This takes place after the last episode of Season Two; "As I Lay Dying."
Damon and Elena open up. Inside The Eye of The Storm;
Damon swallowed another drowing gulp of the burning Burboun as he heard Elena's sobs emanate quietly from upstairs. He was ready to kill Stefan.
No, kill was an extremely boring word for what I would do. Slaughter. He thought sadisticly, Rip his heart out or better yet gouge out those pretty dark green jade-like eyes of his ... and maybe even cut off some lower down male valuables...
Stupid Saint Stefan. He just had to go sacrifice himself didn't he? and before here Damon was, fully accepting death and giving his little brother a good old fairy-tale ending along with the smooth sailing into the sunset with Elena while he was gone, you know being dead... Or Wherever, but honestly Damon didn't believe in that relgious bull anway... What kind of screwed up kind of God would put an innocent little idiot like Stefan in hell for?
The only thing he was guilty of was stupidity, the killing of little defenseless forest creatures, and constant self-flagellation. Damon shuddered at himself for thinking what he had just thought.
His brother innocent?... It's just the alcohol he told himself quickly.
Damon tightened his grip on the half-empty Burboun bottle, as Elena's breathing and heart rate sped up with emotion and she sniffled trying to find purchase in her roller coasting emotions. He swore as the glass in his hand shattered loudly and cut into his skin... He watched the scarlet with a kind of sickening feeling, as the blood looked as if it were streaming tear drops weeping from his cuts.
He felt even more sick just because he felt sick.
He offered Elena his comfort. He did the whole tender hearted compassionate thing... She shook her head as tears she held back glossed her eyes and told him she was fine and just wanted to be alone in Stefan's room, he like the useless fool he was pretended to believe her and came down to the parlour to drown out the sounds of the weeping angel upstairs with alcohol.
He wondered what he planned for comfort anyway. Damon couldn't offer anything but cold indifference and sarcasm, hell he couldn't even be sad Stefan was gone! He was more angry than sad really. And he had a right to be! Bright plan superman! Sell your soul off to Klaus, OH! and while your at it... Send Katherine with the cure! Cause you know you can trust the psychotic bitch whom fucked them over from the start!
"Fuck!" Damon growled kicking an antique looking Grandma chair into the wall and making the house shake and tremble from the force. Damon was so angry swore he felt red hot steam rushing from his pores, which, he side-noted, badly need a shower from the 100 pounds of sweat he worked off while he was burning up from werewolf-bite fever... He suddenly felt really gross and wondered if it was insensitve to shower while Elena cried...
Damon really wasn't trying to be... but Stefan would be fine... He re-thought that again. Then decided he needed another drink before he started contemplating the left-over big brotherly affection he had for the stupid twerp.
Elena heard a dangerous sounding crash from downstairs. Damon! she thought with dread that Klaus had come to collect the other brother.
The thing which angered Damon the most wasn't even the incredibly stupid fact Stefan had gone and trusted both Katherine and Klaus, it was the part where he almost left Elena unprotected. He kind of realized at the same time Katherine and Klaus had K in the first part of they're name.
He wondered and thought wildly. Damon was never good drunk, dirty, and angry... No worried. But who the hell for?
Humanity was just a bitch like that.
If Katherine hadn't shown up in a random act of kindness... Elena would be completely alone to fend for herself and not-to-mention everyone else.
God, he could eat Stefan's pretty green eyeballs right now... "Damon?" He heard a certain weeping angel say.
He turned to face the wrecked girl slowly, He felt his heart crack inside his rib-cage when he saw the tear stains on her cheeks and the puffiness of her eyes.
What he didn't see was the relief clear in her chocolate brown eyes... The soft barely audible breath that came with the realization Damon wasn't being kidnapped or worse killed...
When Damon turned to face Elena, she looked down at his hand... a soft worried expression filled her face as she noticed the red dripping from Damon's pale weirdly skinny sharp finger tips... They reminded her vaguely of claws. Elena didn't even take interest in the mess Damon had created.
She approached him with the intent to treat his wound, Damon jerked away as if her standing so close burned him.
Elena's eyes widened in confusion and he sighed. "Sorry... But now is not the time to poke the angry Bea- vampire." he corrected himself quickly.
she nodded with slight understanding and moved past him, sitting on the sofa she patted the seat next to her, "Am I allowed to sit next to him?"
