After - A Delena Story

27 - Peace -

After a couple drinks and lots of talking, everyone finally left and I took a shower.
I got used to the big, fancy shower at the hotel but I've realised our shower isn't much different.

I'm laying in bed with a book in my lap, it's about eleven pm. I feel exhausted yet there's no way I'll sleep.

"Thought you'd be asleep."
Damon walks into the bedroom in just a towel, fresh out of the shower.

"Jet lag." I sigh and he chuckles, "Worth it?" He asks.
"Definitely."

He smiles and pulls a pair of boxers out of the drawer, "It's hotter here than it was in Paris." I groan as I put my book down on the end table.

I pull the sheets over me and lay my head on the pillow, "But you're still under the sheets." Damon laughs.

"You know I need my legs covered,"
"I get scared." I frown.

He gets into bed next to me with an amused grin spread across his face.
"You're scared of a monster under the bed?"

I turn onto my side and look at him, "No."
"I'm scared of something dragging me by my feet." I say and he chuckles again.

I smile and decide I might as well do it now.
"We need to talk."

"Oh no, That's never good."
"Just tell me the truth, please." I beg.

He nods, "What was your nightmare about?"
His face immediately flushes and his eyes widen.

"Elena." He shakes his head and turns on his back.
"Please, I need to know."

He lets out a loud sigh,

"It was like flashback..."
"But..." He pauses and pushes his hair back.

"It's okay." I reassure him and put my hand on top of his. "It was a flashback from when I was a boy."

"I was around eight. Stefan was a baby."
"My father was angry about god knows what..."

"He hit me, screamed at me, the usual."

My heart breaks and I squeeze his hand as an attempt to comfort him.

"All while my mother watched from the hallway, Stefan wailing in her arms."

"Damon...I'm sorry." I scoot closer to him and rest my head on his chest. His arm wraps around me, "That isn't even the bad part."

"It was the same night. A flashback."

"But my mother wasn't there, Stefan wasn't there, and my father wasn't there..."

Okay, I'm confused.

"I was my father." He looks down at me and I lift my hand up to his cheek.

"And the little boy...it wasn't me. He looked like me
but different."

"He cried out in pain..."

'Dad please not again.' 'No daddy.' 'Please'." Tears are falling down his face and I wipe them away with my thumb.

"I was just like him."
"Just like my father."

I kiss his jaw and look back up at him, "It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. You're nothing like him, you'll never been anything like him." I tell him.