My Second TVD Story! (Claps) . Another Damon Story, But With My Own Character. I Thought, I'd Give This OOC Thing A Try.

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Summary : She smiled. "Then, Damon, that's who you are. You're not the hero everyone wants you to be, Elena wants you to be. You're a murderer. You're a horrible older brother. You're not someone who dwells in their thoughts. Damon, you're afraid...and I accept that, because that's who you are. You're all of those things and everyone who tries to change just doesn't understand. Make them understand, make them see who Damon Salvatore really is." DamonxOOC

OOC played by : Kristen Stewart (Blonde)

Disclaimer : I Own NOTHING (other then my own characters) !

Story inspiration : "Save Rock and Roll." - Fall Out Boy ft. Elton John

Prologue : Damon Salvatore

She blew the smoke out her mouth, watching as it floated around her. It was rare for her hair to be out, but it was.

"Smoking is bad for you." A voice suddenly said next to her. "You know that right?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're bad for me." She muttered, forgetting just for the moment, that he could hear everything she says. He is a vampire, after all.

It was silent But they both had words they wanted to spill. She looked at him.

"You're not drunk?" She asked, sarcasm lacing her voice. "How surprising."

He didn't bother replying. Their love-hate friendship was starting to grow on him. The moon shined down on the both of them, reflecting off of their pale skin.

She rested her head back against the tree, her hair getting, momentarily, stuck on the hard edges.

"Damon?" her voice caught him off guard. He was enjoying the silence. The peaceful aroma the girl had around her. "What do you love?"

The answer was easy, "Elena." there was no hesitation.

She chuckled, before sucking another drag out of the cigarette. Damon would be the one to misunderstand her question. He never seemed to listen. Like, really listen. He stared at her, watching as the smoke left her mouth, once again.

"I asked you what you love, not who you love." she sighed before turning her head towards his. "What you don't understand is, you are what you love, not who loves you. If we're gonna do this, you have to know what you love."

She didn't bother letting him know about the feelings she had towards him. She feelings she grew in the short amount of time that she knew him. She cursed herself because of it. It was ironic, almost story-like. You know, when the girl, the one who's sole mission was to take out the bad guy, but then she gets to know him and realizes she better then any woman he's ever been with. He's better then any man she's ever been with.

Those stories were always, pathetic to her.

'Why take your eyes off the prize? Why get to know the bad guy? That's not your job.' she would ask herself. She didn't know why, but she was still drawn to those types of stories, no matter how much she hated them.

She could feel his eyes on her, wanting her to look at him. Like, really look at him. But she didn't. Instead she shook the thoughts and emotions off and sat up straighter. She took one more drag of the cigarette and then smushed it, into the tree, dropping it afterwards. She turned to look up at the moon and then looked back at Damon, deciding to look into his eyes.

She ignored the thoughts and memories that penetrated her mind. The thoughts, the memories that belonged to Damon. It was getting easier for her to do; something she was glad about.

"Call me," she began. "when you know what you love."

She climbed down the short tree and began to walk through the forest. She knew about the vampires and the werewolves that could kill her at any moment, but she didn't care. She couldn't die anyway.

Silas's orders.

She was at the edge of the forest when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She answered it, not bothering to look at the caller I.D. Not bothering to say a word.

"I love killing innocent people. I love torturing my brother. I love running from my problems. I love staying in the past because i'm afraid of the future. I'm afraid of right now. I love not thinking because then I'm free. I'm free from...this. I don't- I don't know how I'll save Stefan, and i'm afraid." His voice was deep and soft. The words that escaped his mouth seemed to lift the weight that's been on his shoulders. He was never able to admit those to anyone. No one would listen. Everyone expected him to have the answers, but he didn't.

She smiled. "Then, Damon, that's who you are. You're not the hero everyone wants you to be, Elena wants you to be. You're a murderer. You're a horrible older brother. You're not someone who dwells in their thoughts. Damon, you're afraid...and I accept that, because that's who you are. You're all of those things and everyone who tries to change just doesn't understand. Make them understand, make them see who Damon Salvatore really is."

He smiled.

"But first, let's take down Silas."

He knew there was a reason he liked being around her.