Elena felt alone upstairs. Being with Damon she realized, soothed that angry abandoned feeling Stefan caused her.
"Whatever." Damon muttered... deciding sitting next to the girl he-not-so-secretly-loved, wasn't the worst thing in world... If anything it calmed him in a strange way. Funny Elena had won him over in all ways... The monster and the man... The sadistic and ... Nevermind.
Elena eyes were on him "Now, let me see your hand." he gripped it and protectively held it away from her as she reached for it.
She rolled her watery eyes, "Goddammit Damon! Just let me see your hand... I swear to god I'll find a vervain dart." she threatened only half-heartedly.
Damon realized even though her voice was of the more joking nature... Her dark fire eyes told a different story, and not willing to risk the hang-over feeling of the shitty after-effects of vervain... he very begrudingly handed over his scarlet stained limb, almost like a child whom had gotten his toy taken from him. Elena noted this with humor as he placed his hand in hers.
He was just itching to say something provocative like; 'Elena if you wanted to play nurse so badly... You should have brought your uniform, roleplay is much more fun that way....' But, he figured she didn't have the good enough mood to enjoy his joke and considering the fact she'd pity-kissed him...
Lets just say; he thought she slapped him enough times this year.
Elena lightly and carefully splayed out his palm and began to poke and prodd... Realizing why the wound hadn't healed.
"You have glass stuck in your palm, I need tweezers to get them out." Elena told him looking up slowly, her breath caught in her throat as she also realized how close his face had become to hers... Damon's lapis eyes were neon pools of cyan in the dark flickering light of the fireplace, Hypnotic.
Damon only seemed unaffected by the close proximity, but inside he was boiling harder than Lava. Hoping beyond hope they didn't see any change in others behavior... They tried to act casual as Elena separated from Damon, going to the nearest bathroom to grab a the things she needed.
When she returned Damon sat cross-legged near the fire-place, his face was highlighted honey-gold and she realized this was the only time she'd ever seen him look even a bit tan... Smiling with that in her head, she sat next to him and unrolled the towel which held her supplies.
Elena managed to wipe off the blood, but not scatter the pecies of glass further into his skin... and she pulled the clear scarlet from his skin with a certain expertise Damon didn't fail to notice.
"Ouch. Hurts!" Damon hissed each time the pecies were dislodged from his palm. he glared at her.
"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that!" Elena said sternly, "I'm not the one who decided it would be A-okay to use my vampire strength to shatter a thin-glassed burboun bottle in my bare hands." she chided concentrating on the glass she was removing.
She sounded like his Mother... "You sound like my Mother." he scoffed.
"Maybe thats exactly what you need, along with the bedtime and no treats before dinner thing." Elena smirked as she wondered idly if Damon was a Mama's boy or... just his Father's son.
Damon hissed as another large glass fragment dislodged from his skin and caused a sharp pain to run though his arm.
"Do you miss her?" Elena suddenly blurted looking back up towards his eyes.
Damon's jaw visibly tightened and his eyes narrowed to small blue slits. "I'd rather not talk about my parents Elena." he said tightly looking towards the fire-place to escape her curious gaze.
Elena immeditally felt guilty. But she'd been meaning to ask for months now... She'd heard Stefan's side of the story many times.
"My Mother died a few hours after I was born... Damon and her were apparently very close when she was alive and very er, smilar looking maybe even personality wise... Damon never talked about her well, acutally I'm not sure about that but neither did my Father unless I asked, I think thats why they were always fighting... I think in some screwed up way they blamed each other for her death... When the real reason was me all along I killed her... They should have hated me."
"Stefan told me you and your father were never close but..." She started softly.
"He lied." Damon said quickly clearly not wanting to talk about it.
He wondered what else his idiot of a little brother had lied about. Damon could hear his brother now 'Damon was an evil, evil, child a horrible son and a horrible brother too oh yeah and did I forget to mention a...' The Rat-Bastard always made him look bad.
Elena frowned. She had hit a soft spot...
"So tell me the truth." she insisted.
