Hi everyone! Thanks for reading my story! This is my first fanfic ever, so let me know if you have any suggestions. My goal is to eventually write the entire series from Damon's POV. This will follow canon, and most of the dialog is from the transcripts. I do not own the vampire diaries, I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Enjoy!
Damon's Night
Episode 1
Four months later
Again I wait on the road. Waiting for my next meal. I like this shirt, so I'm not lying on the asphalt. My impatience is accruing in me. I decide to play with the fog. One of my favorite hobbies. Lovely thick fog.
I think of her eyes. Those big doe eyes. I've been observing her for the last four months, using my crow to keep an eye on her. The sadness that has overcome her. Trying so hard to be strong for her brother.
Just then a car hits me and I go flying in the air. Damn it. I said I liked this shirt. Oh, well, show time.
As I lie on the ground waiting for them to approach, I can her them in the car.
"Are you ok?" says a male voice.
His companion, a female responds, "We just hit someone! Oh my god!"
"Call for help," the man calls as he opens the door and gets out of the car.
I can hear his heartbeat as he approaches me. Oh, he's so scared that he actually hurt me. I smile as I try to lay still.
"Come on, come on!" I hear from the vehicle.
"Please be alive!" He grabs my hand. I feel him rub is hand over my ring. I know he can tell just how cold my touch is. "Oh, my god."
I cannot wait any longer. I lunge at him and pierce his throat with my teeth. Enjoying the flow of blood into my body giving me strength. God, cheap beer, really? Sometimes I wish everyone knew how to enjoy the finer spirits and didn't douse themselves in Coors. Oh, well, more bourbon for me.
"There's no signal!" I hear her call as she gets out of the car. She looks around trying to figure out where we went. "Darren! Darren? "
A lover of good dramatic effect, I toss Darren's body onto the hood of the vehicle. She turns and sees his dead corpse and starts screaming.
Now that is a wonderful sound. They always taste so much better when they're scared. Well, maybe it's just more exciting for me. Either way, I'm not complaining.
She starts to run down the street as fast as her legs will carry her. I watch her for a minute, then I swoop down and claim my prey.
The next day
She's leaving the house today. She hasn't done that in a long time. My crow watches her from above as she gets into a blue Prius. It's almost the same shade as my car, briefly wishing I was the one picking her up. Before she enters the car it looks like she steels herself and adds a smile to her face. This is not the genuine smile she had given me months previous, but a forced smile trying to show her friends she's ok. The sadness that has overcome her in these months due to her parents death, I cannot help but wonder how cursed this girl must be to have been born with Katherine's face, but not her spirit.
As I watch her drive off in the vehicle, I can only imagine what vapid high school chit chat she has to endure. How can she be wasted by being a high school student? Damon, get a grip. She is nothing. My anger builds by my ongoing distraction with this girl. I lash out in the only way I can from this distance.
My crow crashes straight into the windshield, causing the car to screeches to a halt. Let that be a warning, I think. You are never safe and I am always watching.
As my crow lands safely on a nearby signpost, I sigh as I realize she doesn't even know I'm watching. She probably just thought it was a freak accident.
Later that day
I've followed her again. I really need a new hobby. She's sitting by her parent's grave, writing in that green diary as always. She looks so sad and beautiful. Her long straight brown hair, that red top that shows just the hint of what lies beneath, those tight jeans. I really should take away that sadness.
What am I thinking. I don't want to help her. Maybe I can scare her a bit. That would distract her. Turn her sadness into fear.
My crow lands on the grave and starts squawking at her. "Ok. Hi bird." Wait, does she know it's me? "That's not creepy or anything." Of course she doesn't think it's me. Why do I always believe that she is going to break through her compulsion and know that I'm following her?
Might as well give her more of the thrill. Get that delicious smelling blood of hers boiling. I start to creep the fog in, surrounding her.
She rises and tries to wave the bird off, "Shoo! That's what I thought."
As she turns she sees that my crow is now watching her from behind. It squawks again at her. This is not what causes her heart to start pounding furiously beneath her chest. I'm standing, just a few gravesites away, surrounded in fog. I know she sees me. I feel her breath catch in her throat. She turns and starts to run as fast as she can out of the cemetery. Do I follow?
My crow catches up to her first, seeing her trip and fall, just before she reaches the road. I decide I will go and be the hero to her when I see him.
Stefan. What is he doing here? How dare he speak with her. I've claimed her as mine.
Glad to see Elena's no dummy as she questions him, "Were you following me?"
"No, I-a, I-a just – I saw you fall." Wow, brother, I roll my eyes. Way to know how to charm a lady.
"Uh-huh, and you just happened to be hanging out in a cemetery," Elena responds.
"I'm visiting. I have family here." Yeah, family you could care less about, I think. If only you knew how close your immediate family was.
I can see the change in Elena's face, feeling guilty for her words to Stefan. "Oh. Wow. Tactless. I'm sorry. It's the fog, it's making me foggy. And then back there, there was this – this bird, and it was all very Hitchcock for a second. That is the bird movie, right, the Hitchcock?" I smile knowing that she appreciated the effort I went to set my scene of terror, but it is quickly replaced by a frown as I wonder how this girl has made it through life without watching The Birds. "I'm Elena."
