what happened?" I repeat, placing my hand on his knee, in support.
He shrugs it off again and I sigh deep.
"You know... you can tell me anything, brother." I look up at him, hurt he won't just open up to me like he used to.
"Grant Fitzgerald." He mumbles, yanking up the sleeves to his sweater vest, I knew this is what he did when he got nervous too.
"What about him?" I press on.
He stares down, avoiding my intense gaze.
"Stefan, what about Grant?" I ask, pressing my hands on his shoulder, to get him to look up at me.
When he does he's got tears in eyes, his lips trembling and it's almost like he's seven again crying over split milk, I loosen my grip on his shoulders.
"He's dying." He whispers, his face crumpled in pain.
I take my hands off his shoulders, in shock.
"G-grant." I sigh, I feel my heart skip a beat.
"He-he's dying." I say again, sitting down on my bed, along Stefan.
"Damon, he's dying." Stefan confirms, looking over at me with a sad expression.
"No, he can't be! We were supposed to go to the army together!." I suddenly stand up rage goes through me.
"Damon." Stefan says, standing up along with me.
"No, he's not dying, you're lying!" I say, again, rage flows through my veins.
"I wouldn't lie, Damon please sit." Stefan says, in a worried tone.
"How long did you know?" I ask, my eyes closed.
"I found out today, he told me, we ran into each other and he was coming back from meeps, they told him he had stage two liver cancer." Stefan explains, placing his hand on my shaking shoulder.
"No.. he's- he's my best friend, he can't be dying, stage two? Are you sure?" I ask, facing Stefan.
"Yes, Damon... I'm sorry." He says, gently wrapping his arms around me to pull me into a tight embrace.
I allow myself to relax, letting him hold me, I knew he was just as torn up about this as me, Grant was one of our closets friend's through out our lives, he's been in our lives since he was a seven year old brat that I had beat up for teasing Stefan and then instantly we became best friends with him. He was like a brother to both of us and to hear the news that he had stage two cancer tore me in half, I had to see him.
"Where is he staying?" I ask, standing up.
"down on third." Stefan says, and I know exactly where that is.
"Okay, I'm going to go down there." I say, looking at Stefan, his expression softens.
"Okay, I will go later. I'm kind of hungry." He says, fidgeting with his sweater again.
"Okay, Stef, promise you'll eat." I say, in a serious tone.
He nods, distracted again and I stand up and pull him into a quick hug.
He smiles a little as we pull back.
"I love you, brother." I say, as I go to my drawer and pull out some paper towels for his cut.
"I love you, too." He responds in a sincere tone.
I hand him the paper towels.
"Okay and don't forget to put peroxide on your cuts." I remind him and he rolls his eyes.
"I got it, Damon, go see Grant, go." He shoos me with his unwounded hand and I smile, walking out the door.
One thing was certain: I would not be able to live without Stefan.
Stefan
After I say goodbye to Damon, I walk back downstairs, putting on the fake smile I use for everyone, a million thoughts are going through my head and I calm myself down, closing my eyes, my hand finds the table, gripping it, tightly. I feel my head pound as my nails dig into the wood.
Damon was leaving, I couldn't pretend anymore, he was leaving in three days, I'm not ready.
I'm not ready to sit at the dining room table and stare at him empty seat, or wake up in the middle of the night, and wander the halls only to see his caring face usher me back to bed, while comforting me. I'm not ready to see him off. My mind knows at least this, the rest of my thoughts are scrambled, Grant having cancer was the worst news I could present to Damon at this time, but I wasn't sorry for telling him, he needed to know.
