Damon stared at the cracked ceiling of his cell, the deep gray of the shadows seeming to crawl across the walls and his floor. Signing he rolled over and covered his head with his pillow. As he closes his eyes he saw the day that took his heart.
"No, no…Elena, ELENA!" He screams watching as Elena fell to the ground, a familiar deep red liquid starting to seep through the front of her shirt. "NO!"
He ran to her as the shooter scrambled away. He fell to his knees ignoring the new scrapes on them and his own blood starting to trickle out the fresh cuts. He pressed his hands to the wound above her own blood stained hand. He grabbed her other hand and whispered to her. "I'm so sorry Lena, I'm so sorry."
"You…Didn't know Damon. You didn't know." She rasped as she choked on the blood pooling in her lungs. "I'm not ready to go…" She choked out.
"It's going to... it's going to be okay."
"Can you kiss it all better?" Elena tried to joke, the fire in her chest growing. Coughing she reached up to touch Damon's chin, the once tan service now red with her blood.
"I wish I could baby, I wish I could." He looks up to where the coward ran and let a low growl escape his lips. The black pistol was lying next to light post, the black service gleaming in the lamps light.
"Stay with me till I fall asleep?" She whispered as she slowly closed her eyes.
"I will…I promise." Damon said leaning down to place a kiss to her forehead. He could feel her temperature decreasing as he held her for what seemed like hours. "I will avenge you Elena." Letting go of her he let the paramedics to take her away. They offered to drive him to the hospital but he gruffly declined. Walking away he slowly bent to pick up the still slightly smoking gun.
"Sir?" a deep voice asks from next to the ambulance.
He continued to walk toward the alley way the shooter ran down. He could hear the man, his advanced ears knowing exactly where he was. He could hear his breath, his sweat dripping onto the ground. Holding the gun up he pointed it straight at the mans heart, he could hear its pace quicken, with out blinking Damon pulled the trigger and watched as the man fell.
Falling to his knees he stared at the mans lifeless face. Cops grabbed his arms and handcuffed him, he didn't fight back.
The big bad Damon Salvatore was arrested and sentenced to 25 to life for man slaughter.
Why did he force Elena to take the cure?
Why was he now stuck in a prison cell?
He could easily compel the guards to let him go but he didn't. He didn't care. Stefan had offered to get him out, to break him out and go to mexico, live as ranchers and forget. But no, he stayed.
His cell becoming home.