Chapter 23
'Where did my life go so wrong?' Damon pondered to himself. Perhaps he had been harsh about his brother's seemingly unpleasant attitude towards life. But now for the first time he understood what insanity and heartbroken meant. It seemed to him that the final blows were hitting him one after the other – like an endless tidal wave that was dead set on killing him. He was absolutely positive now, that Elena would kill him. She would kill him just because she didn't love him and he didn't know if he was capable of another rejection in space of two years.
At least Katherine had, had the heart to end all games with him. She had tried in the beginning but soon she had revealed the truth. The true inner workings of her mind. Damon gazed down at Peyton's cell. He had heard the conversation but truthfully before he even listened to the recording he had soon realized that Elena was done with him; just by the way she had reacted once Peyton had politely excused herself.
"So did you compel her of feed on her?" Elena snorted as she watched Peyton back retreating out the grill.
"What! Why the hell would you think that?" Damon answered. He was more than a little bit offended. He didn't compel every human he came in contact with. He knew what he was, but he was not such a monster.
"Oh." She said dismissively studying the menu before her.
"Oh? Is that all you have to say?" He asked gutted by her reply.
"I can't help it. When it comes to you it's hard for me to digest what is really going on with you." She sniffed, flicking her hair back.
"Do you even trust me?" Damon snarled.
"No." Elena bit out.
"Then how can you love me, if you don't trust me?" He asked.
"Who said I loved you." Elena answered.
The words and confession had knocked him so hard that he had remained seated, shell shocked before he had discovered that Elena had left him behind in the grill. She had left him to stop in his own stew of problems. He had glanced at the far corner of the grill towards the clock; it was past midnight but suddenly he had felt in need of a drink. A drink that lead to another one and eventually he had cleared the bar out at the grill.
Damon had half stumbled his way towards the town square and sat on one of the benches as he gazed at the clock tower. Mystified by how much Mystic Falls had changed yet at the same time how much it hadn't. Oh what the hell he thought – I'm going all philosophical. That's Stefan's area of expertise. Perhaps he should have joined his brother and Barbie on their trip – instead of thinking along the lines that he would have Elena all to himself. Now that he did or had, had her to himself it had turned out to be an utter waste of tail chasing and risk taking all for a girl who clearly had no respect for him.
Was he destined to never find love? Then a small blonde's face popped into his mind and he just knew that he had to go and see her.
Peyton was lying down on her bed, a book in one hand, while she was bopping her head to the Enrique music that she was busy listening to on her earphones. Even though the volume was on max – she heard the heavy knocks against her hotel door. Startled, she pulled the earphones out and walked hesitantly towards the door. The second she opened the door, Damon half fumbled / stepped his way through the door.
"Damon?" Peyton couldn't hide the surprise in her voice.
"Do you love me?" Damon demanded as he marched into her room, although in truth he looked like a drunkard penguin.
"What? Are you drunk?" She questioned.
"Just answer the question. Do you love me?" His voice was laced with desperation – he needed to be loved. He needed someone to tell him that he was worthy of their love.
"How can you even ask me that?" She questioned, as she moved towards him – "I've always loved you. I will always love you." She whispered as if she was confessing something world reckoning.
"That's all I needed to know." Damon grabbed her and lunged his mouth on top of hers.
An: Sorry for the long wait. Had such a hectic week. Just a short chapter for Damon and Peyton.