Vampire Diaries Imagines

The Truth - Damon Salvatore

As the night sky draped itself over our small town of Mystic Falls, I found myself clashing words like swords yet again with my little sister. Our bond wasn't as strong as it once was, and it could be argued whose fault it was depending on which one of us you asked. Though I would never admit such, I knew that I was to blame for the majority of our problems. I just didn't like how she seemed to side with Stefan on everything after we turned. That's a hundred and fifty years of being told that it was I who was in the wrong and not the youngest of us. Not something I wanted to hear on a constant basis, if I was being honest. It was Stefan that pushed her and I to turn anyway, but I'm at fault for holding the grudge? Yeah... okay...

Tonight though, YN's patience wore thin enough she could snap me in two at any moment. I knew it too, but my stubborn headed ass wasn't about to let it go. This time I was going for all or nothing even though it was the same argument we've had it out on a thousand times before.

"Why must you insist on accusing me of taking his side for everything but only when I agree with him? This is getting ridiculous, Damon!" she exclaimed, her sweet voice had blown away with the wind two minutes in.

"Because you do, YN! You might not see it, but I do! I'm not always in the wrong and he's not always in the right, but you certainly seem to think so and it's fucking infuriating. I expect it to come from the likes of Elena or Bonnie, but from my own sister? It's like a cruel joke, only it's not a joke, it's a sick form of the truth that I can't seem to wrap my head around!" I yelled back at her.

YNN rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You only think that because when I defend you to anyone, could be Stefan or Elena or hell even our father back in the day, it's to your benefit and you get such an ego boost from it because no one can tell your over observant little sister she's wrong. At least that's some of what you told Alaric the other day, isn't it not?! But the moment I get the words 'Stefan is right' or 'Stefan isn't at fault for this one' out of my mouth, you get butt hurt about it and can't get it through your big head, I'm only going to speak the truth, just as I have for a substantial part of my life." Her face started to become bright red as she raged with anger. So much so that I could practically see the steam pouring out of her ears.

"When it comes to you and Stef, I only speak on what I know to be true. You know that, or at least should know that better than anyone else." With that statement left hanging in the air, she walked away and headed for the front door.

"Where are you going? We're not done!" I yelled and followed her to which she quickly turned and faced me with a blaze in her eyes.

Shaking her head, YN said, "No, Damon, you may not be done but I am. I'm more than done with this conversation and, at the moment, I'm done being in the presence of someone who refuses to listen to a word that comes out of my mouth because it's something he doesn't want to hear. So, I'm walking away to cool off before I do something impulsive that I will regret." She took a deep breath and grabbed her jacket that hung by the door. "Good night, brother." Next thing I knew she was slamming the door behind her.

In silence, I sat in the sitting room for an hour with nothing to be heard except the fire crackling in the fireplace. I raked over the words that YNN and I spewed at each other. Never had I ever driven her to the point of walking away. It wasn't like her. That was normally reserved for me. With Stefan, I might have pushed him out of the second story window or held a stake to his chest but with YN, I just walked away. I could have never been that cruel to her. This time though, it was she who walked away, and I didn't like the way it made me feel.

"Where's YNN?" Stefan asked as he walked down the stairs.

I shrugged at his question and continued to stare down the flames. "Your guess would be as good as mine, right about now."