Chapter nine

The dream

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He took his place on the bed, allowed Ally to lay her head on his chest again and gave her a kiss on her head, after which she fell asleep…just like a little angel.

He was wide awake, listening to her breathing as it began to slow down.

Ally was already in a deep sleep when the door opened with a creaking sound. Elena looked up, surprised that he was still in the house and then he smirked "Sorry, Elena, but I guess you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight".

Damon experienced a moment of déjà vu. It was the second time that night that he had watched Ally sleep. It was weird, but it didn't bore him at all….it was rather a kind of rest for his spirit. As if Ally shone all her calmness on him. He turned his head a little…his eyes were heavy…maybe he should try to sleep a bit….that would be the fourth time today.

And it would also be the fourth time that something came between them.

Ally suddenly began to kick all around her wildly; her hands were clenched into fists and tiny beads of sweat were dripping off her forehead, sliding to her neck.

'Ally?" He was surprised by how worried his voice sounded but Ally did not hear it regardless if she was worried or not.

"Noooooooooo," she screamed loudly. "Nooo…." The clamor died away, turning into heart-rendering sobs. She grabbed his shirt as large glistening tears began to fall freely down her cheeks. Damon didn't know what to do…he couldn't let her suffer so badly, even he wasn't that mean.

But what could he possibly do? He couldn't throw a bucket of water in her face could he? Then a little lamp flashed on and off on the edge of his thoughts. There was something that he could do but he wasn't sure whether he would succeed or not. He remembered the time where he had caused a nightmare on Stefan; the nightmare in which he had tried to kill Elena. He was sure that it had scared the hell out of him…and that meant that it had been very realistic. He could manipulate dreams…to show things that weren't real but realistic enough that there was no way to make a distinction between them and the real world.

He could take a look in Ally's nightmare, maybe he could do something to change it…make it a little happier. He focused on her mind, on the gray, fearful aura that hung around her, and soon he found himself in the world that Ally's head showed him. At the first sight there was nothing unusual to notice. It was just a small town…it even was a bit similar to Mystic Falls with all those red, old buildings. He looked around and saw Ally, standing on the porch of a small, white house.

She shouted to a man, probably her father, who sprinted to the car, next to the house. He didn't hear her. "Dad no, please don't go! You won't come back," she cried. But the man didn't listen. The car roared as it sprang to life and disappeared around the corner of the street. Ally cried profusely, she sank to the ground, swung her arms around her knees and wiggled back and forth.

"Ally?" She looked up, her eyes red with tears.

"Damy?" she asked in disbelief, as she wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater. "What are you doing here? I'm dreaming…I just know…so how can you be here?" He shrugged his shoulders while sending her a small smile.

"Apparently you miss me. I got a weird vibe that you wanted me here, so here I am" he grinned. She frowned a bit, as if she wouldn't even consider it…missing him.

"Strange," she finally brought out, as he sat down beside her.

"So…why those tears, angel?" He asked, like he didn't know it yet. Ally looked at her hands, absently fiddling with a bracelet.

"Daddy was called to a fire, the same fire as …as…" As the one in which he died. Poor child, memories could be so cruel. "I couldn't stop him…he didn't hear me…like I wasn't there," she whispered with tears shining in her eyes.

"Dreams aren't real, Ally. Dreams don't alter the reality. You must learn to life with the fact that he's gone," he said softly hoping that he didn't say the wrong thing. She had to know the difference but the last thing that Damon wanted to do was upset her even more.

"I know," she said with her head down. He sighed. Dreams could not change reality, but they could soften it and make it more bearable. Until the very moment he had been a tourist, wandering through Ally's mind; seeing the world her subconscious showed him. But now the time had come to change some things in this nightmare.

"Would you feel better if you had the chance to talk to him once more in this dream?" He added, because there was no way to bring the dead to life, well normally.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I think I would." Those words were enough. He took over her dream and kept pulling the strings like a puppeteer with a puppet. He could do everything with the dream, he was aware of the smallest things in this dream world. From the smallest plant, to the people who passed by. But he didn't do anything with them…instead he formed a picture in his thoughts of the man he had just seen. This until the person in his head had become as realistic as a photo. After that he manipulated the dream and suddenly a perfect copy of Steven appeared across the street. "Looks like your wish comes true," he said, while he gave Ally a tap on her shoulder and pointed to the man across the street.

She turned her head disconsolately in that direction, but when she saw her father standing there, with open arms and a radiant smile, her mouth crept up in an insane laugh. She jumped up and rushed towards him, falling into his arms.

Steven lifted her up and swung her around, until they were both dizzy from the motions.

Damon watched with a smile. He didn't have to do more than that other than wait, and watch Ally be happy one last time with her father. He leaned against the wall of the house and figured that he should keep his mouth shut about this; otherwise Elena and Stefan (little brothers were capable of everything) would remind him off it over and over again. Remind him how he, in a weak moment, had done something sweet (yuck, he hated that word) for this little girl. He wasn't sweet…not to everyone…and he certainly didn't want to create the impression that he was a good guy because he wasn't. Maybe he had a friendly side deep down in him but nobody who had to know that.

Ally had taken Stevens hand in hers and together they started to walk towards Damon.

"Look, daddy, this is Damy. My deeeeeaaaarest friend," she said as she stretched the word.

"Damy, huh?" Steven said as he stuck out his hand. Damon laughed shortly, climbed onto his feet, shook his hand and said: "Kids, they have a nickname for everyone. The name is Damon."

He had thought that the conversation would stop after that, because he controlled this dream…and Steven was part of it. He was formed after Ally's memories…of what he had seen. Steven was supposed to be superficial.

"I know who you are," Steven said with a smile. His voice was pure, filled with genuine friendliness. "I'm grateful for what you've done for my daughter. She needs someone now…now that I'm gone."

Damon felt his eyes widen with astonishment. There was no possibility that Steven could know what had happened in the real world. He was part of the dream…able to carry a conversation and to say what Ally wanted to hear, but unable to know things like that. Something wasn't right. "Don't look at me like that, Damon," Steven said softly when Ally wasn't looking. "I know what you're thinking and you're right. I'm not part of this dream. I have taken the place of the Steven you created." Damon didn't get it…if he isn't the shallow, "part of the dream" Steven, than who was he?

"How…" he began but Steven interrupted him abruptly.

"I'm a ghost. I'm on the other side, Damon. The only way to communicate with living people is through dreams."

"How did you know I would give her that dream?"

"Damon, I think it's better if I don't explain all these difficult issues. It would just complicate matters." Yeah…more complicated…he already didn't understand it… So he nodded, and then they both looked at Ally, who stared at them with wide, brown eyes.

"I'm so happy daddy. This is the best dream I've had since…well…you know," those last words she added quietly. "Thank you, daddy," she gave him a big hug and then she turned to Damon. "Thank you for being here, Damy." She jumped into his arms and swung her tiny arms tightly around his neck.

"You're welcome, Ally. But…I think I have to go. This is your dream, not mine. You should go and spend the rest of it with you dad. I'm not going anywhere. You can always talk to me later."

"Yeah…but I don't want you to leave," she said softly.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be back when you wake up."

"Do you promise?" She asked, her large eyes boring up into his.

"I promise" He found himself whispering back.

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