Damon X Reader

My only fear..

Now in the rooms of our prison Damon was standing behind me shutting the door. I jumped at the sound and began shivering, I couldn't be strong all the time, exhaustion came over me, I stared out the window it was sunset. The reds in the sky reminded me of the blood in the basement, of Damon being tied up like a pig for slaughter. What I said... guilt, horrible pain filled sickness washed over me.
A gentle touch on my shoulder brought me back only for a moment, it reminded me again my parents, Damon, klaus... my head was spinning. I ran to the en-suite that klaus so boldly proclaimed was all mine, slamming the hard oak door and there everything was brought up. Being sick in my luxury hostage bathroom, not one of the best moments of my life. After everything had settled and I leant against a cabinet and the cold marble floor, I breathed a heavy sigh, this is what my life had turned into, how do I even begin to process any of this.
A small knock on the door, he was still out there.that small part of my heart that was grateful he was here was muted by how selfish I felt for him having to be here with me.
"Y/n?"I stood in front of him, exhausted, I feel small yet I feel fire in my veins that had never been present before, yet as quick as it ignited smoke filled my lungs and I was back to suffocating.
"I'm fine." He followed me with his gaze where I just wandered around the room feeling so small, I feel trapped. I was panicking again, he could sense it, he had a glass of water in his hand as he approached me. I was annoyed he's still here, why is he still here? After everything I've said. Guilt is such a heavy weight of my chest I was finding it hard to meet Damon's tired eyes.
"No you're not—" I could see he was fighting to get me to fully engage. I took the water from his hand grateful for it, but I set it down on the table that was in front of me.
"Thank you..." it was hard to look at him without seeing blood pain or anger but most dominantly confusion. "...Are you okay?" I was concerned for him in a way that was the only clear thought in my head. He laughed, actually laughed at me.
"You're asking me if I'm okay?"He was smirking his classic Damon look that somehow in this moment wasn't annoyed but bitter sweet.
"Yes, I guess I am" Through my tear stained cheeks I smiled, this felt so dream like I was ready to wake up, this lack of control I have was begging to make me even more sick and I don't know how much more I have on me.
"I'm a vampire I've lived through much worse than that." He gently brushed my jaw line with his thumb, the touch was so comforting I wanted it to last forever. I was alive and sparking with life, He lingered too long there, so much that the smoke vanished and the fire returned I felt momentarily like I could breathe. But he walked to the bed and jumped on to it backward resting his head on the pillow. I sighed which I could see him peaking from his eyes to watch me, he gestured for me to join him on the bed, I know I shouldn't but I don't think I can stand much longer.
I was utterly shocked however by that not being the worse, for me that was hell, possibly worse than hell.
"That's not the worse." The shock was as clear as day in my voice and for this his eyes opens and met mine again.
"Tip of the iceberg princess." His laugh was poisoned it was painfully drowning that I couldn't help but join in and lay next to him on the bed. As I sunk into the beautiful crisp linen I couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"Damon... are they really gone?" There was the emptiness again, so dominant now I couldn't shift it.
"Yes. Y/n if there was a way to go back" Damon senses it, why does he notice me so much, I have to look away from his stare, he cares so much about me a person he hardly knows.
"Damon-" I didn't want to talk about this especially with prying eyes and ears.
"You didn't let me finish, if there was I wouldn't change it."i was shocked by him, though in every way possible Damon shocked me. I couldn't argue with him if he had done nothing I'd be six feet under, not daily 600ft above sea level.
"I think I knew secretly deep down, I just never wanted to accept it," I began to cry, a silent hopeless one that caused tears to fall and fall as I stared at the white ceiling above us.
" you are stronger than you know y/n"  I couldn't talk about this not now, not with it being so raw in my mind, the truth is painful, and I think I prefer the rose tinted glasses and false hope that Damon has built for me. Every time I close my eyes all I hear is the heavy rain and Damon's eyes, with my heart pounding, Im trying to block the flood of memory being returned to me. The present is now, and I've hurt the only person left who is willing to help me.
"I'm sorry for what I said. You didn't destroy me, I destroyed myself long before my parents disappeared... died." I turned to face him light in the room was getting darker, so I could barley make out his feature but yet they were defined and I hate to admit it but as beautiful as a fallen angel he laid next to me in silence just being with me. then his soft cherry lips were moving, as much as I wanted to stare more I was tranced and suddenly I was being pulled back.
"You turned around. You're not destroyed, merely like the rest of us s little broken. You're not the only orphan in this room." He winks he whispers so faintly, my heart aches it's soothing despite the dark humour behind it but this is what I needed not those who danced around me scared of saying the wrong thing.
"You were right, I hate to admit it but I don't want normal. Not anymore." I turned on my side to face him as if confirming my decision, Damon was a comfort I needed right now as much as it filled me with guilt I liked having him next to me, it was his strength I need right now. He was noticing me staring and was smirking like a cat who's caught a mouse.
"I knew you couldn't resist my charms-" He half laughs silently, as if he'd snuck into my home and we were trying not to wake my parents, I felt so excited no longer tied to reality when Damon was around especially like this I could be anywhere. I could be happy. But then dread sunk in, clouding my mind what will happen now? To us, to Stefan?
"Damon-" He could sense my dread the minute I turned to no longer face him, I was selfish to think this was the first step in the right direction, For gods sake I'm in a birdcage. I'm trapped here to be a blood-bag with a couple of vampires. I don't think that will ever set into my head as being real. Suddenly my lonely self pondering over my missing parents no longer seems too bad.
" you belong in this world y/n, mundane never suited you." He was facing me as if he could read everything, but everything about him calmed me.
"What is this world Damon?" I was desperate for an answer that would give me comfort that would ignite the fire in time the way Damon's touch does, but I can see in his eyes there's nothing just emptiness.
"I've lived in it for a few centuries now and I still don't have an answer." He was sitting up as if ready to leave but a small part of me knew I'd have to sleep alone. I can do this just with one thought in my mind how do I sleep knowing this is it for the rest of my life.
" so this is it... a human blood bag until my heart gives out." I sarcastically sigh as Damon makes his way to the door, but pauses and looks at me now as if I'm the most precious treasure he has found, I couldn't help but feel that fire crawl up my arms again.
"I won't let that happen." I sigh, he can't protect me like this, would I do the same for him? He shuts the door gently, the fire that was seething through my chest dims. I don't hear his feet moving but I was too tired to even dive deeper into where or if he'll go to his room, or will his shadow linger outside my door all night? Sleep slowly drifted too me in my blood stained clothes and for once I slept without nightmares of my parents but now with the pain of being trapped and cold.