"I'm Stefan."
"I know. We have History together." Are you kidding me? Stefan is going to school again? How many high school diplomas does one man need? This can't be a coincidence. He's back for Elena. How did he know she exists?
"And English and French," replies Stefan. God, he's stalking her, too. And she's falling for it.
"Right."
The beast in me growls as he reaches up to pull a leaf out of Elena's hair.
"Thanks…" It looks like she's struggling to keep the conversation going, "Nice ring."
"Oh. Um, it's a family ring, yeah. I'm kinda stuck with it. It's weird, huh?" I fight the urge to rip the ring off his finger and watch him burn in the sunlight for being so close to her. He needs to leave. Now.
"No, no. It's just, I mean, there are rings and then there's that." Elena chuckles softly.
A breeze hits. I smell it just as Stefan does. Fresh blood. NO! My brother cannot be left alone with Elena bleeding. I ready myself to jump out and save her from my ripper brother.
"Did you hurt yourself," Stefan asks.
"Hmm?" Elena distractedly says.
He repeats, "Did you hurt yourself?"
"Oh, uh, I don't know." I tense up as I watch Elena walk over to a rock and lift up her pant leg. I can clearly see the blood oozing down her leg. I fight the need to go and lick her wound, cherishing the wonderful taste that I know must be her. That liquid sunshine that I've been dying to try.
"Oh! Would you look at that. That is not pretty."
I see Stefan turn and his face change into the monster within. Should I stop him now? Can I risk giving away my master plan to save this one girl?
"Are you ok?" I pull my eyes away from Stefan and look into Elena's face. She looks at Stefan with concern.
"You should go. Take care of that."
Elena rolls down her pants, "Really it's nothing."
While her head is turned, Stefan runs into the woods. Ok, now I know he's here for a reason. He fought his ripper instincts. My possessive feeling over this girl is not to be denied. I need to get my brother out of this town. I mean, I need him out to stop him, from stopping me, from rescuing Katherine. Katherine cannot know he is around until we have reunited and rekindled our love. Yes, that's why he must leave, I confirm with myself, as I watch the shocked girl walk back to her house.
The next evening
Ah. First week of school party. Douche bag central. Lots of people for me to feed off of. I think I'll leave a little surprise for Stefan. He cannot risk being found out. His bunny diet has left him too weak to compel an entire town into not thinking he's a vampire.
As I stalk the woods for stragglers, I see a pretty girl walking alone. She seems to be drunk and hopped up on some sort of drugs. Hmm. I could go for a slight contact high.
I bring my signature fog in. She's so out of it this should really freak her out. I want the most dramatic effect possible.
"Jeremy? Is that you?" She calls. Yes, because the young Gilbert boy can also summon fog at will, I think as I roll my eyes. I realize I'm happy I'm not going to kill this one. She's pretty and her simple nature will go well with my plans.
I know she senses me, as she turns around, "Jeremy?" she again calls, sounding slightly panicked.
As she turns back, I'm right in front of her. She screams as I rip into her throat.
At the Salvatore boarding house
Ah, the boarding house. I had not been back since my return to Mystic Falls. I had little interest in rekindling a relationship with my great nephew Zach. I knew he kept good enough care of the place. I cannot believe my brother is stupid enough to return here. Does he not know that the same families still live here? They will not turn a blind eye to a Salvatore returning to the fold.
I'm looking around Stefan's room. Same old brother. Journals everywhere spilling his inner most thoughts. Dear diary, the forest animals are laughing at me. They can feel my pain. Don't they know I don't want to hurt them when I latch onto them? I almost laugh out loud at my brothers incoherent ramblings. Why did he see the need to write everything down from all of his years? Let the past go.
Well, maybe I'm not one to talk, as I think about Katherine. My reason for being. The only thing that keeps me going. I will find her. I care not about anything else that has occurred these past 150 years, all I want to see is her again. As I think of her, my thoughts quickly turn to Elena, and that sad smile of hers.
Stefan walks into the room. His forehead brooding so much, you would think his eyebrows and eyelashes were one.
As he cannot see me over his giant eyebrows I go out onto his balcony, always wanting to go with the chance for dramatic flair.
I send my crow in first, and watch as Stefan's eyes follows its trail. He knows it's me.
He turns and see's me in the entryway of the balcony.
"Damon."
"Hello, brother."
"Crow's a bit much, don't you think?"
"Wait till you see what I can do with the fog," I wink in reply.
"When did you get here," he questions me tensely.
"Well, I couldn't miss your first day at school," I respond, looking around his room again. "Your hair's different. I like it." Hero hairdos are all the rage, I think to myself.
"It's been 15 years, Damon."
"Thank God. I couldn't take another day of the nineties. That horrible grunge look? Did not suit you. Remember, Stefan, it's important to stay away from fads." I chuckle to myself as I remember his grunge style. Stefan always did like to be "hip" with the times. I prefer my signature look, complete with leather jackets. Those have been in style since the 50's.
