By: Crashnburn_021
PG-13 (maybe more later)
Crashnburn_021@yahoo.com
Characters belong to L.J Smith; I could never create such beauty. I think I might try and come up with some characters of my own later
He wasn't one for sentimentalities and he never romanticized anything. But he had loved her, even if he had never admitted to it; from the beginning he had loved her. Loved her because of what she had represented, a conquest, something to obtain, to posses and wield as he pleased. If you could call that love, and in his twisted mind it was the closest he had ever gotten to loving someone (since his mother), than yes, he had loved Elena Gilbert. Loved. All she was now was a past weakness, mere fragmented moments. A memory. Of beautiful eyes that reminded Damon of the one he never had, the one who didn't think him enough for her. In retrospect, both women had loved him, loved the idea of him. But he wasn't going to fool himself; he knew they had loved his brother better. Stefan. For years he hated him, despised what he had represented to Katherine. Honesty, virtue, dutifulness and integrity warped inside soulful green eyes that bore into you. He wondered of Stefan knew the kind of power those eyes possessed. In the time he had looked into those eyes, Stefan near death, he had wanted to do anything for him. Hated him afterwards for making him feel. Because contrary to popular believe Damon could feel; he could feel the bloodlust constantly, the barely contained primitive animal inside him, the anger and outrage rejection caused. He felt all those.
The memories were few in between, but they were clear. Meredith. Matt. Bonnie. Bonnie with all that druid blood running through her veins, interlaced with a silky fire that was all her own. But they hadn't mattered much, less even, than what Elena and his brother mattered now. Still bonnie had been beautiful, even more now, he speculated. She had been a contradiction of herself; weak and scared on the outside, but with a kind of strength and bravery that was impressive for a human to possess. Back then he couldn't see that, of course, with Elena around everyone seemed to fall short of his grace. But he was on the outside looking into the memories, seeing the real in the false. Looking into her eyes, dark-brown pools with firelights, and seeing what she saw in him. It was almost too much, even for him, to deal with that. No one had ever..... did she really see that kind of greatness in him? Yet he had walked away, though having been tempted to stay one more night, after hearing her say his name that way. He stepped out of the situation and looked..... really looked and realized what he had to do. Move on. So he took of his jacket, put it around Elena's shoulders as a sort of goodbye... how he loved symbolism. And walked away from all of them, from the witch that saw too much of what he hid, too much for his comfort. Still Bonnie had been beautiful, even more now, he speculated.
This is what is the second part in the series Sad Memories, what do you think? Guess you're wondering whom this character is? Tell me who you think it is, although I think it's obvious? And tell me what you think about the story, if you want me to continue or not?