"You're really not going to let this one go are you?" Damon asked coldly eyes still narrowed. He learned from previous experiences Elena would be more hell-bent on secrets if you didn't spit them out.
"Nope." Elena said popping the P.
Damon thought back... Stretching his memory far back 146 years ago, his earliest memories... He almost looked in another world as he thought about it.
...
It was mid-fall in Veritas, The Salvatore Family's Large Plantation and Estate. The wind was blowing lightly, and it was mildly cold Multi-colored leaves... bight oranges, yellows, and deep reds along with discolored sticks and underbrush scattered the ground. Dozens of Pumpkins were sitting in there patch and in-season fruit trees such as scarlet apples were causing the trees branches to droop heavily. They would need to be picked soon.
The young Plantation Owner and his first born son were riding on a chestnut horse whom slowly trotted slowly along the front gate as the Plantation owner inspected his crops... His straight caramel-colored locks and dark jade eyes contrasted against the midnight and lapis of his sons paler features... The man idly worried about Damon's health, he was always so pale...
"Careful Damon." Giuseppe Salvatore chided as three-year old Damon Salvatore reached for the apple balancing between the horse he and his Father shared and the red shining fruit which held his attention.
Guiseppe ran his hand through his son's midnight curls and smirked almost amused when Damon swatted his hand away.
Damon absolutely hated when people touched his hair... It annoyed him to no end because a stupid blondie as Damon called her Cinda Forbes another Founder's child in Mystic Falls had wondered if Damon's hair would spring back up if she pulled on it... It hadn't and she nearly pulled out a black lock.
"Papa! Mela!" Damon bounced up and down wanting the fruit. Not to eat... Just to have. he pouted when his Father did not reach for the apple to give to him. He was used to getting what he wanted, both the House maids and his Mother spoiled him to no end... He always got waht he wanted.
Giuseppe laughed at him softly. "I will not get the Mela for you son, you must learn to do things yourself."
"But. I. don't. want. to. learn." The small Damon crossed his arms stubbornly and glared at the apple.
"Then no Mela for you." His Father said shruggingly, about to leave the tree with Damon on the horse... When Damon started to climb on his Father as if he was a tree... "Damon?" Giuseppe asked confused.
Suddenly Damon plopped back down with the red apple in his hands and smugly took a bite of the juicey fruit.
Damon looked at Giuseppe with large doe eyes which burned blue gloating fire.
Giuseppe chuckled light heartedly at his young son's cheeky behavior and reigned his horse as his son ate.
He had definitely gotten that look and smirk from his Mother.
...
It was spring at the Salvatore Estate... The leaves on trees a bright froggy green, the petals of the flowers in the Garden were in full bloom with purples, reds, and yellows as far as the eye could see... The smell of Lavender and Jasmine floated in the breeze better than any air fresher Damon had ever smelled in the twenty-first century... Nothing could compare to the smell of his Mother's Garden.
Damon tugged at the satin of his young Mother's blue dress. "Yes, My Love?" she asked when she noticed her child at her feet, "You're getting fat." Damon said bluntly with suspicion and narrowed eyes.
Aurora laughed, a pretty chiming sound that belonged solely within her... The lapis of her eyes glittered lightly gold flecked like his in humor but Damon did not see what was so funny. "Mama?" he said.
"I'm fat." Aurora said lightly with the laughter still in her voice, "Because I carry your baby brother within me." she smiled as Damon shook his head and still failed to understand... She might as well have been talking about mythical creatures... Like his Father whom was a superstious man who spoke of Werewolves and vampires as if they were real. Damon never believed him though... He liked to play along though. Imagine if such things were real... How horrible a thought!
Damon inspected his Mother with careful eyes and when she sat on a bench he poked at her stomach lightly with his baby finger, "He must not be very smart if he got himself stuck in there... What is his name?" Damon smirked at the thought.
"Stefan." Aurora said playing along with Damon's little game.
"Stupid Stefan." Damon said with a shaking head, "Will he come out soon?" Damon asked, "I want to play with him." he glared at his Mother's stomach with slight irritation.
He'd always wanted a little brother to play with... Jasper Fell had a little sister and they played together. He wondered what games Stefan would like.
Perhaps jacks... Or maybe he liked stories. Damon suddenly realized he should learn some to tell his new little brother.