My walk with Elena today was promising, she was talking about her creative writing class and having to write a tragedy I half-jokingly told her that is my life and she stopped in the middle of the forest, a her brown eyes showing sadness in them and nervousness written on her beautiful face. We did not talk much, because I felt my face heat up with anger but what she did tell me was to carry on, make it through, she sympathizes with me but I wasn't feeling any better until she held me in her warm embrace. Elena, she was kind, selfless, a good listener, beautiful, talented. I don't know how I landed such a catch like her. I was completely in love with her and she was in love with me, but I wasn't ready to open up to her like I was with my brother. I was afraid she would run away at all the dark secrets and insecurities I have hidden so well.
I stop gripping the wood and see my nails have made indents on the wooden table, I sigh a little, father and mother must not see because it will worry them. I wash my cuts I got from punching the wall earlier and head outside, to my favorite tire swing. I know I am 20 but I still love to play on the tire swing Damon and I built when we were just kids. I smile thinking of old memories with my eldest brother, God, I was going to miss him so much, but I had to be strong for him.
I check my pocket watch and see I have to be back at the hospital in ten minutes, there was going to be a meeting of some sort and my mentor said I had to be there. I swing a little bit on the tire swing, to calm my nerves and then head back into the house, putting on my wool brown coat and looking in the mirror, inspecting my appearance, when it is up to par I exit the door and walk down the street, it's a three block hike to the hospital but I go with a bounce in each step, hoping I get there in time. I wanted to be a doctor for as long as I could remember so when the opportunity presented itself I took it fast. My father's friend got me into this hospital: Charles Memorial Hospital and I have been working there as an intern ever since, they are pleased with my talent of dressing wounds and cleaning them, even if it is a bloody mess, lately we have gotten many recruits from war come in and I have to hide every emotion I am feeling because sometimes I picture them as Damon, bleeding out to death on the table. I cringe at the thought and shake my head, walking into the main entrance of Charles Memorial. The security guard greets me with a smile and I smile back, grabbing my clip board off the desk.
When I get to the room where the meeting is being held, I sit down at the long wooden table, in the creaky gray fold out chair and balance my clip board on my lap, waiting patiently for the chief of surgery to make an appearance.
"Hello, Stefan." The Chief, Tommy Avery, greets me, as I stand up and shake his firm hand.
"Hello Tom." I say in a serious voice, smiling at him.
"I'm glad you're here, actually." He says, clearing his throat.
I look around the room, confused.
Where was everyone else?
"I guess no one else wanted to volunteer." The chief says, sadly, taking a seat.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"Volunteer for what, sir?" I speak up, folding my hands in my lap.
"Well, we need medics on the war sight.." He says, slowly, watching my every reaction.
I clear my throat a little.
"Overseas medics? Sir?" I ask, still furrowing my eyebrows.
He nods. "Yes, there is too many soldiers getting killed over there now, we need more medics to make sure they make it back home."
I stare at him, understanding what he means now.
He wanted to know if I'd go overseas to be a medic.
"The flight would be payed for, you would get money for supplies, you'd work at the hospital on whatever base is there... food in obviously provided for.. " He starts stating the pros but all I can think is I'd be closer to Damon, I'd be able to protect him, maybe even save him if he got hurt.
My face lights up at the thought of being there with him.
"I'll do it, sir." I say, standing up.
"Really?" He asks, delighted at my answer.
I nod.
"Yes, when is the earliest I ship out?" I ask, looking over at him.
He clears his throat again, looking into my eyes.
"Two days..." He says.
I'm taken back a little bit, two days, I'd be leaving two days, before Damon, the thought frightens me a little bit, but I remind myself that I was doing this for him, to defend him. My mind wanders to Elena and a certain sadness overcomes me, she will be without me for awhile.. I mean we just started dating a few months ago, but I knew she was the one right away, could I leave her just like that? But then I remember that she doesn't know much about me, and probably doesn't care to. She would be fine without me, she'd move on and find someone better.. someone who could protect her and take care of her and not be an idiot signing myself up to get killed.
The chief gives me the rest of the details, and I write them down on my clipboard, once he says I can go, I walk away, praying to God, Damon wasn't going to kill me for making this decision.