The most depressing story I've ever written, You'll be emo and cutting yourself by the end of it.
Various stages of Damon's lonely Father-less childhood until Stefan is Seventeen and Damon is twenty-three.
Winter Wonderland
...::I see skies.. of blue::...
:...And clouds... of white...:
...The bright blessed, day,...
:::::The dark sacred, night.:::::
:::::And I think to myself,::::::
::::What a wonderful world.::::
::::::::::::
:::
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-Louis Armstrong, What a Wonderful World.
Damon smirked, his lips reddened from the cold, curved into a smirk and giggled a chiming bubbly sound as he patted the cold snow in his small silk gloved hand. He wore
Watching the snow flow up in little flurries in the air as he blew softly on his palm.
Bright cerulean eyes glowed.
Damon was jubilante, his favorite time of the year had just begun and there was already snow covering Mystic Falls like an ivory blanket
"Damon Darling, if you get too cold tell me- We'll go back inside." her french accent slipped and Damon gave her a little white teethed grin.
"Je suis assez chaude Mère."
(I am warm enough Mother.)
"Lovely, Lovely, little boy." She smiled brightly.
"Lovely, Lovely," Damon mimicked jumping in the snow his tiny boots leaving deep prints in the ice.
"When there's snow on the ground- I like to pretend I'm walking on icy clouds."
"You're silly Mama."
Aurora lifted Damon up in her slender arms to kiss him on the cheek, and he gave a whine of complaint.
"Did you know you were born in Winter?"
"Oh yes, my Birth-date is January third." Damon said smartly, wiggling in his Mothers arms in an effort to get himself free from her encaging arms.
"If you want down you must ask."
"I demand to be put down. Please."
"There you go, much better."
Dead Winter
"The world seems not the same, though I know nothing has changed. It's all my state of mind."
Within Temptation, Pale.
Damon watched without emotion as the children who he'd once called his playmates swarm the fields and made snowmen and began snowball fights, last summer had changed everything. At least for the Salvatore Family.
It had taken everything too, and now the cries of a sad mother-less child born just last september filled the Veritas Estate.
The home where Damon had once adored to be.
And as his Father drew further and further away from Damon with his cold demenor and impatience with him.
He felt more alone in the world than he'd ever felt in his entire life.
So here Damon watched with desolate ice eyes as the Mother's and Father's of Mystic Falls tended to their children with loving care.
and he was ignored.
Dispirited Winter
"I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down.
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? I'll never know why it's coming down, down, down."
- Down, Jason Walker.
Damon smiled slightly, the smile was a rare one. He'd made the perfect snowman.
The three sections of its body perfectly round, the smile perfectly set and the nose was just the right orange carrot he was so proud.
"Father, Father look!" Damon tried to gain his attention from behind his snow-man with no luck.
Giuseppe was far too busy with little Stefan, whom had just turned five years last september.
Needless to say his Father adored Stefan.
Perhaps his Father was a narcissist, after all Stefan had his green jade orbs and rare silken caramel hair.
Damon finally peeked his head around his finely crafted snowman only to find his Father helping Stefan build a tiny snowman.
A proud look of adoration and a happy smile was bestowed upon his little brother, a look he'd never been given except by his Mother.
Damon felt a tightening in his throat. His smile vanished and he kicked the snowman until the snow was just a bunch of slush.
"Stupid boy." His Father growled, "You've covered me in ice!"
Damon rolled his eyes and with crippled anger and marched back into the house, but his eyes watered.
"Can't find another way around. and I don't wanna hear the sound... of losing what I never found."
-Down, Jason Walker.
Friendly Winter
"It's not that easy being green."
-Kermit, Sesame Street.
Stefan watched with sad jade eyes as his older brother kicked his own snowman down and marched back inside the house.
He had made his Snowman to make Damon happy, and it had only made him more unhappy.
He'd seen the flash of a smile, and then like lightening flees the sky so did his smile.
His eyes were dark and desolate and his face scrunched up, in what Stefan knew to be Damon's strange angry version of melancholy.
Did his Father not notice how upset Damon was? Did he not care?
Giuseppe wiped off snow with quick hads, his face fixed into a disappointed glare at his eldest son.
And Stefan started crying.
Smoldering Winter
"In the depths of winter, I finally learned there was in me was an invincible summer"
-Albert Camus quotes
Damon rode his black mare Artemis out on to the snowy field like every other day, watching with careful cerulean eyes as snow fell and covered the ground.
The cold was brisk and bitter but not unbearable, though his horse still whinied in protest as she trotted.
Damon had been yelled at again, his Father only had words with him when he was scolding him otherwise he ignored him.
Damon found it almost amusing how much Guiseppe spoiled Stefan the way that he did.
Stefan disliked their Father more than Damon did. It was almost sad.
He chuckled and smiled brightly, not that he cared.
"Brother, Brother!" Young Stefan called, "Wait for me."
Glancing behind him he saw his little brother on his own horse Mezzanotte, "Stefan hurry, we won't see the Lockwood's fireworks if you don't."
"We wouldn't want that!" Stefan said with a smirk.
"Just becuase last year George set you on fire..."
"Don't even Damon, I don't want to speak of it lest more bad luck ensues."
"Fine but I did warn you George was a klutz."
"Yes, afterwards."