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Damon sighed heavily as he approached the clearing where his lover lay. Taking a deep breath, he went over to sit in the barren field beside him. He sat down heavily, making himself comfortable before he poured a shot of bourbon into the two glasses he'd produced from his pocket. He placed one of them beside his lover and, after taking a shot of his own drink, began to speak.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" he faked on a cheerful voice.

Silence. Not that Damon expected him to reply.

"I know," Damon carried on as if he had spoken. "It's been a few years since I last visit, but I come bearing gifts." he indicated the bottle of bourbon and the shot glasses.

" It's not exactly flowers but I figured you of all people would apprecate it."

More silence. Damon cleared his throat.

"I just thought you'd like to know that Klauss is dead." Damon smirked."Apparently there's more than one way to kill an original."

He took a quick swig of his drink, taking the time to refill his glass before continuing.

"Saint Stefan is back." Damon gave a little chuckle.

"Once we killed Klauss he was more than ready to turn his humanity back on, and of course Elena came running back into his arms without hesitation."

Damon rolled his eyes.

"Blondie and the Lockwood kid are back together too. Same with mini Gilbert and the witch. It seems like everyone's got someone now."

Damon stood up, slowly brushing his pants off.

"You're an idiot. You know that right?" Damon said suddenly angry.

"You knew the ring was running out of juice!"

He sighed in frustration.

" One day. Just one god damn day, you were supposed to lay low-I told you to lay low- until the witch could figure out how to make that ring stronger."

Damon laughed humorlessly.

"But you just couldn't listen could you?"

He fell to his knees, the strength seeping out of him along with his anger.

"You never did listen to me."

Damon gripped the tombstone:

Alaric Saltzmen

1978-2012

"It's not fair" He said softly.

The shot glass Damon had placed precariously on the gravestone tipped over seeping into the grass.

"This is my fault. I should've known that you'd follow me to try and help kill the hybrids. I should've been strong enough to kill them before they got to you. I should've been strong enough to save you." he trailed off.

Damon lay down in the grass beside the grave, gently pressing his forehead to the cold stone.

"I miss you" he whispered.

Ehh. Not sure how i feel about this one but i thought i should post it anyway. It's pretty short but i promise my next one will be much longer! (i hope)

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