I Know The End | D. Salvatore

Halloween kills

October 31st. Halloween. Usually a holiday that I absolutely love, the spookiness and the autumn leaves, but this year feels different. I suppose that's what happens when you find out that Vampires are real in October. And as scared as I am that vampires are real, I also find it kind of exhilarating, in a very weird and twisted sort of way.

My phone buzzed on my nightstand, letting me know that I had a text message. I reached out and grabbed my phone, turning it over to see that Stefan had messaged me. 'We found Vicki.'

I sighed in relief, at least I wouldn't have to worry about that. Part of me wanted to go over to the Salvatore residence and check up on them, and part of me wanted to stay far away while Vicki was still new. The likelihood of her losing control is high. And I don't necessarily feel like becoming her next meal.

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Elena and Jeremy went off to the high school's Halloween party, leaving me alone in the house for once. I lounged on my bed, scrolling through my phone casually and had music playing softly in my room that I sang along to.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the voice of an angel?" I gasped, my hand shooting to my heart as I sat up in bed. My gaze landed on Damon as he lent against my door with a smug smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked irritatedly

"I was bored, so I came to see you." He shrugged as he began to wander around my bedroom. 

"Am I that entertaining to you?" I asked as I watched him nosy around my room. He picked up a teddy bear from the top of my chest of drawers and made it wave at me. I glared at him in response, unamused by his antics.

"Yes. You are, I enjoy our little arguments." He said as he opened up my chest of drawers and began digging through my clothes. I sighed and grabbed a small pillow from my bed, tossing it at him and managing to smack him square on the back of the head.

"Hey." He complained

"Don't look through my stuff." I said, Damon huffed and then made his way over to my bed. He collapsed beside me and lay down on my right side. I glanced over at him, my mind warning me that he was dangerous. And that I shouldn't let my guard down around him.

"You okay?" He suddenly asked me, picking up on my fearful eyes.

"Fine." I replied plainly

"Liar." Damon replied quickly, clearly seeing right through me much to my annoyance.

"I watched you kill a man last night and now you're hanging out in my room." I said. Damon sighed and nodded in acceptance.

"I guess that would affect someone like you." Damon replied

"Someone like me?" I asked him

"Someone good." He answered honestly. There was an expression on his face that I hadn't seen on him before, but I couldn't fully pinpoint what it was.

I sighed softly before I asked him "have you always been like this?"

"No. Not before I was turned." Damon admitted. "I think you would have liked me before. When I was human." He spoke the words with an unreadable emotion, one that could almost be mistaken for sadness or longing, but he quickly put back up his charming and cocky facade, not letting me see it long enough to pinpoint it.

I sighed softly and lay back down again, staring up at my fairy lights as they glowed softly in a comforting manner. I wonder if I would have liked human Damon. If we would have gotten along better in 1864.

A sudden thought that popped into my head made a small laugh slip my lips. "You know what's funny? My brother's girlfriend and my sister's boyfriend are both vampires. I'm the only one who's not living the twilight life right now."