Who: Damon and Samandriel What: Meeting and Memories Where: Beach coffee shop When: After the journal convo Rating: TBA Status: In Progress
There were moments in his life that he would never forget, and this had burned deeper than he had ever imagined it could. He was normal once. He was born in Los Angeles, traveled a little bit with family, went to school, and then college. Then he began to dream of another Damon Salvatore, one from Virginia, born in the 1800's. He had began to change, a little bit at first, and then more until his heart stopped, and he became the man in his dreams. That was nearly a year ago. He had been a vampire for a year. At the same time, he was dating a girl who had lost her parents, one who loved him, and he had loved her, taken care of her, supported her, been the man she needed. They married shortly after the transition, and they had a good life. The story itself was unusual, and yet it mirrored a sort of American Dream, as long as one didn't count the crazy dreams. Elena was his chosen one, and his reasons for choosing her were clear. They were. Crystal clear.
Then there was January, 2014. There was a time where that choice was challenged. Damon should have seen it coming. He had felt it, but he was a moth, drawn to a flame, and that old analogy fit. He was so drawn to it that he didn't object to walking through the purple mist to find that flame again. He would walk through the fires of Hell, literally. He had everything, and had no business doing this, but he was - chasing a feeling that he had tried to ignore for the last year.
This was not his Sam. That was a problem. He didn't have memories of Italy, or Egypt, or of the things that had both made and broken them. He didn't know about the Lux, or Lucifer, or Michael. Oh, that last one he could do without. Damon gave it a little smirk as he took his coffee to an outside table overlooking the ocean. Even if he did, the vampire would be there all the same, the moth drawn to that flame, willing to dance around it for the one who had pushed everyone of his buttons in the right order. Damon was the pillar of strength, but this angel cracked through all the walls, and made him feel so many things. Sam. "We were fucked from the start, and I wouldn't have it any other way." They defied all explanation, and they had broken hearts, and yet he waited at a beach coffee shop for just a little taste that was burned into his memory.