Damon sat on the grand balcony of the Mikaelson mansion, gazing at the horizon. The night was still, but his mind was anything but. The magic within him had become an uncontrollable force, and the weight of it all was crushing him. He barely noticed when Bonnie sat down beside him.
"Avoiding me doesn't suit you," Bonnie said softly, her voice careful but firm.
Damon scoffed, staring at his hands. "Thought you'd be glad to be rid of me. I was a right dick. I snapped at you when you were only trying to help me."
Bonnie frowned. "You think I care about that? I'm worried about you, Damon."
He let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah? Well, maybe you should stop. I'm a freak now! I'm not even a proper vampire or a witch! Bonnie." He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "I have this feeling, in the back of my mind telling me that Stefan isn't my real brother. Is he Bon? Maybe he never was. And if that's true, then what the hell am I?"
Bonnie's heart ached for him. She reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You're Damon. You're still you, no matter what. Stefan will still love you either way."
Damon swallowed hard, his throat tight. "I'm scared, Bon. Scared of what I'm becoming. Of what I might do."
Bonnie's eyes softened. "You don't have to go through this alone. We're going to figure it out." Damon rested his head on Bonnie's shoulder while he wraps her arms around him.
For the first time in days. Damon felt something shift within him—an ounce of relief, of comfort. He didn't say anything, but Bonnie knew he heard her.
Later that night, Damon found himself back at the boarding house. He told himself it was for Stefan, but the truth was, he was looking for something—anything—that still felt familiar.
What he found instead was the sound of Stefan and Elena arguing.
"You're obsessed, Elena! Damon is not yours to control! He doesn't even date you!" Stefan's voice was sharp with frustration.
"He is mine! He always comes back to me!" Elena shrieked. "And now you're spending all your time with Bonnie? What, are you sleeping with her now!?"
Damon's stomach twisted at her words, and when he stepped into the room, Elena's eyes snapped to him. "And you! You've been ignoring me for days! Sleeping around with the Mikaelsons, playing their little pet—"
Damon's patience snapped. "Are you out of your damn mind! I almost died because of you! You led them to me, Elena! It's your fault that witch nearly ripped me apart! We should have never come back here!" His voice rose with each word, his anger making the air vibrate. The room crackled with unseen energy.
Elena's face twisted in rage, and she grabbed a lamp, hurling it at him. "You belong with me, Damon! Not them!"
As the lamp shattered against the wall, the magic inside Damon exploded outward. The very air seemed to choke, and suddenly, Elena was gasping, clutching at her throat.
Damon's vision blurred, and it wasn't until Stefan shoved him backward that he snapped out of it. Elena collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently, her eyes filled with terror.
"Leave Damon!" Stefan shouted, positioning himself between Damon and Elena. "Now!"
Damon didn't need to be told twice. He bolted out of the house, running blindly through the night until he reached the Mikaelson estate.
Just as he reached the ground, something crashed into him, knocking him onto the dirt. A vampire, eyes dark and merciless, loomed over him.
"Finally found you," the vampire sneered, fangs bared. "That witch wasn't lying—you're more powerful than you should be. The bounty on your head is—"
Before the vampire could finish, a blur of movement tore him away from Damon. A sickening crunch followed, and Damon barely registered Klaus and Elijah standing over the even more lifeless body, Kol wiping blood from his hands with a smirk.
"You alright, love?" Kol asked, crouching beside Damon.
Damon couldn't answer. His breath came in short, rapid bursts, and the weight of everything—the magic, the witch, Elena, nearly killing her, the vampire attack—came crashing down on him all at once. His hands shook, his vision blurred, and the world tilted violently.
Klaus moved first, kneeling in front of him. "Damon, look at me." His voice was steady, commanding.
Elijah placed a firm hand on Damon's head stroking his hair, grounding him. "Breathe."
Kol sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist in a way that was more comforting than Damon wanted to admit. "We've got you, darling. Just breathe."
Damon squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to focus on their voices, on the steady weight of their presence. Slowly, his breathing evened out, his hands steadied.
"That's it." Klaus murmured. "Good boy."
Damon let out a shuddering breath, exhausted beyond words. For the first time in his long, painful existence, he wasn't alone.
And maybe—just maybe— he didn't have to be afraid anymore.
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I don't know how to feel about this chapter. I wrote this while listening to anxiety by doechii, that's where Damon's panic attack came from. I hope I wrote it acutely. Anyway I hope you like this chapter my darlings
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