Chapter 10: Remembrance
Summary: Damon's memoirs.
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They arrived in Verona one week later.
Damon wasted no time purchasing an expensive apartment on the river. He gazed outside the window watching the water flow down stream. All of the new senses made the things around seem completely different than they had when he'd been alive. The apartment had come furnished, so Damon wouldn't have to spend any money on furniture.
Alessandra was asleep in the bed.
The trip had weakened her severely and been stressful for the both of them.
Damon hadn't been able to get her an amulet before they left Florence and as a result they'd been dodging the sun for the last seven days. He'd go to the market in the village later in the evening and see what he could find.
He looked over Alessandra as she slept.
She had been beautiful as a human, but now her beauty had intensified.
Her tan skin had gone a few shades lighter, her hair seemed more alive and full and when her eyes were on his they were like the heavens. Blue crystals framed by black lashes.
He did care for her, but he knew that there was no love involved on his part. She was merely a companion to him, nothing more, nothing less. She on the other hand, worried him with her questions about his feelings for her. He did not love her. He didn't love anyone, not even Katherine. In fact, he wasn't even 100% confident that his feelings for Katherine had been much more than lust, that or just a part of his need to possess everything Stefan did.
And why not? he thought.
Stefan's birth was when everything went spiraling down. He had only been four years old at the time, but he remembered the night Stefan was born like it was yesterday. He had been asleep, awaken by the wails of agony that escaped his mother's lips. He had creped down the hallway, unseen by the adults running to and from the master bedroom. He had peeked in the door to see his mother in bed, sweat beading her brow, and her huge belly protruding. He had snuck into the room, only to be spotted immediately by his father, who scooped him up and told him to go back to bed. He had thrown a temper tantrum, until finally his father allowed him to stay inside and talk to his mother. She told him that he would soon have a playmate and that she would be alright, but the distant whispers from the midwife told him differently. Damon left her there and went to bed, but he got no sleep. When the sunlight streamed inside his window he quickly dressed and went to the bedroom. His mother looked fine. She was sitting up in her bed, holding a tiny bundle closely to her. When she noticed him she told him to come and see. Damon climbed onto the bed and she showed him the ugliest thing he'd ever seen. A tiny, red faced, thing, that cried for hours without a reason. She told him that this was his new brother, Stefan, and that he would now have a life long friend. But this little noisy child didn't look like something that would ever become his friend. As the next four years passed, Damon had to watch as Stefan grew stronger and his poor mother shriveled. On the day of her death, he had been sure he would die too. He was also sure that this was all Stefan's fault. Had he not been born his mother never would have died. Stefan drained the life from the only person he had ever given a damn about and for that he could never forgive him. He didn't quite know when the competition between them had started, but it did. Anything Stefan got Damon made sure it became his. Stefan didn't deserve a thing and Damon owed him nothing. Then Katherine had come along. Until this time, Damon had never had to take a woman from him because Stefan hadn't been interested. But Katherine was different, and Damon had found himself instantly attracted, thus making it all the more easier. Damon felt no remorse for what happened. Stefan stabbed him, just as surely as he'd stabbed Stefan. And Stefan wouldn't make it. He was far too virtuous and moralistic to survive a life like this.
He'd be dead within a month, Damon thought and smiled.
And even if he does survive, this isn't over, not by a long shot.
Damon turned at the sound of Alessandra yawning.
"Good evening." he said, smiling.
Her eye lashes batted dreamily, "Hello." she whispered.
"You must be famished." Damon replied, "We will have to go hunting at once."
Alessandra nodded, "I feel so...parched."
"That's normal." Damon said, "I felt the same way." he made a 'come here' gesture.
Alessandra stood and walked to him, her long dress whisking across the tile.
"It's a cold night." Damon commented, "Wear this." he held out a black cape.
Alessandra took it and draped it over her shoulders.
"While we're out we will have to look at jewelry." Damon said, taking her small hand and leading her into the night.
