The Vampire Diaries Imagines

A Blast From The Past

Summary: Once a year, Damon mopes, mourning over your death. However, you aren't completely dead...

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Warnings: mention of death, angst, mourning, threats

Word Count: 1255

Damon sat at the bar, holding a glass in hand as he spewed advice to Matt who had called Stefan to pick him up. "Don't ever ever ever fall in love Donovan. It squeezes your heart to the point where you struggle to breathe." He finished what was in the glass, plonking it down onto the bar's surface.

"I'm cutting you off." Matt told him, finding it difficult to believe that Damon had experienced such an emotion. He didn't care about people, he acted out of rage and not reason.

"On today? That's harsh!" Damon pitied himself, pouting at the blonde.

Stefan sighed as he entered, hearing what his brother had said. After over a century, he seemed in as much pain as the day you died. He hurt too, but in a different, more recoverable way. He had just gone and laid some tulips on your grave, whereas Damon had been drowning himself in alcohol.

"Stefan!" Damon exclaimed as his brother stood him up, pulling him from the bar. "My dear little brother, what are you doing here? Do you want a drink?"

Drink was not medicine, no matter what the elder vampire thought. "Thanks for calling." Stefan nodded at Matt, who was relieved to be able to attend other customers now.

He got him out the door, putting him in the car. "What flowers did you get her?" He never went to your grave on your anniversary, instead he paid his respects there every other Sunday, tracing the etching of your name on the stone.

"Her favourite." Damon smiled, remembering how you would pick them and put them in a vase. Those were the good old days, where you were both young and human.

.....

Just the thought of you made him hang his head. You had died, and he hadn't saved you. He was too slow, too human. "What happened couldn't have been helped Damon." It was the same thing Stefan told him year after year, but it didn't stop the ache in his chest.

Damon grabbed a bottle of bourbon, watching as Elena slunk her way into the room. He rolled his eyes, finding it unfair how his brother could feel love, even it was the doppelganger of his wicked ex.

"Matt said he was in the bar since this morning." Elena told Stefan, caressing his arm. Damon could obviously hear her, but opted not to respond. This had nothing to do with her, and he's be damned if he told her how he was feeling, more specifically how he wanted to rip his own heart out and lay it on your grave.

"That doesn't surprise me." Stefan often wondered what Damon did all of those years they were separated. He would be alone, mourning the love of his life.
....

You had been watching Damon from the bar, having taken a seat at the back. He did this every year, and it made you feel guilty. You wished you could have prevented your death, but alas, you couldn't have.

"I love your jacket!" A blonde came up to you, bringing her drink over. You could smell the death off her, she was a vampire. "I'm Caroline by the way." She held her hand out, and you accepted it.

"(Y/N), and thanks." You were glad some people paid you mind, instead of ignoring you and allowing you to rot in the backseat of their lives.

Not only were you watching Damon today, but you were mourning yourself, it had became a habit after watching him for so long. This was the reason you never celebrated Valentine's Day, it had been the last day you were human and the first day you were a vampire.

....

"He's mourning." Stefan informed his girlfriend, who was shocked that was something Damon did.

"He cared for someone?" Everything she had seen Damon do had a self serving purpose. He had tried finding Katherine so that he could kill her, as revenge for turning you into a corpse.

Damon just glared at Elena, he didn't want her in his sight today. At all. She was too identical to your killer for his liking. "I loved someone." He spoke, taking another swig. "And she died."

Stefan shook his head, he had been following Damon's ritual for decades, but he had seen your face. "She's in town Damon."

"She still died Stefan. The girl I love had her liver ruptured by a bullet, and she bled out onto the ground of this town!"

"I thought she was dead." Elena had become confused with their back and forth, their points contradicting each other's.

"She is." Damon said.

"Katherine turned her before she turned us. She was never the same, and since we've treated her like a ghost." Admitting all of this made a weight lift off of Stefan's chest, but it didn't lessen the guilt. He knew it was wrong treating you as they had, but you were crazed with a need for blood and passion to revel in your life as a vampire. You had been, at least.

"Go ahead Stefan, tell Gilbert here everything!" Damon left, knowing where his next destination would be.
....

Damon had walked to your grave, no vamp speed, just walked. He needed the time to think about how things may have been different if he had just let you back in.

He smiled as he saw the tulips Stefan had left. "You were always more beautiful than these things." He spoke, reading your name, shaking his head at the date. Valentine's day was supposed to be filled with love, but instead you had laid pool of blood in the grass instead of rose petals.

"They're not my favourite anymore." You walked up behind him, sitting upon the empty grave.

"They were hers." Damon didn't look at you, instead he focused on the stone. It was like it was your ghost, but you were really here. "She should have lived out a happy life, had children, a steady marriage."

"That girl only wanted all of that with you." It was true, even if Katherine had spared you, your past self wouldn't have moved on. "But she can't have those children, she's to spend lifetimes being pushed away from the man she loved and to suffer from the curse."

Finally, Damon looked at you, noticing how much you had changed since the last time he saw you. You were tame, there was no wound on your stomach. You still resembled a part of that girl. "She pushed me away first when she made me into what I am today."

That was your deepest regret, listening to Katherine and obeying her orders. You bit your lip, thinking of what you were to say. "There's not a day I don't regret what I did to you Damon. I hate myself for it, I want to be that girl again."

"Then be her." He told you, grabbing your face to be between his palms. "Save me from having to drown my sorrows and treat you like someone else."

Instantly you nodded, a few tears slipping from the both of yours eyes.
....

Stefan entered his home, Elena in tow. There was a mess down every hall way, things were knocked over and broken. "Damon's home." Stefan said.

Elena walked into the living room, seeing movement from two bodies on the sofa. "And he's not alone." Stefan instantly came in, gasping at seeing your face.

You covered yourselves before turning to look at the intruders. "Katherine?" You were going to kill her.