Love Sucks - The Vampire Diaries - Damon Salvatore

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We all sat around the library in silence. I leaned my head on Damon's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around mine, holding me closer.

"So what do we do now?" Matt asked, sitting opposite us. He was jiggling his foot again, obviously uncomfortable.

I couldn't help but notice it was as Damon and I got close. It hurt that he couldn't be happy for me.... but then again, am I with him because I like him? Or Christie likes him? Everything that has happened since I got here; was it my choice, or hers? Had she made me do everything I thought I had chosen? I didn't know what my choices were any more. I wasn't sure who I was ...

"I need to lie down" I stood up, ready to leave, "carry on and get back to me. I just need to sleep." I walked towards the door but stopped before leaving the room. I looked down at my hand and saw the ring. It shimmered in the evening sun light coming through the slight gap in the curtains. I pulled it off and placed it on the side table before leaving and going to bed.

I lay on the bed and thought about everything that has happened in the past couple of months. Who's to say that everything that has happened since I slipped on that ring was because of Christie? She killed my parents, tried to kill Elena, she hurt Damon... Damon. Do I actually like him? Or is it Christie making me like him? Does he like me, or does he like the Christie side?

"Hey" a soft whisper came from the door, I looked up to see Damon peering round the door.

"Hi" I smiled as I sat up in bed and motioned for him to come over and join in.

Damon didn't waste any time in closing the door and jumping in next to me. He pulled me in to him to rest my head on his shoulder. I felt so safe in that moment, that I was sure I did like him. Would I go as far as....no. No I wouldn't go that far just yet.

"Could stay here all day" Damon whispered close to my ear.

"With me? or with Christie?" I blurted out without really thinking about it.

"With you. I never liked her that way. She was just...fun for a while." Damon sighed and moved so he was facing me, we were now both pretty much lying down next to each other. His face was softer than usual. Somehow, I could see his age across his face. I know he wasn't older than when he died, but somehow his face just looked older. His whole life was written across his face, everything he had been through was there. Every death, killing, love, happiness and sadness.

"How do you carry on?" I asked, running my hand through his hair, "I mean, everything you've been through. Don't you just want to leave it all?"

"Sometimes" Damon's hand reached my thigh as he spoke, "but then sometimes I meet someone who changes my mind. Someone who makes it worth living."

"What will happen when I get old? It would be weird if you were seeing an 80 year old woman." I gently laughed.

Damon smiled at my question, "We'll figure something out. Anyway, you might get bored of me."

"I don't think anyone could be bored around you." I smiled back.

Damon leaned in kissing me gently. His soft lips knowing what to do, as if he was an expert. In kissing, or what I liked? Or both? But me being me, I had to ruin it.

"Can I ask you, how do I know that you like me, and not that Christie side?" I bit my lip unsure if I wanted to know the answer.

"You smell fantastic. It was the first thing that drew me to you" Damon said, nuzzling into my neck kissing it gently. "Then your eyes." he moved away slightly and looked deep into my eyes, "Then your lips." Damon gently caressed my cheek and running a finger over my bottom lip, "I needed to kiss you." he leaned forward, kissing me gently. But only once. "And that was all before you spoke."