InsaneJournal

Damon stared up at the ceiling, and wished he could sleep.  But like every night, all he could do was replay the moment that Elena ripped his heart out, over and over again in his mind.  He'd tried his best to avoid the pain.  To channel it into violence like he normally did.  But, killing Aaron hadn't done a thing to relieve his anger, just reinforced Elena's opinion that he was a monster.  That he would never change.  So, he found a different outlet for his frustration.

As he thought about her, the vampire curled up against his side stirred slightly.  He looked down at her, his face softening.  He'd been true to his word, and done his best to spend the last few days blowing her mind.  He'd been so happy to see her alive here.  He'd missed her.  Rose saw him for who he was, and accepted him.  Unlike Elena who wanted to turn him into Stefan.  He sighed, and slipped quietly from the bed.  He needed to think, and didn't want to disturb her.

He wandered the streets of Lawrence.  The fresh air cleared hi head a bit.  And eventually he found himself outside Katherine's house.  he stood there, hidden in the shadows for a moment.  She'd hit a nerve the other day.  About them being similar.  About only being able to change for himself, not anyone else.  So, he'd lashed out.  Taunted her about being dead.  Except, what he'd never tell any of them was he'd mourned her.  He still loved her, probably always would.  And that was why he hated her.  And it didn't help, that every time he looked at her, he saw Elena either.  He did sort of regret being so mean.  She'd given him advice, and he repaid her like that.

He growled, angry at himself, and turned to leave.  He was hungry, and blood bags weren't going to do the trick this time.