Forever Yours - Damon Salvatore

52 - The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get

Silence. It filled the entirety of the Salvatore crypt, making so you could hear the wind outside, and water fall from the old roof. It was like a dream, a dream she'd had over and over again, in those first few months of his death. Only this time, she was wide awake, she wasn't going suddenly wake up.

It was him that broke the overwhelming silence "So what? Gone a couple of months, you two think it's okay to waste a perfectly good bottle of bourbon?" Titling his head back, he took a swig from the bottle, before looking back at them.

"Damon?" Stefan says his name in a soft whisper, while Amelia remained silent and frozen.

"Yep" He answers, popping the p, smiling a little "In the flesh"

"How are we seeing you right now?" The youngest brother asks slowly, unable to to believe what was right in front of him.

Damon took a few steps toward them "Because I'm not dead, guys" He tells them gently, shaking the bourbon bottle "I mean, this stuff's good, but it's not 'I see dead people' good" He jokes "It's a hell of a long story, guys, but... I'm back. I'm back"

His expression turns from joking to serious, now stood right in front of his little brother, who has eyes rimmed with tears. Slowly, Stefan reaches out a hand, and places it on Damon's shoulder. It was like they expected him to disappear. One touch and he'd be gone, and they would realize they'd imagined it all. The bourbon had truly gone to their head.
But, he remained stood their, the corner of his lips slowly turning up into his infamous smile.

With that, Stefan doesn't wait any longer, embracing his brother into a tight hug. He holds Damon tight, the tears finally spilling down his cheeks, as Damon hugs him back just as tightly. "I'm back, Stefan" He assures, his head rested on his brothers shoulder.

When they pulled apart, Amelia watched as both of their eyes fell on hers, Damon's ones staring at her intensely. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come out, only letting out shaky breaths. Their eyes locked on one another, a look of longing on Damon's face.

"Amelia..."

While in the Prison world, he'd imagined this moment on repeat, especially when he found out coming home was possible. He'd thought about holding her again, hugging her, kissing her. Feeling her breath against his skin. Within seconds, it was like this dream was shattered, and he no idea why. As he went to walk toward her, she sped out of the crypt at vampire speed, with tears spilling from her eyes.

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She didn't know why she ran away, it had just happened. Damon coming back, it was all she had wanted for months. Then, in the moment she'd waiting for, she froze then ran. It was like she was scared, yet she didn't know why. All she did know was, until she figured out why, she was going to avoid him like the plague.

She ended up with Caroline, Matt and Alaric, who all had given up questioning her on why she ran, and instead had began to focus on Enzo. Apparently, Enzo had been locked up with Tripp since the swim hole party, and Matt was only now informing them of this.

"Why didn't you tell us Enzo had been locked up this whole time?" Caroline asked, a baffled tone to her voice, as she looked at Matt with folded arms.

"Honestly?" The Donovan boy began "I didn't know anyone was missing him"

"Matt!" The two female vampires snapped, scolding him.

"I'm sorry" He apologized, putting his hands in the air innocently "I was confused about which vampires we like and which ones we don't"

Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head "Great. That's just great. Good job, Matt" She praised mockingly, sarcasm dripping in her tone.