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{Can't bring myself to kill you}
You were lying in your bed when you felt it; that sensation that someone was standing over you; watching you, their hands inches away from your neck. It was the same sensation that you had felt every night for the past couple of months, but had shrugged it off every time as your paranoia; the paranoia that stems from being alone all the time.
You opened your eyes to see the figure of a man standing over you, next to your bed. You jump a mile backwards, knocking over the lamp on your bedside table, and throwing a pillow at the strange man in unison.
"Who the hell are you?" You ask, shaking. You noticed the red veins under his eyes, his long teeth at the front of his mouth. "Or what are you? What are you doing in my bedroom?" The man that stood there, remained in the same spot that he had when you'd first noticed him. Your jumpiness had not phased him one little bit.
"How rude of me, (Y/n). I'm Damon." He said, calmly. He dusted his hands off, like he'd finally just finished some previously unfinished business. The red veins under his eyes disappeared in unison with his teeth, as he looked at you. Your eyes remained fixed on him. You refused to be scared of this man. He could not hurt you; you weren't going to let him. "How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot about you. I've been watching you for a while now. I've been coming here every night for the last couple of months." He admitted, edging closer to your bed. "Every night, I've come with the intention of killing you, but when I look at you, I can't bring myself to do it."
"Kill me?" You asked, as you felt your heartbeat increasing in your chest.
"I'm a vampire." He said, picking up a picture frame from your dresser. "Yes, we're real, and Mystic Falls is full of them." He added, not looking at you at all. "Why didn't you?" You asked him, intrigued at the idea that every night, you basically had a near death experience, and didn't even know it. "What?" He asked, as he looked back at you.
"Why did you kill me?" You asked again, somewhat annoyed that he hadn't when he had the chance. "There's just something about you. I see so much beauty, positivity, and hope; I see a future, and a good one at that." You felt emotional as you shook your head.
"You may feel completely alone, and overwhelmed with life, but you have so much potential." Damon, a man that was so convinced he should kill you, held your hand, as a tear rolled down your face. "That's why I didn't, why I couldn't, kill you."
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Ian Somerhalder + Damon Salvatore {Imagines}
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