Short Stories and Oneshots

This Left Feels Right - Part 1

Author: Bertie Bott 

Platform: Fanfiction.net

Type: Twilight x Vampire Diaries

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball right when you need it most. Damon is asked to visit an old friend by someone he can't say no to. When he gets to Forks, though, it's not a family of vampires he finds waiting for him, but an angry girl who just might give his life the new direction he's been seeking...

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Part One – Forks

An exhaustion going far beyond the physical and leading into the existential settled deep into his chest. With a heavy air of resentment and resignation, Damon cut across the crowd of disembarking passengers and made his way to the Enterprise car rental station situated at the opposite end of the SeaTac terminal he found himself in.

He hated airports. The hustle and bustle, the desperate clinging of loved ones forced to say goodbye – it was enough to give a vampire an aneurism, or at the very least, a migraine.

Fucking Stefan, he thought. His baby brother was so fond of blaming him for all his problems, and maybe there was some truth to that, but he all too easily forgot the sacrifices Damon had and continued to make for him.

Stefan's reputation as a ripper had been absolute, so much so that he'd been given a new name, the Ripper of Monterrey. Damon remembered those years better than he'd like to. The time he'd spent chasing after his brother, always one step behind him while cleaning up his messes to the best of his ability, compelling towns to forget so their secret wouldn't be unleashed...it was something Stefan had never known he'd done for him, and Damon wanted to keep it that way.

To that end, it probably wasn't fair for him to blame Stefan. He'd never known about the deal Damon had made in order to spare his life, for killing inconspicuously as Stefan had, it hadn't taken long for him to turn up on the Volturi's radar.

Fucking Cold Ones, he now thought as he compelled the desk attendant to give him the fastest car on the lot.

Thinking him to be some crazed newborn, they'd sent a party to dispose of Stefan, but Damon had intercepted them and had made his point clear: if anyone ever killed his little brother, it'd be him. A few dismembered limbs lit afire had driven that message home, as well.

So instead of killing Stefan, they'd bargained with Damon. If they truly had wanted the ripper gone, it would have happened. While Damon was stronger and faster than them, and his talents innumerable as opposed to limited, the Cold Ones could destroy him with sheer numbers alone.

But Aro was a greedy fucker and saw the potential in Damon as an ally. SO instead of an execution, there'd been a treaty of sorts. Damon would continue to clean up after his brother with a little help from Demetri, a tracker who would enable them to catch up with Stefan with little to no lag, making the cover-up go even faster. Their precious little secret would be maintained, and Stefan spared, but in exchange, Damon had to ally himself with the three kings.

He'd outright refused to serve on the guard, and perhaps realizing that forcing him to would have been like keeping a wild tiger in a child's playpen, they'd accepted him as something more of a contract employee. Occasionally, they'd have need of someone on the New America to dole out justice, and Damon found the idea of being a contracted hit-man far more favorable than a mere servant.

As if he'd bow to anyone but himself.

So decades after his brother's bloody version of the ice capades, Damon found himself still cleaning up after him, taking care of him in a way he'd never be thanked or acknowledged for...not that he wanted the recognition. He had nothing to prove to Stefan.