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thank you to all the people who commented. I really love you guys...

the title is a reference to a wine bottle XD

so here we are, from this moment I'm leaving the series...

yes I will use their timeline, places, people but things will be different..

hope you like it

POV Damon

My control was at his limit. I looked her in the eyes, looking for any doubt. But non… only pure trust.

"I'm sorry…" I whisper.

She just nods in understanding. I lift her wrist to my mouth. I pierce her skin. The blood is indeed vervain free. But it's dull. Like it's centuries old. But in any way it gives me the strength I need.

"move back… I'm going to open the door."

She shushes me.

"Someone's coming… lay back on the ground, play dead…"

"Play dead? Do I look like a dog to you?"

I look at her with a smirk. I had missed this, counting her out like crazy…

"Damon do me one favor… Do as I say"

Ow well if this is what she wants. I lay down quickly while I hear her hide behind the boxes. Zach comes to check on me. The craving for blood starts to blind me. I can only hear blood. I hear it in his veins, in Sam's behind the boxes… I have to stay in control.

Zach starts to count me out. I could hear Sam's heartbeat pick up. She knows me well. I hate, absolutely hate to be pushed in a weaker position than someone else. Before I can stop my hands from acting, I push the door open en snap his neck. A gasp out of fright brings me back to the ground. Sam is in a corner, sobbing, refusing to meet my eyes.

"I had to…" I try to start.

"don't even think about justifying that…"

She stands up and looks me dead in the eyes.

"I asked you one thing when we started out relation if you can even call it that way. Do not kill in front of me…"

She sighs and kneels down next to Zach. She brings his neck back in a normal position. She strokes his check gently and closes his eyes.

"What if that was me on the floor…"

She starts to ask a question so softly I almost didn't catch it. Death is the only thing that can bring her to her knees. But the glint in her eyes tell an entirely different story. It's like she's… jealous.

"Let's leave this place. I need blood and I need it fast."

She hits me on the head as if I was missing a crucial point.

"we're standing next to a dead man, show some respect…"

I look at her questionly.

"What Damon? Wipe that smirk of your face by the way. Yes you do smug well, but not around me. I just start thinking why…"

"Hey, I'm Damon Salvatore, dead since 1864…"

Finally I get a smile on her face, well call it a tug on her lips.

"You don't have your ring mister dead guy and the sun is shining. I don't want to take a stroll in the park with a torch…"

Snarky remarks, check. She's making a comeback. She leans into my side so I can lean on her while we climb the stairs. When I'm safely put down in a couch with a Bourbon, yes the girl thinks of everything, she starts looking through drawers.

"Do you have any idea where your brother would have hidden the ring?"

I shrug and empty my glass. She sits down next to me and puts her head on my shoulder. I push it away from there.

"you have a lot of explaining to do young lady…"

"Ow geez dad I didn't know you would ground me. An A+ for Damon on the responsibility thing could use some more on the convincing level but it'll do… I'll talk when I want to talk, I'm a lot like the vampire that raised me on that field…"

I take her hand in mine and toy a little with the ring I gave her when she turned 14.

"Doesn't Stefan have a ring too?"

"Yes why… Ow no you wouldn't?"

The mischief in her eyes is endearing. You could just see the gears work in her head while she was making a plan.

"How hard is it to steal from a vampire?"

The girl is crazy sometimes. But it could work and even better, get him really pissed. I pull her closer and tell her little things she needs to know. She starts making herself ready for starting her little acting stunt when I pull her back.

"Put your vervain necklace back on before you leave."

She turns in shame.

"I lost it on my trip and I didn't know how to tell you…"

Normally I would believe her without a second thought but being apart for more then a year makes me doubt. I look her straight in the eyes and before I can help myself I'm compelling her to tell the truth.

"Where is it Sam?"

"I… I… I lost it… when someone ripped it of my neck…"

The pain reflected in her eyes made me want to ask more but I hated to compel Sam. She shakes her head and gives me a first class glare. I couldn't have done it better myself.

"No compelling or I will rethink the stroll in the sun…"

She hits my arm several times, knowing well enough it doesn't harm me but she wants to lift her anger.

"I'm taking your car, see you later Damon. Don't worry about the vervain. I still have one vile left to drink. I'll be just fine…"

She leaves and I hear my car pulling of the driveway. I cringed at the sound.

Wonder what will happen…

I just couldn't resist in this one...

the idea of Damon stealing Stefan's ring was in my mind when I first saw the episode...

admit Damon would do it if he could...

Well now Sam's going to try it...

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