Angelus
AN: If any of you are obsessive, die-hard vampires-of-all-kinds fans the way I am, you may recognise the general idea.
Angelus did it mercilessly, but Damon has a soul so I just wanted to see his spin on it.
It seems as if my 'beating muse' hits all at once, another one-shot will be up tomorrow.
Summary: surely even love has its limit.
D&B
One day it all just became too much. He pushed too far and she cracked. She couldn't let him get away with murder, not while she was with him anyway.
It didn't end well. She'd never actually seen him plead, not like he did then, no holds barred.
And she'd still said no. Pushed him away with tears in her eyes, told him it wasn't enough how much he loved her, or how much she loved him for that matter, she couldn't be with him when he killed innocent people for no reason. So he left, went off on a 2 month bender of blood, sex and booze, as Stefan revealed to her a few days later when he called to ask what had happened between her and his brother.
Stefan didn't begrudge her her decision and for that she was thankful. He just wished his brother hadn't continued to push the boundaries with the witch.
D&B
He wanted revenge, to terrorise her, scare her beyond belief like he'd done to so many over the years, push her over the edge into paranoia and then just watch as her life combusted, like his had done when she'd left him.
He tried it, appearing in her room at random times during the night, sitting at her desk and watching her, trying to make her regret ever giving him entry to her home. He drew pictures of her sleeping and left them beside her pillow to discover when she woke. The first night he left his jacket hanging over her chair as a sign of his returned presence in Mystic Falls. When she woke in the morning she could feel something different before she even opened her eyes. When her eyelids fluttered open the first thing she saw was the worn black leather she knew so well. Her eyes closed again and she couldn't help the relief that flooded through her. He was still there. Damon was volatile when he was upset, she'd had nightmares imagining what he'd done, who he'd pissed off and how he'd gotten himself killed.
D&B
One night she waited for him, eyes trained on the window as he climbed through, pad and pencil in hand. They locked gazes and stared at each other, not speaking and he set up his pad to draw her. He drew her naked, working from memory alone as she watched him silently.
She wasn't scared of him, not quite (she was confident in her own ability to protect herself, even against the likes of him), she was just wary. Damon Salvatore could be unpredictable at best.
D&B
She hasn't told Stefan or Elena about him yet. They think he's gone and he's being very careful with his eating habits, careful not to take any more than necessary. He hasn't been sleeping with any of them either and has tried to be as subtle as possible both with his actions and his compulsion so nothing seems out of the ordinary. She doesn't want them to worry. She doesn't want him and Stefan to fight. So she keeps it to herself, hiding the pictures he leaves for her and the roses she finds in her locker each morning.
D&B
He watches her all the time. She laughs at how comforting it is, knowing he's there. She's glad she never has to find out, but she feels that if she were ever in trouble he'd be by her side. Somehow she knows he'd never let anything happen to her. She's reached the same level as Stefan, the only person who's allowed to hurt her is him.
D&B
It wasn't getting to her, the stalking, the pictures, his constant presence, that didn't bother her. She knew what he was trying to do and knew he'd never be able to actually hurt her. God, if anything, she missed him. He was always around but he was so far away and she missed sharing her life with him. Every time something new happened in their supernatural fight, she still felt the urge to tell him as soon as he slipped through her window. What was getting to her, wearing down her walls, was seeing him everyday, knowing he spent his nights in her room but not being able to touch him.
She knew he was there even though he didn't make a sound. His presence, like a low buzzing in the background of her life, was amped up as if someone had turned up the volume.
She did her best not to make a sound as the tears continued to fall down her face but she knew he knew they were there. They said nothing, as always, he just watched her silently until she fell asleep exhausted by her tears.
D&B
She'd reached her breaking point. She sat in her room from dusk until his arrival around 9 tears streaming down her face shamelessly, choking every so often on the half-breaths that she managed to fill her lungs with.
As soon as he stepped through her window she threw herself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
"God, I'm sorry, I'm-I-" Her tears choked her voice off and she broke down into silent sobs against his chest.
"Hey, shh." The near 5 months they'd been apart faded away as his arms wrapped around her shaking frame.
"I'm done, I'm done, I'm done," she whispered her mantra into his chest.
"Me too," he murmured into her hair.
He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket one arm at a time as she fought off her tears in his arms. He settled them down in her bed, pulling the covers over them both as she settled between his legs.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair, his voice was so quiet she didn't hear him only felt the vibration of his voice as she lay her head against his chest.
D&B
"I don't want to leave," she murmured quietly the next morning. "I don't want this, this moment, to end."
"It doesn't have to," he replied.
She laughed. "It does eventually."
"No, please let us stay here forever."
"I have to get back to my life, so do you," she reminded him, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him with a grin.
"I didn't have a life without you," he confided. "These past 5 months, still all my life has been was you."
She shivered at the sincerity in his eyes and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Don't leave me again, don't let me make you leave."
He chuckled, pulling her tight against him. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere, ever."
D&B
He doesn't announce his presence to the others anymore than he had to her. He just showed up when they were out to lunch one day at the Grill. 3 sets of concerned eyes fell on the witch while his brother eyed him warily. A collective sigh of relief followed the bright smile she gave him as she reached up to press her lips to his.