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Alright, for this chapter…Damon might break your heart, but you may hate the writer (me) after you finish reading it…but that's okay with me! Means I'm doing my job!
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Chapter 11
The rain falls gently against my face, and I can feel it. The damn ache in my chest. The one I have ignored for so long. What am I doing? How can I do this? I was there to protect her, and with my own reasons I left. I huff loudly and turn back toward her house.
I don't know what I feel for my brothers girl, or why I even feel anything at all. I swear, it has nothing to do with the fact that she is Katherine's doppelganger. In all reality, I never even see Katherine in her anymore. When I first met Elena, of course I did, I'm sure Stefan did as well. She's nothing like Katherine. She's real and sweet, kind and caring, loving and thoughtful, amazing and pure. Human. She's human. Her body pumps blood through her veins, her heart jumps and skips beats and her cheeks become red with fever at times. She's something I never thought I would know.
I can smell the scent of human blood coming from a man as he jogs by and I growl, trying to ignore it. As thirsty as I might be, I know that if I allow myself to indulge in the sweet nectar that gives me life, I will have to pay for it by not having Elena in my life at all. That's not a life I want to live, honestly.
I'm not sure what's come over me. I haven't had feelings like these in many, many years. I want to protect her and keep her safe, I want to take her and make her mine. My very own.
Then, there is my little brother, Stefan. He's so jealous of us. Not me, but us. The relationship that Elena and I have, burns his chest to the core. I'm not sure why exactly, because I've been the jealous one all these years. I've always wondered why Katherine wanted him, why she chose him. She wanted us both, and I hate him for that. As shitty as it is, I know it's not all his fault. The bitch that Katherine is was the one who made the choice.
I take everything out on him, maybe because it's easy. He's so weak when it comes to me, to us. He sees us as loving brothers, still. He took the only thing good inside of me and destroyed it. That was his fault, I just like holding grudges. He's told me he was sorry, apologized many times, but I haven't the heart to forgive him. Ha, I haven't a beating heart at all.
But, nonetheless, what I feel right now, what I feel for this girl is very real, and it breaks my unbeating heart to hurt her. But it won't be her getting hurt, it will be me. She will never choose me, she will never pick me over him. His love for her is very strong, and hers for him is even stronger.
I can feel the knot in my throat as I make my way closer to her house. I can see the light to her bedroom, and the window still open. I'm sure she's still sleeping and as I near I can hear the soft thud of her heart. I lean against the tree and wait. I want to go in, but I close my eyes and listen to her soft breathing. She consumes me, her entire being. She's sucked me in and it's threatening my whole world. I still don't know what I should do. Do I tell her that I have feelings that run so much deeper than just being tangled in sheets with her? I snicker to myself.
"Damon Salvatore." I hear the voice, but before I turn to see who it is, I can feel the twinge of deep pain in my chest, it's merely inches from my dead heart. It's twisting, turning, going deeper. I can't take the pain, it's so real, it's so harsh and it's the worst I've ever felt. Oh…
I cry out, unaware of who's around me. I can see faces, but they are dark, and there are so many of them. I feel another puncture at my side, and feel the burn of liquid as it seeps inside my body. Vervain. I'm paralyzed, barely able to keep my eyes open. I can literally feel the blood from the stake in my chest pour out. I cringe, as I'm pushed to my knees. I'm teetering back and forth, my body isn't sure how to react. I know I'm crying out, but my hearing is lost. It's different this time, I can actually feel death upon me. I see, I see… darkness…
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