InsaneJournal

So, Elena thought he was a monster.  That he couldn’t change.  She couldn’t be everything he lived for.  Well, what did he live for before Elena?  Katherine.  The cold hearted vampire bitch, who’d seduced him and his brother, turned them and then ran away.  While he still thought she was trapped in a church waiting for him to save her.  Two girls who looked exactly alike broke his heart, within a few years of each other.  It made him so angry.  He’d tried to change for her, be a better man.  Be more like Stefan, because she deserved better than the broken, angry and sadistic vampire she’d fallen in love with.  And he was right, so he’d broken up with her, for her good.  Until Saint Stefan convinced him it was the worst decision he’d ever made.  He shouldn’t have listened to his little brother.  Not this time.

 

So, here he was, waiting by the side of the road where he knew Aaron Whitmore would be turning up soon.  Turning to old tricks and habits.  Killing made him feel better.  And Elena made it perfectly clear how she felt, that she never wanted him back.  So, killing her friend was a good way to hurt her, and console himself.

 His attention is drawn when the car stops where Enzo is lying in the road.

“Are you alright?  Are you alright man?”

The vampire sits up and looks at the driver of the car, Aaron.

“Never better.  We’ve been waiting for you.”

Using his vampire speed, the Eldest Salvatore brother, closes the car door and leans against it.

“Damon’s been teaching me a little game.  See he assured me you’d be on this road heading out of town.”

Aaron turned to Damon.  “But, you said you were going to let me go?”

“I did” Damon grins, “I tried.”

“Does Elena know you’re here?”

“She’s the reason I’m here.  No, scratch that.  I’m the reason I’m here.”

She wasn’t going to get the credit for this one.  He was his own man again.  Could do what he wanted, when he wanted.  He was free of the chains that were Elena Gilbert.

“What do you want, Damon?”

Oh, now wasn’t that a question.  Right now he wanted to torment him, get back at Elena.  But, most importantly, he wanted to be clear about his motives.  He was no longer conflicted.  He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“See, Elena thinks I’m a monster.  And you know what?  She’s right.”

The vampire launched himself at his victim’s throat and drained him dry.  Violently, and without mercy.

“Now, that’s the Damon Salvatore I remember.”

As he felt the life drain from Aaron's body, Damon lifted his head to grin at his friend.  Only, Enzo wasn't in front of him.  Instead it was suddenly the middle of the afternoon, and he was surrounded by strangers.  He looked down to where the boy's body should have been at his feet.  It was gone.  This was bad, very bad.  No Enzo, no body, and he was in a cemetary, and definitely not the one in Mystic Falls.

Screw this, he thought.  I need a drink.  He sped off out of the cemetary at vampire speed.  Seemingly careless of whether the people near him would notice.  But, they'd all seemed preoccupied with something else.

The first bar he found was called Bed of Roses.  Really, Bed of Roses?  Someone named a bar after a Bon Jovi song.  Lexi would have loved that, probably would have dragged Stefan there during one of her Mother Teresa kicks.  He shook his head and moved on.  He didn't like thinking of Lexi, she was irritating, but he still sort of regretted that he'd had to kill her.  Mostly because it upset Stefan.  But still, reminders were annoying.

He looked up at the sign of the next bar he found and smiled.  Purgatory, now that seemed to fit his mood.