Aurora nodded her head and smiled a sad knowing smile, "Soon." she pecked Damon on the head and tugged lightly at his hair smiling again when he swatted her hand away with irritation in his eyes.
...
"I was very close to both of my parents before and even after my Mother died." Damon told Elena truthfully. "Stefan dosen't understand I supppose he was busy in his own little world back then... Always focused on reading and other fantasy worlds authors created." Damon smirked a slight twist of the lips Elena secretly loved,"While I love a good nineteenth century cheesy romance novel as much as the next 'heterosexual' male I was much more realistic and saw things in more of... Shades of gray rather than black and white." Damon explained.
Elena wondered for a minute about the joking empasis on the male part... She didn't care to ask. Damon was Damon and who cared really. That and he was... She realized she didn't know his age and frowned before she answered.
"I see." Elena nodded... Sure sounded like Stefan, he was always reading books.
"I was very close to my Mother... Much closer than to my father, but that was becuase I was troublesome and I actually don't blame him for not liking me as much as Stefan... I did look almost exactly like his dead wife from the neck up that is." Damon paused for a second as if to think... Elena didn't believe that a parent would think like that but made no comment...
"I was too much like her... Though I had my Father's quick wit I also had my Mother's reckless impulsive behavior and I did things I myself at the time even thought were completely stupid." Damon smirked at that, "Though my Father seemed like a cold bastard he wasn't unfeeling and he never hated me and I really never hated him... We just had a very bitter Father-Son relationship where I knowingly did something stupid and he called me out on it and I like the angsty teen I was back in the day threw a gigantic hissy fit which would in turn cause him to be even more pissed and angry with me and we'd be at it worse than cats in the ally."
"So what Stefan said about you two blaming each other..." Elena left that open-ended as she was reminded of her abandonment once again.
"Stefan read complicated girlie angst filled romance novels Elena." Damon rolled his eyes making Elena giggle, "He complicated everything. But let me tell you I never did forgive the old-bastard for being so goddamn horny in the first place... It's a freaken wonder he only had two children and not a hundred let me tell you that."
Elena smiled at Damon's normal behavior... "Why didn't you want to talk about it?"
"Thought it might ruin your sparkly little Stephanie Meyer version of the terrible story of betrayal loss and... family." Damon said every word dripping with sarcasm, "Becuase Elena Dearly Departed Father of mine shot me in the heart and left me to die which I also haven't forgiven... Although I can't blame him for his prejudice I sure as hell can for his pointing a gun at me...OH and shooting me first, really not pushing the forgive button on that one either... Asshole." Damon spat.
"I'm sorry..." Elena said with geninue emotion and swallowed as she pulled out the last pecie of glass and dabbed his soon-healing cuts with the bubbly disinfectant. "There perfect." she purred with delight... She frowned as she realized Stefan was gone...
Damon huffed and pulled his hand back to inspect it as it slowly healed. "Remind me to buy a new crystal collection, I'm pretty sure I've broken all of my Burboun glasses and that bottle was one of the only three left." he wanted to kick himself as soon as the words came from his mouth.
"Do you want me to help you clean up?" Elena asked eyeing the strewn around furniture and broken glass.
As soon as the words were said Damon was gone and a blur flashed around the room cleaning in it's wake and when the mess was gone Damon appeared next to her panting like a dog... Not very attractive Salvatore sweaty, gross, and panting. He thought tiredly.
"No. *Pant* need." Damon panted.
Elena's brows furrowed and she looked worried, "Panting?" she said wide-eyed.
"Yeah, Its weird." Damon huffed, "I'm actually exhausted..." he trailed off with a frown.
Wait a second... He thought wildly, Vampires didn't pant or sweat for that matter.
"You need blood and a nap." Elena said, "You're probably all weak from after-affects." she smiled at that thinking about a weak Damon... It almost made her laugh to think of him like that, the thought was so ridiculous.
Damon didn't say anything when she started pulling him by the hand towards his room. Although it would have made a good opening for a sarcastic quip he kinda regretted not being witty when they were already in his room.
"So were you going to watch me strip down or..." Damon smirked at the thought.
Elena slapped his arm and he like the great actor he was frowned in 'dismay', "Shut-up." she said crossing her arms at him.