Forever Yours - Damon Salvatore

45 - Promised Land

Mystic Falls, 1864

As normal, as her eyes traced up and down the battered piece of stone, tears began to sting the corners of her eyes. In reality, it had only been a few weeks since she had to say goodbye, but it felt like a lifetime to the broken Evans.

She knelt on the ground, twirling a sunflower around her hand, trying hard not to let the tears spill. Biting her lip, she placed the flower down onto the dirt, which had grass beginning to regrow on top of it.

"People say it is suppose to get easier" Amelia spoke aloud, looking at the name carved onto the headstone "Yet, with each day that passes, I still feel exactly the same. Nothing is ever going to ease the pain I feel. I miss you so much, Damon"

As she spoke, she imagined him sat in front of her, listening to her every word and never letting anything distract him from the conversation. She could even imagine the remarks he'd make in response. 'You're being dramatic', 'Stop talking like that. The hurt won't last forever'. She could see it so vividly, for a moment she thought it was real.

But, a single brought her back to the real world. The one, where she had been sat talking to a grave for hours, not noticing the as the day drifted away into night. Sadly, she muttered a quick goodbye, before slowly making her way home. Walking along the gravel roads, she hugged her shawl around her body for warmth, the nights starting to get considerably colder. Winter would soon be upon them. 

"Ms Evans?" A voice spoke, as Amelia came to a halt in her tracks, having felt a presence behind her.

Spinning on her heel, she saw no one there. Normally, the a person who had experienced something like this, would of carried on their journey at a faster pace. But, Amelia remained stood still, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for whoever it could be. Once again, the voice spoke her name from behind, but she didn't turn to see who it was.

"If you've come to scare me, you are wasting your breath" She warned solemnly "Trust me when I say, the idea of death no longer frightens me. With all the pain I've felt recently, death would be a kindness"

From the shadows, a male voice chuckled "Ah, yes. It always hurts to lose someone close to you. But, the ones you've lost deserved to die. If it wasn't for the Salvatore brothers, those vampires would never of died in the church"

A small growl of anger escaped her lips "That was not their fault" She defended fiercely, feeling a fire light within her, the use of the word vampire not even fazing her. It hadn't since the roundup "That was the fault of Katherine Pierce, who died along with the rest of them"

A gust of wind hit, and suddenly, she felt a cold pair over hands wrap around her throat. With a thud, her back got slammed against a brick wall, causing spikes of pain to ripple throughout her body. In front of her, a man glared her down as he held her against the wall, his eyes red with veins penetrating his skin. She had no idea who he was, but he was thirsty for something.

"They are all to blame" He snarled back, his hand stroking her neck, fixated on the pulsating veins beneath her skin "But, somehow during all of it, you managed to stay innocent. Yes, Katherine hated you, but she left you alone. They kept you shielded from it all. Why?"

"Because, no matter what she did, Damon and Stefan still cared about me" She replied weakly "It was something she was never going to change. And, even if they are dead, I'm always going to care about them. They mean the world to me" A silent tear spilled down her cheek, one the vampire took notice of.

"Such a sad, pitiful girl" He mocked "I was going to kill you, but you don't deserve that. I'll do something better" Biting into his wrist, he shoved it against her lips, forcing his blood down her throat "You'll grow to love being a vampire. You'll be able to shut off all those pesky emotions you've been feeling. Goodbye, Ms Evans"