Crumbling Hearts and Shattered Minds

Chapter 2: Nothing Like Bourbon to Drown Sorrows

Damon's POV

I tried fighting of all the ones who were attacking me. But they were bound around me like a cobra.

I let out a frustrated shout as my hand got caught in the blanket.

Wait.

Blanket?

I slowly stopped fighting as I came to realize that it was only a dream.

Scratch that.

A nightmare.

I threw my head back into the pillow and groaned.

If Stefan was here, I would never hear the end of it.

I flinched once I thought of my brother. These dreams are getting worse. It started off as memories but morphed into a nightmare that haunted my every sleeping moment. The same nightmare over and over. The nightmare that ends with everyone finally realizing how pointless I am and that I'm just waisting their precious time.

Okay. Enough with thoughts.

I untangled myself from the bed sheets and headed down stairs. Nothing like bourbon in the morning to drown sorrows. As I poured my glass, I heard footsteps heading towards the parlor. Towards me. Great.

"Morning little brother. How's the hunting?" I ask with my usual bravado, not turning around.

"Not as good as I could have hoped. You just wake up? Or you just get off on walking around shirtless?" He asked while taking a seat on the couch in front of me.

"Maybe a little of both. How's the girlfriend?" I asked, hoping that pissing him off would hide the fact that I nearly flinched each time he talked.

"It's not like its any of your business, but she's fine." He stated while reclining on the couch.

It became apparent to me that Stefan was in one of his 'not gonna get pissed off at anything Damon does' moods.

Well, new plan, get the hell outta dodge.

I turned on my heal and started up stairs.

"Leaving so soon, big brother?" Stefan asked, unaware of the memories of the nightmare that came flooding back to me.

"Well, I can't stay locked up all day with so little alcohol now can I?" I said. without turning back, I ran full speed up the stairs, got dressed, grabbed my jacket and keys, and was out the door before Stefan could ask anymore questions.

As I got out side, I saw a woman by the woods with her back to me. She was wearing what I know to be 18th century clothing.

I froze completely.

She turned and her long black hair whipped around her, as her blazing blue eyes stared at me.

Then the next moment she was gone.

Mary Salvatore was gone.

I knew I wasn't drunk.

I barely had half a glass. But I was sure that I just saw my dead mother.

After I regained control of my body, I walked to my car and got in.

The last thought that I had before pulling out of the drive way, was that this place is going to be the death of me.

I couldn't have been more right.