Tangled Fate

The Sacrifice

March 28, 2010

Dear diary,

It's late but I couldn't sleep. I don't seem to need as much sleep as I used to.

I know it's been a very long time since I've written and I'm sorry about that but a lot of things have been going on. I know that doesn't sound like an excuse, rather it's the reason why I write here in the first place. To let it out. But like I said a lot of things have been happening, for too many things for me to write about them. Because when I write I don't know where to start. That simple.

Let's start with my new relationship...

I'd be lying if I said it was my intent to fall in love with Damon Salvatore. Even in the beginning, I felt an attraction which I tried to dismiss. But Damon's voice shaped perfect words, wrapped up in his deep, husky voice. I was fascinated, intimidate. Under the scrutinising glare of his watchful eyes. They saw everything.

He's dangerous. And I know that. I know all of what he's effortlessly capable of. He's a murderer. A fact which used to make me tremble, but now it's to summon any fear at all. He is what he is. And I know he would never hurt me, could never allow himself to. And I embrace him every time he walks through the door, all of him, because I love him. It doesn't make any sense, but I'm gradually learning life doesn't make sense. I don't want normal. I don't want the expected. Diary, all I want is him.

It's never going to be easy, but this what I've chosen. I've chosen Damon, because I know there's something inside of him worth hanging onto.

Onto other news...

The oldest vampire in history is after my sister and I. He wants to break the sun and the moon curse that will unlock his werewolf side. In order to do so - he needs to drink every last drop of blood from our bodies in order to succeed. My only option is to turn into a vampire and be on the run forever or hand myself over.

Nothing feels the same anymore. When will it end? I long for the days when Katherine and Vivienne were our biggest worry, but then that all came back down to Klaus anyway.

Louise stopped writing, closed her diary before she popped it on the bedside table. Her gaze fell to the empty spot next to her where Damon should be sleeping. Gently, she moved off the bed. Stark naked, she threw on a clean set of Damon's boxers and his shirt. She stared out the window. The sun was beginning to rise, putting the world in an orange light.

A few weeks ago, Louise barely ever saw the sun rise; now it was becoming a common thing, a morning ritual. She had gotten into the habit of rising when the sun did. Since she dont get any sleep until two or on a good night three, she often went home and had afternoon naps. Damon was concerned and Jenna believed she was coming down with the flu and shoved vitamins down her throat. Louise didn't have the courage to tell her that the flu was the least of her worries.

The brunette wrapped her arms around herself as she shuffled down the stairs. The Salvatore boarding house was eerily quiet. A sweet smile crossed her lips once she spotted Damon with his nose between the pages of a book. A crystal glass of bourbon rested against his forehead. The amber flames from the fireplace crackled and danced across the walls of the parlour.

"He reads." Louise mused as he watched her boyfriend down the rest of his bourbon.

He met her chocolate brown eyes as she took a seat beside him, legs tucked under herself and her knees rested on his leg. "Aren't you suppose to be sleeping or at least resting..." He closed the book, taking in her nearly naked frame.

"I was, until I realised you weren't there. I didn't even hear you get up." Her eyes wondering over his face as she tried to read him before she focused on his eyes once again. "I know you aren't one for sleep, Damon, but you haven't closed your eyes for more than twenty-minutes in the past two days." She shook her head. "It's not healthy."