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1x14 Chapter Thirteen: Fool Me Once ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
To Damon Salvatore, the people he's met in his long life are divided into two categories. On one hand, was the common category; the place where Damon sees them as nothing less than food and entertainment — granted the whole population of Mystic Falls is in that common area. But on the other hand, there are a select few that get to see past all the smirks, jokes, and facades Damon keeps up to hide his true intentions. And somehow those select few could always tell that he was lying, pretending or acting, proving that they actually listen and care about the eldest Salvatore. And those select few were called something else. They were called something that perfectly fit them, and made complete sense to Damon.
Those select few were called allies — or at least that's what Damon assumed they were; simply just allies, nothing less and nothing more.
Which would explain why he felt hurt by Stefan's betrayal. Not because he was his younger brother, but because he was simply a useful ally to have. Yes, that was it, nothing more. It would also explain why he felt anxious when Lucy got shot by Logan. It was all because of Damon's plan to protect his useful allies for his future needs.
Nothing more.
So, of course Damon would carry her to the hospital in a hurry and wait outside the room. And when the doctor said that Lucy was fine, a huge weight fell from his shoulders. Obviously because he didn't want to lose his ally — and her powers too, of course.
And of course Damon would take the time to buy a phone for her just so he could know if Lucy was ever in danger. He would even purposefully include Lucy in his plans, all so she wouldn't be alone. Plus the fact that she couldn't heal from vampire blood only added onto to Damon's problems.
But that all was obviously just simple precautions he took to keep his allies close. No other intentions were hidden there.
Yet here he was. The great Damon Salvatore, pacing around his living room, waiting, and checking his phone. All because Lucy decided to annoy him with a random phone call in the middle of the night. Causing a feeling of dread to enter his system, and for the first time, Damon didn't know if ally was a right word to describe Lucy or Stefan.
An ally wouldn't cause him to buy a phone or rush them to a hospital and wait outside. An ally wouldn't make him hesitate on killing them. An ally, would not fill Damon with worry the moment he'd hear their scared and shaky voice asking for help through the phone. And an ally would definitely not make Damon pace around the room in panic the minute that phone call would end. Yet here he was, doing just that.
