"You should go. I got this." Damon said casually. Anger pulsed through me. Rage as I had never felt before.
"You got this? Like your picking up a check." I said, my voice rising. "This is someone's life." I could feel tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. His face stayed blank.
"To me, it isn't anything more than picking up a check." He said simply. "I don't care." Something inside of me snapped when he said that.
"Don't lie!" I nearly yelled. "You do care and you know it. You pretend that this is nothing, but it isn't. I know there's something inside of you that feels pity and regret." My hand snapped back to slap him, but he caught it before it could touch his face.
"You might not want to do that." He said threateningly. A frustrated scream came out of my mouth and I threw myself on him, punching, kicking, scratching, and slapping. He stood still and let me take my anger out on him. After a minute or so I broke down sobbing and crumpled to the grass. I sat there, sobbing in to my hands, not caring if Damon saw or not. After several minutes, he seemed to make some sort of decision and sat down next to me. He began awkwardly rubbing my back and making soothing sounds. "Shh, it's okay." He said. He seemed incredibly uncomfortable giving anyone any sort of solace, but at the same time, it seemed almost natural to him. So he did have a heart.
I eventually cried myself out. I had cried for Vicki, Jeremy, Matt, and myself, and I was exhausted. With my face blotchy and swollen, I picked myself up out of the grass and turned to Damon, who had also risen.
"I want you to make Jeremy forget." I said, trying to make my voice as finite as possible. "I want you to compel him." I stated. Damon's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Vicki left town, and she's not coming back." My voice broke. "He's going to miss her, but he knows it's for the best." I took a shaky breath. "Go now. I want it done before I get home." His face threatened to challenge me, but he seemed to see something in my face that told him not to argue. He clenched his jaw.
"Fine." He picked up Vicki's body and disappeared with vampire speed. I made my way to my car, feeling fortunate that it was Halloween, thus not having to explain the bloodstains. I got in to my car and took deep breaths, trying to decide if I could drive. A few more tears escaped, but I figured that I was alright. I arrived home safely to see Stefan waiting for me on my porch.
"Elena..." Stefan said, when I had exited the car. Before he could say anything else, Damon jumped out of one of my second story windows and onto the ground below.
"It's done." Was all he said before disappearing. Stefan's brow furrowed.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"Nothing. He's just cleaning up the mess he made." I said harshly. My voice gave away my feelings and Stefan pulled me in for a long hug. I didn't cry again, I had cried myself out earlier. I remembered the sympathy Damon had shown, however briefly, and couldn't help but wonder if he was more compassionate that he let on. Whatever the case, I was grateful to him for helping Jeremy, and I would always remember this good deed.