Salvatore/Mikaelson ][ short stories/imagines TVD&TO

Heightened emotions part 1 ][ Damon Salvatore

He had no choice. He had to, there was no way he would be able to face his brother if he didn't do it. I keep telling myself that. But now I'm stuck with the aftermath of yesterday's events.

The coffee in my hands doesn't taste the same it always has, the smell of it doesn't effect me as much as it always did. The smell of the girl in front of me does. She is concentrated on the small charm bracelet in front of her, her eyebrows knotted together, eyes closed and mouth a bit open.

I'm fast now, strong. But she would floor me in an instant. Giving me the feeling that my head would explode. I've seen her do it multiple times, and the images in my head don't make me want to experience it myself.

"Is this going to take long, sun is almost up."

I wiggle impatiently on the soft leather sofa. Stefan went to get me something to... eat, if that's what I should call it.

"Patience [Y/N], it has never been your stronger side. But at least try. You want this to work don't you?"

I nod. Of course I want this to work. Burning in the sun isn't the thing I was planning to do this weekend. Not the day I would finally see the love of my life again. But now it's tuesday and he is already on his way back. Three days earlier than planned. I asked him to stay, not bother coming home. But of course he didn't listen. He never does.

So here I am, waiting for blood, watching one of my best friend's make my dearest part of jewellery into something I will never take of again, and waiting for my furious boyfriend to come home to his now immortal girlfriend. What a great day.

"Done." Bonnie's voice snaps me out of the daydream, or rather doom scenarios.

"Thank you." She puts the silver bracelet in my hand, her warm skin touching my hand.

I shiver, feeling the blood pump through the smallest veinst in my body. I swallow, and try to concentrate on something else than the rhythmic beating of her heart, or the blood flowing through the arterie in her neck. Slowly my head clears out again and I'm able to look into her eyes.

"I can leave. If that's better for you."

There is worry in her eyes. Not for her life, she knows damn well that she can protect herself from me anytime. But worry for me, for my wellbeing. She knows that if I lose control and somehow hurt her, I would never be able forgive myself.

"No, please stay." I say, while standing up to walk to the middle of the room.

Sunlight begins to creep through the closed curtains. Small beams hitting the dark floorboards, bringing light into the dimly lit room.

I clip the charm bracelet around my right wrist. I got this as a present from Damon. I still remember standing in the park with him, moonlight illuminating his beautiful face, his soft cold hands on my waist. That was the first time he told me he loved me, and I told him back.

I give Bonnie a quick glance before carefully walking to the nearest beam of bright sunlight. Slowly I stick out my bare foot, letting the sunlight warm my skin. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as the light doesn't burn away my foot.

Quickly I open the long heavy curtains, with a smile on my face I race across the room to let the sunlight get in through all the windows. The room is bathed in beautiful golden light.

My eyes catch every detail, the small fragments of dust dancing through the massive room, the cracks in the dark floorboards. I just stand in the room, flustered because of it's beauty.

But the engine of a familiar car snap me out of it. The gravel on the driveway giving away under the tires of the blue cabriolet.

"Shit. He's home."

Bonnie stands up from the couch, straighting the wrinkles in her dress. She walks towards me and gives my hand a small sqeeuze before turning around and walking away to the backdoor.

I was hoping Stefan would have been home before him, to stand by my side, help me stand his fury. He never wanted me to change, wanted me to live my life as a human. And we would see what we'd do when the time would come.

But now I'm standing here, changed, by his brother. His brother's blood running through my veins, making me immortal. And he is on his way, his feet silently moving across the wooden boards in the hallway, the door falling into its lock behind him.

I'm nervous, very nervous. I might be strong and fast now, but he is stronger, faster than I'll ever be. He won't hurt me, I'm sure of that. But he will be angry, he will yell at me. I can handle that from everyone else, not from him.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to calm my nerves. When I open them again, he is in front of me. His face is calm, but his eyes are wide open. The darkness of the blue scares me. I've never seen his eyes so dark...