Damon's Wish
Hey guys this is my first fanfic and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. The story takes its cue from Elena's heartbreaking speech to Damon cajoling him to admit he likes her better this way…
He asked her to turn it off and so she did and now the whiny little girl had turned into a vixen strikingly similar to her evil doppleganger or was she darker? The thought made a chill run down the lifeless spine of his 174 year old undead body. Perhaps ripping Elena away from her emotions was the worst deed that the monster Damon Salvatore as he claimed to be had performed till date. He gulped the last remains of bourbon from his tumbler an the spirit burned down his throat like it used to back in 1864 making him realise that Damon Salvatore was the worst thing that could happen to Elena Gilbert...cheers to that he absentmindedly muttered out raising the empty tumbler. Accepting his destiny when it came to the girl he loved, adored, hated, worshippped, sired and unsired all of the above sentiments and deeds totally unintentional he dashed out to the streets and halted to the sudden realization of him standing in the middle of Mystic falls cemetery. Damon was dead drunk personified but never in his long life had he been so drunk as to drag himself to a graveyard for death had no meaning in his life he had surpassed that stage. Even Damon Salvatore faltered when he saw the two names engraved in the gravestones. The names Miranda Gilbert an Grayson Gilbert stared back at him...at that moment he knew he had to utter something he cleared his throat you know you guys have raised a fine kid, a great kid i must say he paused a little and so was Jeremy he was good too...he touched her mother's gravestone she'll come around i promise, she needs time...The sun sank in the far west pouring yellow light across the town perhaps even the dusk hurried in order to witness the hot headed arrogant beast mourning his lady loves debacle.
to be continued...please give a feedback