Reckless Love

Chapter 8

Damons p.o.v-

I find myself yet again lost in her clouded brown eyes, how can one be so innocent? Yet how can one ruin the innocence of another? My mind asks, mimicking me as I try to rationalise all of this as being 'normal' it's fucked up my mind is dying to yell at me however he is right I cannot ruin her innocence

"What are you doing here" I try to swallow back my nerves but I cannot. I am iced to the spot her eyes pin to mine for a split second and they shift to everywhere else but me
"I came to get my phone" she barely whispers "and now I would like you to explain" pain edging it's way to her heart, oh.

"Elena I need to come clean, but I also need you to not run off into the town square and yell warning to everyone I am not a monster" she gulps and closes her eyes before daring to look at me
"Damon what is going on? Tell me god damnit what is Stefan talking about!"
I move slightly forward to go sit by her and she shifts further away, Elena my sweet Elena
"You don't need to be scared of me Elena I just want to protect you" I begin "Elena you didn't just fall in the forest that day. A fall from a skyscraper couldn't do that much damage, Lena you were....attacked" I hear her heart race and breathing change, I carry on
"You do not need to be scared of me I would never hurt you I swear" fucking tell her idiot my mind snaps at me "I'm a vampire Elena and so is Stefan, stefan did that to you, he didn't know who you were and you look so much like her Elena I am so sorry I didn't tell you, you will do well of staying clear of me but please try your hardest to not tell the whole town, I imagine you have questions?" I brace myself for anything right now

"You knew this whole time that Stefan attacked me! How the fuck could I not remember that? I was drunk Damon but I'm not a fucking idiot there's something else? Why don't I remember was I spiked? How did he do it!! You cannot be a vampire they simply do not exist!"

"Compulsion Elena as a vampire we can alter a humans memory, Stefan altered the memory so that you think you just fell. I however have never done this to you and I wouldn't dream of it, we drink human blood, again I however drink from blood bags so nobody gets hurt" I try to explain either way she's going to run for the hills
"Nobody except me?" Fuck
"It was wrong of me to have done what I have, but I couldn't keep away from you"
"You said I look like her, her who!?" I go to the safe and pull out a photo of her I hand it to Elena, her eyes still avoiding me, she eyes up the picture for what feels like forever
"Lena say something"
"DONT fucking 'Lena' me how the fuck could you do this to me and as for Stefan what the fuck is he going to do to Yas? Eat her kill her? After he was so nice I can't decide which one of you I hate the most right now, who the fuck is she Damon!!!!" She's real angry and I don't blame her "That's Katherine Pearce, Stefan and I knew her before we came vampires over 100 years ago"
"Fuck that's old" she whispers to herself but I still hear her "I feel sick, you and Stefan need to get the fuck away from mystic falls I do not know why yous are here but do the whole town a favour and leave" she cries and runs, I hear her steps getting further and further away, run baby i don't deserve you my mind is like a whole other person true but annoying.

Several days pass, several days that feel like several centuries. I do not want to leave the house incase she told anyone or incase I bump into her and she runs again, for the first time in many years I cry, I cry more than when I did after loosing mother. I just broke her all over again she lost her parents and I made it worse by trying to help, do I just steak myself right here right now? "Hmm you didn't tell her how delicious I thought she was." That bastard is stood by my door mocking the situation I have no time for him I want to rid myself of anything Stefan instead I run I 'vamp run' right down to the store, bourbon and cigarettes as always. My bourbon in a brown paper bag I walk the streets of mystic falls being the cliché drunken guy with the rough look and his brown paper bag to 'hide' his bottle of alcohol.

The harsh drag of the cigarette hits the back of my throats again and again filling my lungs with toxic smoke before releasing it, making 'O' shapes as I puff away. I'm across from the club or clubs? I don't know if I'm seeing double but I stagger across once my bottle is empty. The club isn't too packed as it's a weekday, I head for the bathroom in a hurry to relief my bladder and when I return I find myself yet again iced on the spot "what the fuck is she doing" anger yet worry stirs within me. She's on the bar singing, wearing a skirt? While other men gawp and cheer her on. How Un-Elena of her I must say she is offered a hand down from the bar 'get your fucking hands of my girl' I shout and nothing escapes my body I'm still stuck on the spot. She begins dancing with some fair haired guy, I recognise him Klaus is it? Ugh he has his filthy paws all over her and what's more she is seeming to enjoy the attention? She's fucking drunk! Just from watching enough of this show I'm suddenly sober and thoroughly pissed but I find myself unable to go over what if she's told people? What if she runs away? Instead I just stumble out to the smoking area. I go to the wooden table "here let me give you a hand" a voice behind me belonging to unknown I don't need help, I turn around before being taken by surprise a left hook swings swiftly into my face knocking me into the table. What the fuck? I try to see who unknown was but everything's a blur. I close my eyes and re open them but nothing was it Stefan? Either way it was probably deserved, I'm taken back to when my father would have done the same, I shiver though I do not feel the cold. I miss my mother

-flashback-
"Oh Damon my sweet boy you don't need to worry, you and Stefan will be okay" she's poorly, laid up in her bed she's sweating though she shivers. All of the colour faded from her beautiful soft skin like a white shirt that's worn out. She looks tired so very tired "mom, you must rest now, me and Stefan are brothers you have thought us well but you may sleep now" I plant a soft kiss on her cold wet head and push her hair behind her ears my sweet sweet mother "GET OUT NOW" shit! Father yells and pushes me out the room.
he doesn't cry not even at the funeral. Stefan so young I hope memories of mother will stay with him.