|Damon Salvatore had everything he ever wanted (someonehasto) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-03-07 23:21:00
|Entry tags:||damon salvatore, ginger|
Who: Damon Salvatore (OTA or finished as narrative)
What: Arriving in Lawrence
When: Friday Afternoon
Warnings: Violence and blood, and probably drinking.
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.”