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Chapter 1

I had asked myself was it worth it live. Should I end it now? Throw myself into the fire before me and hope that it purified my soul. But there was no purifying me, I was destined for hell, and yet I had already known that. I had known it long before I ever swallowed the last drop of blood from a human. I had killed before, in war, I had taken a couple of lives. And even thought those lives were taken in a battle that was permitted by the law of society, was it not still a life. Did those souls that I released on the battlefield, somehow excluded me from hell? I didn't think so, I never saw the difference. And with that being said, I can confess that death never had much of an effect on me. I had damned myself along time ago. Whether, I had killed for my own survival, or that of my countries.

"Damon?" I heard my brother call to me. I was well aware that he had sat down on the side of me hours ago. Even with everything that I had put him through, he was still willing to be there for me. Suffice to say that Stefan was a better man than I was on my good days. He had probably taken this time of silence and reflected on this outcome and now he was prepared to move on and therefore help me do the same. Saint Stefan had found peace with Katherine a long time ago, and yet I could never allow for him to express such a feeling without a jilt or a dead body for him to cleanse from his front door. But as in his fashion he was willing to allow me one more chance. He probably thought that the toll of being a murderer for naught had begun to eat away at me. But I did not think of those that I had killed at this moment. In this moment I had thought of the brother that I had betrayed and the humanity that I had given up in return for, such a solemn, ending.

"Yes?" I answered him.

"Maybe you should get some rest? You've been here for hours."

"So have you."

"Alright then, maybe we need to get some rest. You have to be tired."

I looked over to him and I look into his eyes. And I knew that he would not gloat about such a thing as my failure, my foolishness. He wanted to take care of me and for some slighter of hopefulness that we could be as we once were, I wanted to let him. I arose from my seat and began to walk towards the stairs. I was aware that Stefan was behind me, probably thinking of the best way to tuck me into bed without taken away the last shred of manhood that I had left. I had placed my foot unto the first step, when something invaded my mind.

No, no, no... She's not dead. She can't be dead. Please, God, please. Bring her back, bring her back. Please.

I fell to my knees and clutched my head. There was an intense pain that split through my skull.

"Damon!" Stefan yelled knelling by my side. I raise my head to look at him but something pulls my vision to the steps above me and then I see the soul of a witch, began to form.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. She takes a step downward.

"Damon, who are you talking to?" Stefan asked.

"I have unfinished business, vampire." The specter answers and then she disappears.

"Damon?" Stefan says to me. I look over to him.

"Go and check on the little witch. Her grandmother has passed."

End of Chapter