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❝where did she go?❞
DAMON SAT AT THE END OF HIS BED, STARING INTO THE EMPTY FIREPLACE ACROSS HIS ROOM. For weeks, now, his mind had been plagued with thoughts of Rosemary. Her laugh echoed in his mind like a siren's song, her oceanic eyes haunting the reflection of his own icy pools that displayed his misery.
That's all he felt nowadays. The numbness that accompanied the loneliness that he'd been cursed to live all of eternity with. It was like a second skin to him, a blanket that had become comforting in the last few decades of his lonely, lonely life. The blanket that was no longer a blanket, but his very DNA. It had melted into his skin and left him burned and blistered. It had left him scarred.
He was frozen from the inside out, too afraid to touch something in case it might stick to him. He couldn't get attached again, because someone was always waiting in the shadows to take it away from him just like they took her that night.
He'd been in bed, waiting for her to finish bathing across the hall and join him. They'd only been married a few days, but Damon had never been so content with himself or his life. Even with the fear of vampires in Mystic Falls creeping in on their perfect bubble, nothing seemed capable of popping it when she simply looked at him and smiled.
Damon was startled upright when his father burst into his room, furious betrayal clear on the man's aging features.
"Get up, Damon!"
Damon did, ever the doting son. He looked at his father confusedly, following him into the hallway when Giuseppe stormed out. "What's going on, Father?"
"Your wife is a charlatan, Damon! She was a treacherous liar, sent by the devil to poison our family with her sinful ways."
Damon stopped his father, laying a hand on the man's chest in a confrontational manner he'd never faced him with. "Watch how you speak about my wife, Father. She is none of those things."
"Miss Pierce has evidence otherwise."
"Katherine? She's got no idea who Rosemary is, she's barely had a conversation with her!" Damon exclaimed, following after his father with a sigh when he continued to storm towards the front door.
It was then that Damon noticed the group of men huddled outside his house, torches lit, and guns at their sides. Damon felt his heart drop to his stomach and a violent wave of nausea made him rush in front of his father again to stop him. "What have you done?"
Giuseppe shook his head at his eldest son and pushed him out of the way. "I sent my men after your precious wife because she's a vampire, son. She's a demon of the night!"
