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Chapter 9: Amnesia
Third Person POV
Fucking amnesia, Damon thought to himself, are you fucking kidding me?
"I think you should rest for a bit," Damon tells Enzo before trying to push him back to lay down, "you don't look so good."
"I'm fine," Enzo pushes him away, "who are you?"
Damon looks at the floor in silent sadness, just like he always used to hide, wondering how this had happened. Sure, damage had to be done, but why in such a cruel way? His best friend didn't remember him, and he felt like going to sleep and waking up from all this shit, since it has been a long ass day.
Enzo looks up at him, and questions.
"So um," he waited until Damon made eye contact, "are you my boyfriend?" He immediately sees that Damon had a hesitant look in his eye. He cuts him off as he opens his mouth, "surely you care about me an awful lot from the looks of it, and I assume I cared about you too… so, am I gay?"
Damon hesitated as he opened his mouth, before he quickly closed it again. Gulp. He didn't want to disappoint Enzo as the thought of being gay disappointed his own self.
"No," he mutters under hidden tears, "you're just a really close friend." Damon smiles towards him.
He smiles back with a genuine sincerity. "Well, I'm sorry I can't remember you."
"It's okay," Damon assures him, "I think you should rest, it's close to 7pm."
"Alright, whatever you think is best, 'really close friend'."
That definitely earned Damon a smile when he saw Enzo smile at him after his statement.
As Enzo falls asleep a lot faster than expected, Damon goes upstairs to find Jeremy sitting in the hall.
"What are you doing here?"
Jeremy gestures to his textbook. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Yeah, sorry," Damon goes to sit next to him, "longest day of my life."
"Mixed emotions too, huh?"
"I'm so sorry, Jer!"
"Don't be! I was just kidding," he reaches his arm around Damon's shoulder.
"Actually," he continues, "I'm really happy for you. It seems like you've found the right person."
"Jeremy…"
"Don't apologize again, I'm fine. You like him, I take it he likes you, best friend love, I totally get it."
"He has amnesia!" Damon exclaims as Jeremy stares at him with a raised eyebrow. "Fucking amnesia! He can't remember me, or anything that happened, or what he was doing the entire time that fucking Augustine traveling piece of shit was inside him."
"Come again?"
"I knew he wasn't going to stay like his old healthy self. Something has to happen," Damon looks at the brown-painted, wooden wall, "something always has to happen."
"Damon… I'm so so sorry."
"I just hope he gets his memories soon."
"Most amnesiacs get some memories back… Sometimes you have to help them with that as well!"
"Well, I told him to rest," Damon sighs, "I'll try in the morning."
"For your sake, you better hope you can help him."
"I will."
Jeremy sent him a smile. Damon gets up, Jeremy's eyes not leaving him. He starts to move away from Jeremy.
"Where are you going?"
"Bed."
"It's 6:51," Jeremy exclaimed as he checked his iPhone.
"It's been a long ass day," Damon says after he walks back to Jeremy, "can I please just get some rest..?"
Jeremy slowly nods, but as Damon turns again, he stops him once more.
"Wait!"
Damon slowly sighs, turns around, and is near-yelling, "what?!"
"What about your friend..? Do we just let him sleep? What if he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling…"
"I'm sure if he wants sex you can help him wi-"
"Damon, no!"
Damon quickly sighs, "then what the fuck about him?"
"What the fuck happens if he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling all supernatural and recalling that he's a vampire?"
"The Augustine is gone, meaning he won't come after me. He's going to hear your heartbeat, and smell your blood. I'm excluded," he says before he turns around again.
"Damon!"
Damon turns around again, running a hand down his face, both eyes half closed.
"Okay! Sheesh. If you wanna be the creep you are, go watch him sleep, and make sure he stays asleep. In the process, make sure you don't do anything you regret, and most importantly… you don't fall asleep. Got it?"
"And what if-"
Damon cuts him off, as if knowing what he was going to say. "Call my name, or just speak to yourself. Vampire hearing… I'll leave my room door open, but only to hear you scream like a girl if he wakes up and tries to kill you. Keep your ring on you and don't be an idiot."
"I…"
"And don't be a creep and come up to my room to watch me sleep, because I'm serious Jeremy, I will snap your neck."
"Harsh. Especially for a person who grabbed my dick a few hours ago."
"I'm just trying to get you to not get away from your post, alright?"
"Can I just finish my homework?"
"No," Damon quickly picks up his textbook and puts it up his shirt. "You want it, get it," Damon gestures with two open arms, "and no, that wasn't an invitation to get your hand up my shirt, because you need to take this seriously."
"I don't know why I can't do my homework, but okay, Mr. Responsible Adult."
"Yeah yeah," Damon gestures for him to go downstairs, "hurry up and go down."
"Dick," Jeremy mumbles under his breath.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing." Vampire hearing, fuck, Jeremy thought.
"That's what I thought," Damon turned around, glancing over his shoulder at Jeremy, "go on…"
As Jeremy went downstairs, Damon shook his head and started walking to his room.
Damon immediately felt relief the second he jumped into his supportive bed. He didn't strip down his clothes or anything. He was just comfortable then and there. It's been a long ass day.
