Chapter 2: Memories
Summary: Damon thinks over recent events.
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Damon ran a hand through his straight black hair and gazed into the lake.
The tranquil sound of water running down stream overwhelmed his new senses.
Damon thought back on the events of the past few weeks.
When he decided to tell his father he'd quite college, he hadn't expected him to be pleased. The university had crushed his soul. He and his best friend Santo had been having the time of their lives as far as the women went, but his studies were slipping and Damon didn't see the point in going to college when he could get just as many women at home. Giuseppe hadn't disappointed him. Gauntlets were thrown, along with the twisted mural of anger that was his father. And then as if an angel had parted the skies and come down to end their quarreling, Katherine came into their kitchen. Damon had known he wanted her from the very first day he was confronted with her. He had come home from college and his father informed him that they had visitors. His father told him that the Baron von Swartzchild had brought his daughter. The last time Damon had seen the Baron's daughter she had been quite young, and very ill. Giuseppe told Damon that she was here recuperating from the illness. When he came into the house he was greeted by Stefan. Stefan hadn't seemed himself, he acted as though his mind was in a dream world. And when Katherine had come into the room, Damon had instantly known why. Beautiful, innocent, Katherine. With hair of gold and eyelashes to match. Eyes the color of lapis lazuli shining brightly. Skin like the winter snow. Not so innocent after all. She had fooled him with her counterfeit innocence, and chosen them both.
This isn't a threesome, Damon thought with disgust.
Then his mind fluttered back to that fateful night when she had come to him. He had been up late into the nights hours. Even before he became a vampire Damon had loved the night. It had a certain mystery that the day could never possess. The moonlight bathed Katherine's white dress and illuminated her skin. Damon watched as she walked towards his open window. They did not exchange words as he helped her inside. When she was completely in his room he bent down and kissed her lips. She was shorter than Damon by a good hands span.
"I trust you have come to me for a reason." Damon replied sitting down on the edge of his bed.
Katherine smiled, "You would be right in your assumption." She circled around to the other side of the bed.
"Well, what have you come for?" Damon asked, a little impatient.
"I have come to make you like me." Katherine said, smiling, "I chose you, my dark prince." And with that she kneeled beside him and began kissing up the side of his neck. Without warning Damon felt her fangs sink into his flesh.
He winced at the pain, but it was quickly replaced by a pleasure. A feeling he could never truly describe. It was as though he was giving Katherine life, and the feeling of giving was unlike any he'd ever experienced. The moment ended too soon. He had wanted it to last forever, but he knew if he allowed her to continue much longer there would be death, rather than bliss. Damon looked into eyes like lapis and smiled a smile of triumph.
"And now we seal our bond." Katherine said, biting into her own wrist.
Damon's eyes widened as the blood welled up from the wound.
Katherine held the wrist to his lips, "Drink or perish." She replied.
Damon clung to the wrist like an infant does it's mothers breast. Katherine's life was flowing into him. The taste wasn't as he had imagined it. The taste was more coppery than bloody.
Katherine took her wrist away sometime after and Damon lay down on his bed.
"Now sleep, angel. Tomorrow is a big day." And with that she left him alone in the room.
Damon snapped back to the present.
He hadn't gone to sleep when she'd left. The hunger for more blood came to him full force. His veins burned and his throat felt parched and dry. His canine teeth tingled with anticipation. He had satisfied that hunger with a young girl from the Bordello. He made sure to leave a big tip for whoever was unfortunate enough to come across the mess he'd made.
Hopefully, he'd get better with time.
Come to think of it, that sensation was happening at this very moment, but returning to the Bordello was too risky so soon.
Damon looked at the sky. The night was fleeting as quickly as it had come. The sun peeked over the hills bringing a small farm house into Damon's line of vision.
"Looks like I'm having farmer for breakfast." He said to himself humorously.
He set out towards it, leaving behind the anger he felt for Katherine and burying the memories of his past.
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The farmer had been a quite tasty treat. Damon looked around the man's house. It was a shack compared to his home, but he could never go back there. Everyone thought he was dead; him appearing would only alarm people.
The only thing about this that was going to bother him, he realized was the secretiveness that came along with his new life. He had always been the center of attention, but with everyone believing he was dead there was no one to fawn over his every precious word.
He couldn't go home, that was out of the question. His father would role over and die.
Well, Damon, looks like it's time to take care of yourself.
He looked down at the ring he wore on his finger. The lapis stone shown brightly, a symbol of Katherine that he would forever carry with him.
Why do I care? He asked himself suddenly. Why do I care about Katherine. There are millions of women on this earth. Some possibly better than she.
Damon walked out of the farmhouse. If he was going to make it on his own he needed some new clothes. Funeral garb wasn't going to cut it. He dusted off some leftover dirt from the graveyard. He was dressed in his finest, but it wasn't so fine now that it had been laying in a coffin for God only knows how many days.
Okay, then, he concluded. Clothes and then a woman. I need to get my mind off Katherine entirely. No use fawning over something you can not have.
He needed to get out of Florence for a while as well. He'd come back, when the gossip of he and his brothers missing corpses died down.
Padua.
No one at the college knew of his demise as of now. He could hide out there until he decided what move to make next. He'd use up the last of daddy's money he had.
Damon smiled at this new idea and walked towards town.
