A year had pasted since that fateful night when all hell broke loose in Mystic Falls. The night when Klaus was defeated, at the price of many innocent lives,
including Stefan Salvatore. Elena eventually moved on in her life. Although their was a big empty hole in her chest, the place where she lost the Salvatore brothers,
she was able to continue life as best she could.
Ever since Damon left her, Elena couldn't help feeling abandoned. She wondered if he really had cared about her the way she cared about him. Elena wouldn't have left Damon high and dry the way he left her. Where was Damon? Was he causing trouble? Did he fall in love with some other damsel in distress and forget all about her? These were the questions that haunted Elena every time she passed by the old boarding house, or touched her precious vervain necklace. A necklace given to her by her true love Stefan to protect her, ironically, from her savior Damon.
Many miles away from Mystic Falls sat a totally handsome dark stranger alone at a bar. His eyes were piercing blue and his smile, which was rarely shown, was gorgeous and mocking at the same time. People who saw him automatically wondered who this stranger was, but were to frightened to talk to him. His black leather jacket and jet black hair screamed danger. The female bartender who had seen this man spend many nights alone at this bar, finally got the nerve to ask him his name.
" Damon Salvatore, pleasure to meet you." the soothing wonderful voice of the man said.
" I'm guessing you're new in town, so where are you from?" asked the very curious bar tender.
"Here and there." Damon slurred, acting more drunk then he actually was.
" Oh, I see how it is. Mr. Mysterious. Bet you've got a shit load of skeletons in the closet, huh?."
"You could say that." Damon said starting to become more and more irritated. Damon didn't want to think about the past. It was just too painful. Every day when he woke up he thought of Elena. Of the life she must be living without him. Surely she had a new boyfriend. Just the thought of another man holding Elena in his arms made him sick. He loved her with all his heart but he just couldn't go back there. To Mystic Falls. He had already done enough to hurt her and he couldn't stand to hurt her again.
"Well," Said the bartender leaning over the counter closer to Damon. "I get off work in ten minutes, maybe we can get out of here and you can tell me all about your demons."
Ha! Damon thought. How stupid is this woman. Doesn't she realize how dangerous I am? How I could manipulate her and then take away her memory? Damon was tempted to do just that. To indulge in his urges and drink the warm tasty blood that flows through her veins. He could easily drain her of every last drop of blood in her body. It would be so easy... But he couldn't. He promised himself he would be good, for Stefan, for Elena.
Damon got up abruptly and turned his back to the woman. She was stunned and hurt from the rejection for sure but didn't realize how lucky she was for it. Damon walked out into the cool silent night. He could go anywhere he wanted, any where in the world. There was no limits on the things he could do with his life. No friends or family he was tied to, but yet there was always a nagging feeling inside him, to return home. To return to Mystic Falls.
