A Miracle Unexpected

Chapter 24 - The goodbye

Damon's P.O.V.

I was actually tired. As a vampire, I don't usually get tired. I could walk around for hours and hours as long as I had a bottle of bourbon in my hand. Sleep wasn't something I needed. As I sat at the bar in the Grill, staring at a full glass of bourbon, I realized that I was tired. My body couldn't handle staying up. It didn't crave the familiar taste of my favorite drink. There were two things that it craved and needed: sleep and Elena.

I pushed the glass away and rubbed my hands over my face. Thoughts of Elena and our relationship, if you could even call it that, ran through my head. I still had no idea what we were and it seemed like she didn't either. If neither of us knew, what the hell were we doing?

"Damon Salvatore pushing away a drink. I never thought I'd see the day," I heard someone say behind me. The voice belonged to Alaric, who joined me at the bar.

"Shut up or I may have to kill you...again," I taunted in my usual manner.

"Like I believe that threat anymore. Bottle of Yuengling, please," Alaric ordered a drink as he chuckled at my empty threat.

"Is there any particular reason you're sitting with me?" I asked in a bored voice.

"I was here to pick up some food but then I saw you sitting here looking incredibly glum."

"I'm not glum."

"Could've fooled me," he muttered. He took the bottle from the waitress and took a sip out of it. I watched as he put the bottle down onto the counter and then, he cleared his throat. "Talk to me, Damon."

"Since when are you so damn persistent on figuring out what's wrong with me?" I snapped. This was new for Alaric. Sure we were friends, but he never made it his job to find out what was wrong with me.

"Since the day you told me that Elena, who is almost like a daughter to me in a weird way, is pregnant with your child. What's going on, Damon?"

"I'm tired," I muttered under my breath.

"Tired? Why the hell are you tired? Is everything okay with you and Elena?"

"Everything is just fine."

I looked out the corner of my eye at Alaric. He looked confused. I sighed when I realized I would have to explain more to him. "I don't know what's going on with us."

"Me and you? Well we're friends, unless you see me as more," he smirked.

"Oh don't be such a dick," I rolled my eyes at him.

He started to laugh and took another sip of his beer. "What's going on with you and Elena?" he asked after he calmed himself down.

"I just said I don't know," I groaned. I was beginning to feel more frustrated. I rested my elbows on the bar and slouched down. "She acts different around me."

"Different in a good way or a bad way?"

"I don't know that either," I shook my head slowly. "She could never stand being in the same room as me. I irritated her that much. She would never come to me. It's different now. I find myself spending most of my time with her."

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's pregnant with your baby," Alaric said in a 'it's so obvious' tone.

"So you're saying that once she has this baby, once it's older, things will change?" I looked over at Alaric. "You're saying that she won't be asking me to take her everywhere, to get her food, to stay with her?"

I could see that all that I was saying was throwing Alaric off, leaving him with nothing to say. I pushed the bar stool out and stood up.

"Where are you going?"