Disclaimer: I do not own anything. The Vampire Diaries is the work of L. J. Smith and the TV adaption is the work of The CW.
Dear Diary,
You would think that as we age, our memories would start to fade. Slowly, like a dying ember, until finally that last little spark sputters out and then that memory is just gone. I guess that is the case for humans. But I'm not human; I'm a vampire.
For me, I remember everything in vivid detail, the colours too bright and the emotions too real. Even my human memories are like that, though in duller colours. I remember Liz the last time I ever saw her. She was wearing a god awful brown dress the colour of mud and her hair was a mess.
But she was happy and beautiful in that natural way as she told me about our father working out a union between her and that gentleman she had taken a fancy too. Out of all my siblings, I missed Liz the most. At least I missed her the most until the day I just stopped thinking of them with sadness.
I can't really talk about this fascination with memories that I have with Damon. He would say it's no use dwelling on the past or he would just make a joke about my age. My vampire age, I mean.
"Can you put that thing away for one second?"
I grinned to myself as I snapped my journal closed and tossed it on the end table. "Why Damon? Feeling the lack of attention?"
Damon smirked at me from his spot leaning against the fireplace. A glass of bourbon dangled from one hand while the other was busy fiddling with his ring. "You're almost as bad as Elena with a journal."
"You know reading and writing sharpen the mind."
"Like you haven't had enough time to do that in your hundreds of years of being alive," he scoffed.
"I haven't. I was too busy having fun," I laughed. "And speaking of fun, are you coming to the bonfire tonight?"
Damon pushed off the fireplace mantle and settled in the couch across from me. "I went once and once was enough, thank you very much."
"Oh c'mon Damon, it will be my first high school bonfire party. You have to go." I pushed out my lip and widened my eyes, hoping the begging puppy look would work in my favour.
"Don't give me that look Diana," Damon groaned. "You know I look badass but I'm a secret softie inside!"
"Say you'll come?" I pressed, fluttering my eyelashes.
Damon took a long swig of his drink and then shook his head. "Fine, I'll go."
I jumped up with a laugh and pecked him on the cheek. "And that's why I love you."
"Because I'm whipped?"
"Because you know how much I want to go so you're willing to come along even though you're sacrificing a night of drinking with Ric."
"But you know if I don't go, it's not like you'll be alone. Elena and Caroline will be there. So will Bonnie, Kai, Matt and Tyler."
"Too late, you already said yes." I grabbed Damon's drink and took a healthy swig before returning it to his waiting hand. "And besides, the way you guys were talking about Klaus and that ritual, it sounds like everyone could use a little fun."
"I could have fun drinking with Ric," Damon muttered.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair and smiled. "If you really want to, go ahead and drink with Ric. But if Jenna tries to chase you out of the house with a frying pan again, I'm not coming to save you."
"That was one time."
"One time too many in my opinion."
I was still standing over Damon, my fingers playing in his hair, so he had to look up at me. "So you're okay if I don't go to the bonfire?"
"Like you said, it's not like I'll be alone."
Damon shifted over on the couch and I snuggled against his side. The fire was roaring and I could feel it's heat from my perch but it was a pleasant warmth.
"So any chance of Stefan coming tonight?" I asked after a stretch of contented silence.
I felt Damon shrug. "I don't know. He's got his humanity back since Klaus took it but he's still not all the way on the wagon."
I peered up at Damon. "So he's having a rough time?"
"Kind of. The animal blood just isn't satisfying his hunger anymore but he can't have blood straight from a human yet because he'll just end up killing them. He's been using blood bags but I see that he has to struggle not to gorge himself."
"Maybe you should invite him out with you and Ric? If he can't fully control the thirst, maybe a bonfire full of teenagers isn't the best place for him."
Damon smiled down at me as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Maybe I will. Getting drunk will do him some good."
I unwillingly untangled myself from Damon's arms and stood up.
"And where do you think you're going?" Damon asked, his smirk clear in his voice.
"I promised Lexi I would try to convince Bonnie to make her a daylight ring and I have to get ready for the bonfire," I said, running my fingers through my hair and unnecessarily stretching. "So I figured I might as well do it at the same time. Caroline and Elena are getting ready at Bonnie's and Caroline invited me."
"It's five o'clock," Damon stated, looking quite confused. "How long does it take to get ready for a party?"
"Obviously, you've never been a girl."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Thank god for that."
I lightly smacked him on the arm with a laugh. In one of the those super fast vampire moves, Damon grabbed my wrist while simultaneously depositing his drink on the end table and pulled me down on top of him on the couch.
If I wanted to fight him off, I could have but I just let him tangle his fingers in my long hair and drag my lips down to his. His hands moved to hold my hips as his warm lips that tasted like bourbon pressed hungrily against mine.
I shivered from the feelings Damon was eliciting. It was like my blood was singing and my undead heart was trying to beat out of my chest. My fingers were tangled in his hair as I pressed myself harder against Damon.
It was only when Damon started kissing down my throat that I remembered that I was supposed to be somewhere. With a groan, I untangled my fingers and sat up far enough that I was safe from Damon continuing trying to kiss me. With a giggle, I felt Damon's hardness pressing against me as I shifted.
"As much as I enjoy this, I promised Lexi I would talk to Bonnie," I said, tossing my messy waves over one shoulder.
"Lexi can wait." Damon moved his hands from my hips to slide up and hold my sides.
"Lexi has waited five hundred and some years," I said.
"Then what's a little longer?" he asked, his voice husky.
Damon could see that I was wavering. To press his advantage, he slid his hands down again and this time slid them over my thighs.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but it's got to be a quickie."
And in another one of those lightening fast vampire moves, I was up in Damon's arms and being carried up the stairs to his bedroom.
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