"Thank you," he mumbled into his pillow. He must've been almost asleep if he was this crazy… to talk to his own bed. Then again, it was the only thing, aside from Jeremy, that showed him support.
- 5 hours later -
Damon wakes up to find himself on top of his bed, not under the covers, but on top of his comforter.
He checks his charging phone to see that the time is now 12:02am. He hadn't heard a noise from Jeremy yet, so he jumps out of bed and goes downstairs to check up on him.
As he goes downstairs, he sees that Enzo is still fast asleep. Fixated in that same position he was in hours ago. But something's different about this picture.
Sitting in the seat next to the couch was Jeremy. Damon approaches him, and can easily tell that he was fast asleep as well.
"Idiot," he whispers.
Damon felt bad for making him watch Enzo, and considering he had school in the morning, he decided to let him sleep.
As he goes back upstairs, he realizes that maybe he shouldn't have left Jeremy with a confused amnesiac disaster waiting to happen. But, he brushed it off, knowing that Enzo probably wouldn't hurt him. He jumps back into bed, under the covers, after taking off his shirt and jeans from earlier in the day, to continue his slumber.
- An hour later -
It was 1:00am. The house was silent. Surprisingly, not one vampire, or in that case, vampire hunter, was snoring. Suddenly, there's movement heard in the living room after a near-silent yawn.
Enzo's POV
I woke up in a familiar place I saw in pictures from many years ago. I reach my hand up to my head in an effort to stop the headache, but I quickly remember what happened before I had slept. A figure told me to rest.
Was it… Damon?
It looks like this is his house in the picture, the one he kept in his back pocket, that he showed me back in the jail cells.
My memories come back, one quicker than the other. Suddenly, I remember everything in a matter of 10 minutes, maybe even less.
I quickly get up to find an unfamiliar face asleep, his mouth open as he was leaning his head back, sitting in a chair.
I avoid trying to wake him up, not knowing if he was safe or not. I begin to walk around, before I notice stairs.
I walk up the stairs and I look for any sign of life.
I immediately find an open door with a bed of white sheets, and there seems to be a figure asleep.
I only need to take a few (noisy) steps inside the room to notice it's Damon. His back was turned to face me.
I recall what I've done to him the previous day.
"I'm sorry," I say, hoping he'd respond. But I knew he wouldn't.
I walk back downstairs, carefully, to make sure I don't wake anyone up. That's the last thing I need right now.
I stay awake for the next four hours until the boy starts to wake up. He immediately begins to freak out as he sees me and yells, "Damon!" before I can mutter a hello.
Damon is up and quickly coming down the stairs in nothing but gym shorts and his skin.
"What's going on?" Damon quickly questions the boy (who was clearly gesturing to me), before looking at me.
"You're up."
"Hello."
I wasn't really sure what to say, but I ended up going with a hello.
"How's your amnesia?"
"Amnesia?"
He still thinks I'm an amnesiac. I should probably keep that up.
"Did you forget that too?"
"I'm a little better, just a headache."
He quickly feels around my forehead and makes sure I'm okay.
I liked his touch. It felt familiar, and made me feel safe.
I even remembered…
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
There was a pause before Damon talked to the boy. "Jeremy," I assumed that was his name, "was that you who came up to my room earlier in the morning?"
"What?" the boy quickly questions. Damon takes his hands off of my forehead.
"That wasn't you?"
Damon quickly eyes me, and I hesitate before I say anything.
"It was me. I kind of started strolling around… and I may have remembered a few things."
"A few things?! Like what?"
"Your name." Damon seemed pissed at me.
"You came up and said you were sorry. About what?"
"I felt sorry that you had to turn off your humanity for me. No one should have to do that."
Damon quickly has a relieved look on his face… probably about what happened earlier yesterday… But then again, probably that I had my memories back. He quickly hugs me before pulling back after a few seconds.
"Do you… remember anything else?"
"Nope," I answer sternly.
Why tell him when he clearly has been hurt enough? I'm not really in the right mindset right now… What if I hurt him? I remember him as a best friend… My only best friend. Maybe my only friend. I don't want to ruin that.
"Good."
Did he really think this was good..?
I give him a look before he quickly looks back at me, shaking it off. "No, no no, not good, I didn't mean good. I just meant…"
"It's okay. It's been a weird day," I said before realizing my mistake, "without my memories and all."
Damon quickly nods while Jeremy stood awkwardly in the background, looking at us, listening to our conversation. Did he have to be here?
What Damon didn't know is that I remembered every minute the Augustine took over my body, and everything I did. Yes… everything. I just didn't tell him.
I realize he can't know this, but…
The worst part… I kind of liked it.
Poor Enzo...
What if he never finds out how Damon truly feels about him? What if Damon never finds out how Enzo feels about him?
OR ARE YOU ONE OF THESE JAMON SHIPPERS? (or is it Deremy) Do you feel bad for Jeremy of how harshly he was treated? In Damon's defense, he was trying to get Enzo to be safe in his amnesia ways.
Stick around to see if this will be a true tragedy, or a happy ending.
I'd love to hear your thoughts in your reviews! They make my day!
Also, what's going on with Enzo? Is it a scientific thing like Lacunar Amnesia or do you think it's a supernatural thing?
Everything will be revealed in the next chapter (which unfortunately is the end of this series)!