"Why are you here?"
"I miss my little brother."
"You hate small towns. It's boring. There's nothing for you to do." He thinks he knows me so well. It's true that I haven't been able to feed much in town, draws too much attention. I know he wants to know the real reason I'm here, afraid that it's the same reason he's here.
"I've managed to keep myself busy."
"You know, you left that girl alive tonight. That's very clumsy of you."
I scoff in response, "Ah. That can be a problem…for you." I smile.
"Why are you here now?" Ah, the million dollar question. I won't let him know the true answer, so I'll play along with him, causing him fear for his precious little copy.
"I could ask you the same question. However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up all into one little word…Elena."
As if it were possible to brood more, Stefan finds a way. His eyebrows attempt to jump off his face and come after me at the mention of her name.
I continue, "She took my breath away. Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine." I prod; knowing that inside Elena is nothing but a cheap imitation of the wonder that is Katherine. I cannot help but poke my brother further. "Is it working, Stefan? Being around her, being in her world? Does it make you feel alive?" For just an instant I think of the sunshine smell of her.
"She's not Katherine."
"Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended." Us hating each other for all time, her stuck in a tomb for 150 years. "Tell me something, when's the last time you had something stronger than a squirrel?" He wasn't in ripper mode earlier. How stable is he? Can I trust him not to out me in this town before my plan is finished? Will he hurt Elena? I quickly dismiss that last thought.
"I know what you're doing, Damon. It's not gonna work." Oh, if he really knew what I was doing….
"Yeah? Come on. Don't you crave it a little?" I advance on Stefan, giving tiny pushes on him, trying to start a fight.
"Stop it!" I need him to let the ripper take over. Then his guilty conscious will take over and he'll leave this town again for another Lexi detox. I just need some time without him looking over my shoulder.
"Let's do it. Together. I saw a couple of girls out there. Or just, let's cut to the chase, let's just go straight for Elena."
"STOP IT!" Stefan yells and shoves me back.
"Imagine what her blood tastes like!"
Stefan's ripper face comes out, his eyes go veiny and black, I see his teeth come out.
"I can," I almost freeze for a moment imagining the glorious smell from her cut earlier that day.
"I said STOP!" Stefan runs straight into me and throws himself and me out the window.
Well, this is fun I think. I move to the hedge fence as I watch him fall flat on his face after the dive, landing with a crash on the pavement.
"I'm impressed," I say to Stefan as he looks at me calmly standing there. "I give it a six. Missing style, but I was pleasantly surprised. Very good with the whole face-(I imitate his growling face)-thing. It was good."
"You know, it's all fun and games, Damon, huh? But wherever you go, people die." Stefan starts stalking closer to me. His veins are mostly gone, and the look that remains makes it look like he will start crying at any moment. What a wuss my brother has become.
"That's a given," I respond.
"Not here. I won't allow it." Like he could stop me.
"I take that as an invitation," I say with a smile.
"Damon, please. After all these years, can't we just give it a rest?"
You'd like that wouldn't you. Me to forgive you for taking Katherine, dooming me to this life, letting her die? "I promised you an eternity of misery, so I'm just keeping my word."
"Just stay away from Elena." Really, that's what this all comes down to? He can keep his cheap copy. Might keep him distracted.
"Where's your ring?," I ask. "Oh, sun's coming up in a couple of hours, and, poof, ashes to ashes."
Stefan looks at his hand in panic. His ring is missing. He shoots me a pleading glance.
"Relax. It's right here." I hold the ring out to him. Stefan gingerly takes it and places it back on his finger. I think to myself, you're my brother, like I'd actually kill you. But you do need to know who's boss.
I get into full vampire mode fangs, veins, and all, "You should know better than to think you're stronger than me." I grab him by the throat and throw him against the garage. "You lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again." I hear a sound coming from the house.
"I think we woke Zach up." I smile and start walking towards the boarding house. "Sorry, Zach." Time to say hello to my nephew.
The Grill
My meeting with Zach went as well as to be expected. He hates both of us, but at least he knows who's in charge. I needed to get out of there, get a drink, and maybe a girl.
As I sat at one of the tables, nursing my drink, I overheard some of the conversation next to me. Two girls going on and on about how they never get the guy. The girl whining is actually quite attractive, if you like that Barbie look. Then I hear them talking about the one thing that always catches my attention in this town.
"And…Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and…I'm never the one."
These are Elena's friends? Some friends. Fighting over the same boy. Wait, they're talking about my brother, I almost groan at the thought.
"It's not a competition, Caroline."
"Yeah, it is."
I like this girl's drive. I have a feeling she would be fun and allow me to keep a closer watch on Elena and Stefan. As the dark haired girl leaves the table to head to the back, I look over at Barbie and give her a small nod. Her face instantly lights up. I know I have her, but I'll wait until later to collect. I have the feeling I would kill her right away if I take her now.
I'll need her for later.
