Love Sucks - The Vampire Diaries - Damon Salvatore

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Matt came round and picked up the boxes, putting them in his truck and taking Damon and myself to the Salvatore boarding house.

The boarding house? My uncle wrote about it... Christie said stay away from the boarding house. But who's Christie? Why stay away?

We pulled up and each grabbed a box, "I'll show you to one of the spare rooms." Damon smirked as he walked ahead of the two of us.

We walked in and up the stairs, passed a room with its door slightly ajar. I peered in to see Stefan at a desk in his bedroom. It was huge. There was just so much space, bigger than the two bed house my parents left me. Stefan noticed me looking and smiled. I blushed as I continued down the corridor to catch up to the boys.

I entered a lovely room. The four poster bed dominated the room. It was all dark wood along with the desk, dresser and bookshelf.

"You can leave them in here. We don't really use this room" Damon spoke as he placed the box he was carrying on the desk, "if you ever need to know, wardrobe" he pointed to a door to one side, "bathroom." He pointed to the other where I saw an opening in the wall and could just about see the shower. A rainfall shower.

"Wow. This is some spare room." I placed my box on top of Damon's as Matt placed his next to them

"I'll go grab the other boxes" Matt said before walking out the room.

I looked round the room in awe. It was magnificent. There were paintings all around, some looked over 100 years old.

"You can use this room whenever you want." Damon broke me out of my daze. I snapped round to him and frowned, confused, "to look through the boxes." He placed a hand on the boxes

"Right. Thanks" I sighed as I continued to wander round the room looking at everything. It was all just so grand. "How long has this been here? The house I mean."

"Years." Damon sighed and wandered over to me, "we did have another house but it...erm..." he paused as he reached me by the bathroom opening. I looked into his eyes as he spoke, "it was destroyed. So the boarding house was built. Ran as one until the 80s I believe."

"Why did it stop?"

"Wasn't needed. My ..." he paused again before looking deep into my eyes, "ancestors passed and no one was left to run it anyway. My parents weren't around here any more."

"I thought you and Stefan were born in Mystic Falls?" I questioned

"Oh, erm, yeah we... we were. They came back. But a boarding house wasn't needed. So they just took it as their home."

He didn't sound very convincing. "So you've lived here your whole life?"

"No. We moved and recently came back."

"So you won't know what happened here seven years ago then?"

"Why?" Damon frowned just as Matt came through the door

"Don't worry. I've got them all" Matt sighed as he placed another box down on the original three we brought up.

"Sorry Matt. Ill come help." I said, still staring at Damon. We both looked at each other as if we were trying to figure each other out. He was being weird. He knew something.

I pulled myself away from Damon and helped Matt bring up more boxes. He finally joined us when we only had two left.

"That's it. All 25 boxes of our uncles possessions that our mothers didn't throw away." Matt smiled as he placed the last box down.

"Thanks Matt" I gave him a hug before he broke away and went to work.

I looked over all the boxes, unsure if I wanted to go through anymore. But I needed to find out about this Christie...

"So, you were looking to do something?" Damon smirked as I picked up a different journal and flicked through it. I shook my head not really paying attention to what he was saying, "journals? Did your uncle write too?" He picked up another from a box and looked it over.

"Apparently." I started reading one entry but stopped mid-sentence, "wait, too?" I looked up to Damon puzzled by the addition of "too". What did he mean? Did he write in journals? Damon doesn't seem like a heartfelt journal type of bloke...

"Stefan writes every day. And Elena. And Elenas parents used to..." Damon threw the journal back into the box and threw himself into a chair, "seems like most Mystic Falls people like to write."

"You don't." I looked over to him and noticed just how much of him there was. His whole body seemed to flood the room. His energy spread around everything and everyone, making him the centre of attention no matter where he was or who he was with.

"I'm gonna go do something. Please, stay as long as you want." Damon sighed and pushed himself off the chair, "let me know if you need anything." And with that he was gone.

I sat on the bed and flipped through the journals. Not much was said. It was all weird, as if he'd lost his mind. Talking about animal attacks that weren't animal attacks....

"Hey." My head shot up at the sound of Stefans voice. "Can I come in?"

"Of course" I smiled and placed the journal down, "it's your house. I'm just borrowing the room."

He walked in and stood leaning on one of the bed posts, "what are those?" He pointed to the journal I had been reading on top of the ones I had finished.

"My uncles journals." I sighed and grabbed one again, "can I ask you something?" I looked up to him with pleading eyes.

"Anything" he smiled and sat at the end of the end, as far from me as possible.

I took in a deep breath before continuing with my question, "do you believe in the supernatural?"

Stefans eyes narrowed as he stared at me, "the supernatural? What like ghosts and goblins?" He chuckled to himself

"No. As in..." I paused. Even thinking about it sounds mad. He's gonna think I'm crazy, just like my uncle was seen... "vampires?"