Damon uncomfortably laid on his bed till late in the morning watching the sky through his bedroom window. It didn't feel like the last time. The bite. Every morning he felt like he had healed until suddenly, in a tight second he toppled up in pain like never known before. The agony Damon felt was spreading throughout this entire body like every bone was breaking, but they weren't. His skin was cold and clammy, but his body was emitting heat. When asked by Elena or Bonnie where he felt the pain, he couldn't pinpoint it. It was as if he was being punched and kicked repeatedly, yet there was no evidence of it. Two puncture marks from canines were still visible on his neck, still fresh as the day he'd received them.
He remembered Elena and Bonnie telling him the night before that the only thing that would cure him of his pain was Maeve's blood. He knew because of his actions, everything he had ever done to Maeve, she would never cure him.
"You look like shit." he heard her comment. Damon lifted his head from the pillow to find Maeve standing over by the doorframe of his room. She leaned on the frame, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her eyes were dark and serious as she stared at him.
"Yeah...well I feel like it too." Damon's voice sounded strained and weak.
"You deserve to feel like that. I wanted you to feel my pain." Maeve said with a stern voice. She made her way to him but stood by the foot of the bed. "I didn't want you to feel anything but my pain. What I went through and my nightmares." She looked up at him with her head cocked to the side. Damon looked at her with concern. His concern was not for her but himself. He didn't know what to expect from her.
"Tell me. Tell me honestly, Damon. Why did you treat me like this? Ever since that night of the werewolf attack...you have been treating me like all I am to you is a shield to protect Elena. Was everything a lie? Wanting to be friends and coming to comfort me all the way in Georgia for Pops funeral? You abused me...made me feel like a tool, but you know what? I deserve better than this. I got that."
"Then why are you here? Here to gloat over me? Watch me die?" snared Damon before he coughed. Maeve smiled coldly. she walked around and sat next to Damon, at the edge of the bed.
"I know what you're feeling. Breaking bones but nothing happening physically. Heat flashes but cold skin? It's like a nightmare. You feel like you're dying but your body isn't breaking down. Like a storm inside you but no rain." she said in a calming soft voice. "But...you have already suffered for a week." she continued, "I wanted you to burn in hell. I wanted you to know exactly who you messed with. I am Maeve Kalon, crowning Alpha of the Kalon Pack, and I will never forget what you did to me." she said in a low raspy voice.
Maeve reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a vial of blood. "I am healing you. Not because I forgive you or because I am going to forget it...I am neither Jesus nor do I have Alzheimers.. Because I will not stoop to your level." Maeve placed the vial in his hand. "Goodbye Damon."
Maeve stood up from the bed and exited the room.
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