Blood flowed down my throat as I drained this pathetic human’s life away. I felt no remorse or guilt when she begged for her life, why should I suffer with thirst while she happily lived her life? Humans had no reason.
I listened as her heart beat its last and finished the last of her blood, no real satisfaction there. I disposed of the empty body and left. Once again Stephan was waiting for me when I walked through the door, the same speech I had heard every night prepared.
"Damon, when are you going to let it go? It’s been three years, she is gone. You killing innocent people won’t change that."
Stephan was still the same naive human loving vampire. Well almost, Elena was no longer human. She was changed not long after... she was changed a while ago. We didn’t really talk about Elena’s 'death' all there was to know is; she is a vampire.
Another kick in the chest, my little brother gets to keep his precious girlfriend for eternity... charming.
Me on the other hand, I would go around finding human girls to compel, feed on and then eventually kill. It was the circle of life, life was cruel.
"Look Stephan, as much as I’d love to say I care... actually, scratch that, I don’t want to say that." I said, pouring myself some scotch.
"When did you become such a heartless monster?"
That was a new one. I turned to look at him, a serious look on my face.
"The day I died." I walked to my bedroom, opened the window, turned into a crow and took off. When I said the day I died, I didn’t mean the day I turned into a vampire, I meant the day I read her letter.
I flew to her dads’ house; I did this almost every night.
I didn’t do it because I longed to see her red hair hanging over the back of the sofa as she watched tv, or to hear her laugh with her dad, I did this because it reminded me that she was gone, and she had hurt more than just me, she left her dad too, which always helped me cope with the fact that she would leave.
I watched her dad amble around the house, looking for odd things to do, he was always so lost. A small part of me felt sorry for him, the other part of me wanted to rip him to shreds; he was human, a waste of time and space.
Then he did something I hadn’t seen him do before, he went up the stairs and went into her old room.
I quickly flew up to her balcony.
He walked over to her dresser and ran his hand over it, turned the light on in her bathroom then sat on her bed. He just sat there in silence, and then he started to shake, bursting into painful tears.
He missed her. It hurt him. How could she be so evil?
That thought burned me, she wasn’t evil. I hated thinking that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t think badly of her. I knew I had to do something, seeing her dad like this actually hurt me...
I flew down to the front porch and changed back, I knocked on the door. I listened to him jump at the noise, sniff a bit, clear his throat and come down the stairs. He opened the door.
"Damon?" He remembered me, I hadn’t seen him since the night I discovered the sun crystal.
"Hello Chris. It’s been a while." I said back, unsure of the conversation.
"Come in." He stammered. He let me in and I led him to the living room, sitting myself down on the couch... it still had a faint scent of her.
"What brings you here?" He asked me, sitting across from me in his arm chair.
