Sharmeen: I'm glad you like that Damon has a soulmate. I just decided to give him one after I read VD Book 3 "The Fury." The end, where Elena thinks to herself: "Who was there to understand Damon now? Who would be there to push him, to try to see what was really inside him?" (page 211) So I gave Damon someone who does understand him, and try to see what was really inside him.
PART 2
Whenever I open them, I see a very pretty woman, who seems to be in her early to mid twenties, lying in a bed surrounded by three women, who are dressed like maids, a tall, black haired man, and a small boy, also dark haired who seems to be around five years old also stands around the woman. In one of the maids' arms, I see a bundle of blankets; a baby's cry comes from the bundle.
The woman on the bed turns towards the little boy and says very weakly in Italian, which I can understand for some unknown reason, "Be a good boy, and give Mother a hug."
"No." The little boy answers, "If you don't eat Mother, I'll be a bad boy, please eat something. Please Mama, for me?" At this, I see the little boy's eyes fill with tears, and then the tears fall.
Before me, the scene fades and I'm back in the black and silver place. I see someone coming towards me. As the person comes closer to me, they disappear. I feel someone take my hand; I look down to see the little boy, from the scene before. He looks up at me, and I notice that his eyes are black. Damon? I wonder to myself.
"She didn't eat, angel. She didn't eat and then she died." Little Damon says. As I look at him, I can see the tears brim his eyes. I crouch down; open my arms and little Damon flings himself into them. I cuddle into him, and he says, "I love you Mila. Don't ever leave me." He pulls back and he continues, "Promise you won't leave me?"
"I promise, Damon. I won't ever leave you. I love you too." I reply, wiping the tears from his eyes. I then pull little Damon into my arms. As my arms close around him, I find that there's only an empty space little Damon has disappeared.
As I look around, I find another icicle. This time, I see a fifteen-year-old Damon, and a nine-year-old boy, who has dark hair and blazing, forest green eyes.
"Damon? Hey Damon!" I hear the younger boy shout. Damon seems to try his best not to hear, but the younger boy is still calling him.
"What do you want, little brother?" Damon replies, irritated.
Little brother? I say to myself. I didn't know Damon hada little brother.
Yeah, his name is Stefan, and he is really annoying, one of those goody, goody people. I call him Saint Stefan, because he never does anything wrong It was Damon's voice, but the younger Damon didn't even seem to see me.
Damon? You can hear me I ask, completely confused.
Yes, I think I have found out what that electrical thing, which was pulling us together is He answers, sounding as though he's smiling.
What is it? And where am I I ask, still confused.
You are in my mind, seeing my past. As for that electrical thing, well we are soulmates. Mila, we were meant to be together, for the rest of eternity. You are the part of me that is missing, that's why I felt complete whenever you are here with me. I- I… I love you Mila Damon answers my question; I could tell that telling me that he loves me was hard.
I love you too, Damon. Are you in my head I answer.
Yes. You are not the only one who has tried to commit suicide; I have as well, after my Mother died. It's kind of funny when you think about it, a five year old trying to commit suicide! You wouldn't think that a five year old would do something like that now, would you
I then pull myself out of Damon's mind. Instead of pulling back from the kiss, I find that Damon and I are sitting on the forest floor, in each other's arms.
"Wow! That was weird." I say to Damon, pulling myself into a more comfortable position.
"Yes, it was pretty intense though. I swear to God, if I ever find those assholes, which made you feel like that, I WILL KILL THEM! No one makes my soulmate feel like shit and gets away with it!" Damon bellows.
As I look into his night dark eyes, I swear that I can see a red tint in them, and he is also wearing a mask of pure evil. I shudder, seeing his fangs indenting his lower lip. He looks even more beautiful. Yeah beautiful, but deadly Mila, I think to myself. Damon looks shocked, because I've just seen what he really looks like, he starts to panic, and his breathing is coming very fast as he knows that I'm afraid.
When I finally get my body moving again, I grab Damon, pull him close, and then kiss him for all I'm worth. After a few seconds, Damon responds to the kiss. After what seems like an eternity, we pull back, as I lick my lips, I can taste a coppery taste in my mouth. It turns out that Damon has grazed his fangs over my bottom lip, causing it to bleed.
"Sorry about that." Damon replies, catching me looking startled, "I think I got a bit carried away!"
"It's Okay. I'll live." I tell him sweetly.
"I suppose I had better get you home, huh? Your parents are probably wondering where you are." Damon suggests.
"Yeah, they probably are." I answer, looking away.
