Simon

The decision

I just sat there, I couldn't get that poor girl out of my mind. I've slaughtered people in the worse possible way, but this girl is just stuck with me. Damon was acting like nothing happened, he didn't even mention the girl; I was hoping he forgot. I kinda felt a relief go over, if he forgot we can spare that poor girl her life and move on with ours.  Than all hope fell when I saw Damon standing there with a knife.
Come on let's go. He said motioning me forward.
Where are we going? I was hesitant to ask since I knew the answer.
Where do you think? That bitches house. We are going to kill her and move on.
My throat went dry, images of Clara flooded my brain. I couldn't let her die, she looked too much like my baby. I can't let it happen again.
Damon wait. I had to come up with an excuse fast.
What is it this time?
I swallowed hard, why not just torture her for awhile? You know get all the fun we can out of her; you know if she is dead we will have to find a new one.
Damon exhaled loudly, yeah you're right..
He dropped his knife and walked away from it. I felt the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders.
Oh yeah I forgot. Damon reach down with the most caution I've ever seen him use, he picked up his black bag and slowly unzip the small front pocket. He had the look of someone dealing with a deadly chemical, instead on a long string he pulled out a cross.
I backed away quickly, Damon what the hell are you doing with that!?
He smirked, it was on that girls neck, it fell off after our little attack, so I figured why not take it.
I just stood there, I know the pain crosses can inflict on us, but it's her property. All I could think is to give it back to her no matter the pain.
Damon I have an odd request.
He just looked up, yeah what is it?
Give me the cross. I reach out my hand bracing myself for the pain I was about to endure.
He had a puzzled look, why exactly do you want this?
I had to think up a quick lie, well umm you know I'll give her that as a peace offering to draw her in a false sense of security, and than go in for the kill.
Damon just grinned, okay buddy as you wish.
He walked over and dropped the cross in my open hand. My flesh began to burn, the pain was nearly unbearable; but I pushed through it and wrapped the cross in cloth and put in my pocket. I looked down at my hand, it had a huge bleeding burn in it.  The only thing that can hurt us is holy objects, so why am I doing this to myself? All I can think of is you do for family.