those eyes weren't yours.
why won't i let you pull the stitches from my wrists, like i've let you do so many times before?
these games we play/desert city soundtrack
Sometimes Damon has these dreams where he's running. He doesn't know what from but he can feel it- like there's something following him and he keeps turning around to look but there's nothing there. His surroundings change and he's back in Mystic Falls in 1864 in the meadow near his home. He can see Katherine standing mere metres away and she's calling out to him, that same mischievous grin on her face he thinks is imprinted in his brain, but he can't hear her. Then suddenly she turns and she's running, running away from him, willing him to chase her but he can't- his feet are rooted to the spot.
Sometimes Damon doesn't like to sleep.
When Katherine appears in front of him in his room, eyes blinking innocently, he knows it's really her. It's not just some dream he's conjured up in is imagination, it's real, she's there.
"Katherine."
He never really imagined what it would be like to see her again; never thought it was even in the realm of possibilities. It's funny- you'd think he would've been dreaming of this day for over a century: they'd lock eyes, she'd run into his arms, he'd pepper kisses down her neck and murmur I love you a hundred times into her hair.
He'd been too preoccupied by the chase, spending every waking moment searching for his beloved. But he guesses that's what love does to you- it draws you in with light and hope and the promise of something wonderful, and then it swallows you whole and spits you back onto the ground, where there's nobody to catch you.
"Hello Damon." She almost looks bored. "Where's Stefan?"
He should've known.
He's been searching for her for almost a century and a half, He devoted his immortality to getting her out of the tomb.
Of course she'd want Stefan.
He smirks; it's become sickeningly easy for him to mask his emotions.
"What on earth brings you back to Mystic Falls, Katherine?" He asks her, casually avoiding her eyes under the pretence of looking for a shirt.
She takes a step closer (he takes a step back). He's reminded of the days of his innocence: when he was young and naïve and so very in love with this beautiful girl with a secret. He always used to be slightly scared of her back then (he'd never admit he still is).
"Tell me where he is Damon."
She steps closer again; he doesn't step back (he wants her, he wants Katherine).
"You'll have to kill me first." It comes out sounding twisted and bitter (and everything he is).
"I'm serious Damon." It sounds like a warning; saccharine smile still pasted on her face.
"So am I." He returns (she's got him backed against the wall).
She closes her hands around his throat, so small and cold and ever so menacing.
"Damon." It's his last warning.
"Katherine." He doesn't care.
He feels her fingers tighten (he wants to tell her he loves her).
She's his last thought before the world goes black around him.