crying out for me

Chapter 1

"Bonnie!" Damon yells and she turns with teary eyes. An explosion is sounded around them and he feels the floor shake underneath him and his body getting thrown far away. His body lands with a thud and he's knocked unconscious

Damon wakes up from that memory and looks around. Empty bottles were all around the room and clothes were on the floor. It wasn't like him to leave his room a mess but he couldn't find himself to clean it.

"Something is starting to smell ripe in here" Her angelic voice says. Damon tenses turning to her on his bed and he immediately tenses.

"Your not real" He says through clenched teeth.

She gives him a small smile. "It's not my fault you keep thinking about me" Her body is mimicking his by laying on one side and she has a arm under her head.

Damon sits up and rubs his eyes hard. "This is just your imagination, she'll go away soon"

Long thin fingers grab his wrists and pull them away from his face. He looks at her with wide eyes and she gives him a closed smile. "Don't hide from me Damon"

Her uttering those words made him remember the first time she said them.

Green eyes stare into his blue ones and he finds himself getting self conscious under her gaze. He was always the one to make girls uncomfortable by staring but he never found anyone who could do it to him. Until her. She straddles over him and her breast are sitting up from her bra. One of her hands reach to grab something she placed on his nightstand as she holds his eyes, and it makes him do probably one of the most childish things he's done in the past One-hundred seventy something years he's been alive- he covers his face with one of his large hands.

A giggle leaves her at this and he smiles behind his hand. "Damon" She calls him so he separates his fingers to look at her. A flash is in his eyes and he blinks realizing she took a picture. "Don't hide from me, Damon" Her hand grabs his and she laces their fingers together. He holds her eyes and finds himself nodding. The hold this witch had over him was insane. She smiles showing her teeth and she lets go of his hand taking another picture.

Damon realized he's alone again. A sigh leaves him and he gets out of bed and he crouched down,moving to look at the chest he kept under his large bed. Pulling it out, he opens it and he studied everything inside of it. Memories of their secret moments are all in this chest and it makes him hold his breath as there is a lingering scent of her in it all. His pale hand grabs one of the pictures she took and he sees a small genuine smile on his face. He has a arm behind his head looking up at her and his other one is stretched downward where he knows he was caressing her thigh.

Tap tap

There's a knock at his bedroom door and he hears a dead heartbeat behind it. Putting the chest away, he opens the door and sees Stefan on the other side. He gives his brother a weak smirk .

"What can I do for you this pleasant morning baby brother?" He leans against his door frame and can already sense a strict talk coming towards him.

Stefan frowns looking at his brother smelling the strong alcohol on his breath. It's been like this for days now. Today was her funeral and he thought his brother had a right to know and maybe join them all.

"We're going to Bonnie's funeral today. You wanna come?" It was late winter time. February to be exact and even though it was a short month, it felt like a long one to Damon.

He shakes his head and reaches for a bottle on his dresser. "I'm good here. I don't need to see the same group of people she made sacrifices for over and over again that ended up being the reason she's dead in the first place!" His hand grips the bottle tighter and his brother lets him yell in his face. That's all he's ever been doing lately. Either yelling, drinking, or pushing them away. Everyone else may have accepted Damon pushing them away, but Stefan didn't. He missed the brother that Bonnie changed for the good. Now he was gone under all the anger and pain.