Don't go Changing - A Damosa Christmas in Mystic Falls

Last Christmas I gave you my heart...

Right so I know i have been away for a long time with these characters, i'm sorry.

Since it's like the holidays now, i thought i would bring Damon and Rosa back for more of a christmas special, like i did last year.

i am writing season 3 at the moment, but i'm not sure when i will start releasing it :/

anyway... heres the first chapter of 2012s christmas Damosa story

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I stood at his side of the bed and watched him breath in his sleep. His smile made me smile and made me doubt whether I wanted to break his heart. Would he ever smile again when he wakes up and finds out what happened in his sleep. Would he be able to move on from me? I mean we hadn’t spent more than a couple of nights apart for longer than I care to remember.

He twitched in his sleep and I stopped breathing. If he woke up then I wouldn’t be able to do it. I had already backed out the last couple of nights in a row. I even backed out of it one day time. I even slipped him the stereotypical line of I’m off out to get some... well blood in our case rather than milk. I came back with blood for him too, unable to do it... unable to get the image of what he would look like when he found out, out of my head.

“I love you, that’s why I am doing this” I breathed to his sleeping figure. His smile faltered, almost like he knew what was happening, even though he was asleep. My eyes stung as I closed them, holding back the salty tears.

“why are you doing this?” I heard a small voice ask. It almost sounded like Lucinda.

“because our love for each other will kill us in the end... what we have, no one should ever have... it’s too strong... its magic is too powerful for even I to control” I reasoned. The dreams I had been having from the night we got together reinforced that fear.

If I didn’t leave him, we would both die since he would never walk away from me. He would become too protective and end up being killed by someone trying to hurt me because of what I am... a witch-vampire. I would then end up killing myself because he was dead.

Yes. This way, if I left we both could survive. I could survive knowing he was somewhere in the world. I say survive since I wouldn’t be living. I class living as enjoying life and I wouldn’t be able to without my soul mate. But I could carry on breathing day after day, knowing his undead heart was slowly beating somewhere on earth.

Before I backed out of leaving him again, I picked up my rucksack, put it on my back and jumped out of the window, hovering over the snow-covered floor. The last thing I wanted to do was leave tracks for him to follow. Before I left, I turned around and muttered a few Latin words, my final spell in Mystic Falls. A protection spell that meant if I thought hard enough about him, I would know if his heart was still beating or not... a spell that would automatically tell me if his heart stopped beating.

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I just couldn’t handle it... the emotional rollercoaster of being with Damon. As stupid as it might sound, we just loved each other too much. After new years I ran and I just kept running from Mystic Falls. I couldn’t handle finally getting what I had wanted for the last century or more. At first I did nothing, I found somewhere to stay and just sat inside watching trashy TV with countless bottles of whiskey. Then came the blood bingeing, but never killing. Finally the one night stands. Each worked for a couple of days before the pain returned. You may be a little confused here. I mean, if I was feeling pain then why did I run away? Why did I leave after finally getting what I wanted.

I myself could tell you a different answer every day as there was always a different excuse. The truth was never used though. The truth was I was scared of commitment. I was scared of being hurt by one of the only people left in this world that could hurt me. I was scared to allow someone that amount of power over me.