Forever Yours - Damon Salvatore

4 - Memorial✅

Amelia Evans laid in the bed the Salvatore brothers let her sleep in, still fast asleep, her mind thinking of everything has happened to her the past couple of days. As she let out soft, gentle snores, Damon Salvatore stood in the doorway looking at her. It had been about two days since they saw each other again, and he was still in slight shock.

After he became a vampire, after watching her that day at the cemetery, he never thought he would see Amelia again. Now here she is, looking as beautiful as she back then, back in his life once more. Without Alaric here anymore, Damon knew having her back was going to be a good thing, he needed her as his best friend again now more then ever.

"Quit staring, it's creepy." He hears a voice grumble groggily, and he smiles when he sees Amelia now wide awake, sat up in bed looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"I wasn't staring." He quickly defends. "I came in to wake you up. Elena and Stefan have to go on their hunting trip. I want somebody to drink with, so get up, your coming to the Grill with me."

"Alright, bossy pants." She says mock saluting him, before throwing the covers off of herself, and climbing out of bed.

Damon just stayed lent against the doorway, watching as she walks over to the suitcase at the foot of the bed, and pulls out some clothes to change into. Noticing him still there, Amelia glanced over at him with a smirk.

"You staying for a show or something?" She question, and Damon rolls his eyes at her before walking away, and she bites her lip smiling before heading into the Bathroom to get dressed.

She quickly throws on a black skater skirt, and a maroon spaghetti strap crop top to match, throwing on a denim jacket to go with it. Quickly pulling on and lacing up her white converse, Amelia runs her brush through her hair before leaving it down, and heading downstairs to find Damon.
Finding him in the living room, drinking a blood bag, Amelia sneaks up up from behind and takes the bag from his hand then starting to drink it.

Damon glares at her playfully. "You can repay me for that, by buying the first round of Bourbon at the Grill." He tells her, and considering it for a moment, she nods her head.

"Seems fair. Let's go."

****

Damon and Amelia sat at the bar of the Grill, Damon keeping Ric's usual seat beside him empty, catching up with Amelia of all the things they have missed in each others lives over the century. They so far had two whole bottles of bourbon between them, but was no where near drunk.

"So where's the Queen of Evil now?" Amelia question, after having listened intently to Damon's story about what happened to Katherine after 1864, and what problems she has caused everyone here in Mystic Falls.

"No idea. Haven't heard from her in a while." Damon shrugs, taking a sip of his Bourbon. "Don't care either. She'll crawl out her hole when she thinks she is safe from Klaus."

"Then she'll have me to deal with." Amelia says in a serious tone, taking a sip of her own drink. "I have a bone to pick with that doppelganger bitch."

"Now I would pay to watch you two come face to face again." Damon says, a wicked grin coming onto his face at the thought.

Neither of them say anything else, as Sheriff Forbes arrives and stands the empty side of Damon, about to put something down in front of him when he stops him.

"This seat's taken." He tells her, and Liz doesn't even bother to question it, and just goes and stands beside Amelia.

She then places the Newspaper down in front of the pair, the headline immediately standing out to them.