So first of all I want to apoligize for the very long wait...
I've been sick for a while and couldn't focus...
On top of that I had a work for school in group and it's my exam on Friday...
Second, I had a really bad comment on the story, probably someone who enjoys writing them but it did hurt and made me stop for a while...
But I'm here to stay because I love writing too much and nobody can take that away from me...
Hope you like it...
POV Damon
Days pass. So okay, turning Vicky was a bad idea and we had to kill her. Did I know she would turn out that way? Okay, maybe I did… Somewhere. But life's a game, let me play it.
Today sucks… Well it would if I would find someone to feed me, that is… Sam was angry at me for ruining it with Vicky and for killing Lexi. I mean, come on, she didn't know her. It's like every step I take, is a step away from the girl I once knew.
Nothing was turning out the way I planned. But today would be different. I would get back the amulet and find myself a witch to open the tomb. Once Katherine was once again by my side, things would turn out the way they should.
I exit my shower and see Sam reading one of my books on my bed. So she still stayed in my neighborhood but talking… I walk to my closet and start looking for a black shirt. Difficult task when you only wear black.
"What should I wear? A black T-shirt, or a black sweater… Decisions, decisions…" a voice mutters behind me.
"Ow it speaks…"
"It, has a name Damon…"
She rolls her eyes and flips a page.
"Well, to what do I deserve the attention?"
"What are you planning?"
I open my mouth to answer but she beats me to it.
"Don't you dare say nothing, I know you better than you think…"
I drop on the bed next to her, take the book out of her hands and throw it to the other side of the room. She's about to complain, when she just shrugs and looks at me.
"Your book, not my problem…"
"It used to be your problem too. You used to care…" I snap back.
"Well I'm sorry that I've changed, but so did you…"
She whispers the last words with a sense of regret. I know I'm different. My brother brings that out of me. I feel like I can not disappoint him by getting soft. I wipe some hair out of her face.
"When did you grow op so fast?"
She slaps my hand away and leaves the bed. She takes her coat and backpack and leaves the room.
What did I do?
POV Sam
Grow up? Grow up… Is he serious? When did he ever see me as a child? When was I ever childish when he was around? Wasn't that just the point? That I never really was a child at all…
I slammed the door behind me and sat down under one of the trees in front of the house. Sometimes I could strangle him…
No that's a lie… I couldn't do such thing. While being away I started missing Damon in a way I couldn't comprehend. I needed him, even if it was just to snap at me. I needed his presence.
I shake my head and get a new book out of my backpack. Stefan arrives after a while. He and Elena were not so okay as it seemed. I thought I wouldn't like Stefan being raised by Damon and being told to hate him. But he was nice… Damon didn't like this of course…
He nods once and disappears in the house. They always say they are so different from each other. But after a while, you could see the Salvatore brothers had more in common than they knew.
They had both a sense of pride, dignity and strong feelings. But one was better in showing them than the other. Stating the obvious again… Damon exits the house, looks up at me and leaves.
I should stop myself from feeling these things for Damon. He was like a father, a brother, a friend… Just because things weren't going so well right now, doesn't mean I should throw it all away and pretend I don't know him. Right?
POV Damon
So telling Stefan about bringing Katherine back wasn't one of my best plans. But maybe it could scare him enough to back of for once in his life. Did I just sound like Stefan? Sadly enough Stefan isn't so smart as me.
He should have known I would eavesdrop and hear about Bonnie her plan. He should have known I would try to stop her, not caring about what I would take… But he was smart and called Sam to stop me.
She witnessed Bonnie or Emily destroying the gemstone. She saw my breakdown and attempt on killing Bonnie. She saw my last hope for getting Katherine back the easy way, die in my eyes.
What I didn't expect to see was the grief. Was she now feeling sorry for me? She suggested to leave town for a while and put myself back together. She helped me like she always would but the feeling was gone. I felt numb…
Nothing mattered, I didn't care anymore, I stopped…
I locked myself away in my room for some hours, killed a few girls after that and then went back to my only waste of time : making Stefan's life a living hell.
Sam was anger because of that. She wanted me to take it slow. To think about what happened. But I don't do the feelings thing. I drink them away till I feel numb enough to start all over again.
She started to lock herself away again. Away from me… She sometimes disappeared for hours to come back tired and bruised but not a word was said. At night when she was fast asleep I would check her body for possible wounds. Well as far as I could with her pj's on.
One day I walked in and she was writing in a dairy. I thought I lost my mind. What was so important that she couldn't tell me but write it down in some stupid book? When did I stop being important in her life? When did I lose my meaning?
Her eyes lost their light. The softness went away and was replaced by cold and hard orbs looking straight into your soul. It's like she stopped allowing herself to show emotions. She turned more into me every day when I had found how to turn off the feelings.
She was closing down…
That was it folks...
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