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02/06/2020 04:56 PM 

Runaway

Runaway

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20 May 1863
Just outside of Mystic Falls

A dirty grey cap sat upon a head of chestnut curls.   Icy hues focused straight ahead.  The late spring season of Virginia was not as hot as the summer, but the heat was still present.  The lone Confederate soldier was walking slowly upon a path he’d walked many times when he was but a boy.  The young man was familiar with this path.  He’d used it quite often to get away from a monster in his own home.  His father was prone to massive outbursts of temper and fits of rage especially when he’d been tipping one too many bottles of bourbon.   Each step closer brought thoughts of home to his memory.  Living with that monster who had the unfortunate genetic connection to himself and his younger brother was not going to exactly be happy to see him away from the glorious cause of the Confederacy.   He didn’t care.  His brother needed him.  He needed to be there for him.

Emerging from a bramble of bushes, the young man stepped forward.  The glorious morning sun warmed his flesh.  For a brief moment, Damon Salvatore was surrounded by a warmth that reminded him what it was like to be human again.   He’d been so long at war that feeling like a decent human being was becoming an alien concept to him.  Ahead was that structure he’d known all too well.  The Salvatore Plantation was looming just in front of him.  He was almost there.  “Damon!”

The familiar voice came along with the face of the one person in this entire messed up world he truly cared about was enough to make him drop his bag. Damon ran ahead catching his younger brother Stefan in his arms.  The boys running together was like a massive collision between two forces that no one could ever tear apart.

Damon clung to Stefan as if he’d disappear if he let him go.   “Brother!”  The desperation of Stefan’s last letter had left Damon filled with the desire to go rescue his brother from whatever fate had befallen him.  Damon would have fought Satan himself to get to his brother.   Satan was nothing short of their father who would not be pleased to see Damon here.   The Confederacy was his father’s cause.  It wasn’t Damon’s.   Damon’s cause was being at his brother’s side.  Stefan was the only other one who would ever know the horrors of living with a man named Giuseppe Salvatore.  Their mother knew, but their mother was dead from consumption.  Their mother was free.

Current Day
Mystic Falls

Damon Salvatore had endured many changes since that day in 1863.  Being cursed as a vampire from his dalliances with one Katherine Pierce was the biggest hurdle that he’d had to get past.  The psycho b.itch from hell had seduced both him and his brother.  She’d fed them both her blood so they ended up being vampires themselves.   Damon wanted to die because he’d thought Katherine dead, but his brother and best friend encouraged him to feed.  Here they were over 100 years later.   Katherine was dead, but yet her image lived on in the flesh.

Her name was Elena Gilbert.   Another brunette beauty with brown eyes had bewitched both Salvatore Brothers.   She started off as his brother’s girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it.  He fell in love with her.  Damon loved Elena with all he had.   It was a far different love from what he’d felt for Katherine.  While Katherine’s love was purely physical and seductive, there was much more to that with Elena.  Elena was the sunshine in the bright sky after the rain.   She was the only person in over one hundred years that had actually been able to inspire Damon to be something he’d thought died in 1864.   The thought of living without her was something that Damon just couldn’t comprehend.

It all happened so quickly.  One minute Jo and Alaric were about to say their vows to one another and become shackled in those bonds of holy matrimony.   The next moment, Kai Parker of all people had appeared.  With the knife in hand, Kai had plunged it into the stomach of the would be happy bride.  Jo was dead and the wedding reception was in chaos.

As the best man and Elena the maid of honor, they were close to the scene as it unfolded.   Damon started to zip toward Elena as a blast from Kai’s magic had started to destroy everything around them.   Elena fell to the ground unconscious.   Damon tried desperately to get Elena to wake up by even feeding her his blood since she was human again after taking the cure.   Nothing worked.  Elena was in a magical coma thanks to Kai.   He tied her life to Bonnie’s.   As long as Bonnie was alive, Elena would be sleeping.   It would be in some 60-70 years, then he’d see his soul mate again.   As much as he did like Bonnie, he knew that he couldn’t allow anything to happen to her.   The slight temptation did exist but if something happened to Elena’s best friend and he had a chance to prevent it meant that the one girl that made him a better person would hate him for eternity.   Damon couldn’t live with that.   He also realized he couldn’t live without Elena.

Once he was sure that everyone was in the clear, Damon had made the decision.   He was going to desiccate himself and stay in a coffin right next to Elena for the next however long it took.   The thought of six or seven decades without Elena was just more than he could bear.   This was the only decision he could make.   Once again, Damon Salvatore was running away from his problems.  There was already going to be fallout.   Bonnie had ripped into him for making this decision.  He’d left her a note about it with his mind firmly set on his plan.  She refused to read it.  She made him say it aloud.   He’d not been confronted by Alaric yet who had other things on his mind at this point.  Damon said his goodbyes in that letter to the hunter.

As painful as it was to say goodbye to Bonnie, the worst feeling was going to say goodbye to his brother.   He’d left a note for Stefan to find about his plans.   For now, Damon was in the basement of the boarding house next to an open coffin he planned on sealing himself into for the next 70 years.    Elena’s coffin was already there.   He was standing next to her for just a few more minutes longer.   He hoped beyond hope that Stefan would understand that this was something he had to do.   Unfortunately he knew his brother well enough to know that Stefan was going to be furious.  All Damon could do now was wait.  This was going to be the most epic fight these two brothers ever had.  Damon felt this in his gut.  He was absolutely adamant that this was what he was going to do.   Deep down inside, he knew that if anyone could talk him out of it, it was Stefan.  His brother would undoubtedly insist on it.  Damon was shaking inside.  It was going to hurt like hell no matter what.  He wasn’t sure what would hurt more: emotional pain from the last moments with Stefan or the physical pain from desiccation.  He was surely about to find the answer.

“When people see good, they expect good.”
credit: james kriet

01/27/2020 04:05 PM 

Headcanons

Headcanons

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Reinette : Clarisse du Volde was one of the first vampires Damon ever met while he was still very human.  After being injured on the battlefield in 1863, she was one of the nurses he encountered in a Confederate field hospital.  He was asleep when he heard sounds that frightened him,  paralyzed with fear he opened one eye to see her put a fellow soldier out of his misery because his injuries were so bad.   It didn’t occur to him what she was until they met again in 1920 in Chicago.   Damon was shadowing Ripper Stefan when he saw Risse again in the speakeasy owned by a witch named Gloria.   It was then that Damon and Risse became friends.

Ignacio: While Damon and Enzo were hunting down offerings for the Siren Sibyl, Damon came face to face with Ignacio the first time.   While it would have been easy to just snatch and compel him to be a victim, something about Ignacio made Damon let him go.  Later Damon figured out why he couldn’t turn Ignacio over to the Siren.   It was because Damon saw himself in the other man. This spark created by the encounter with Ignacio gave Damon that first push to actually try to break free from Sibyl’s control.

Ardent: While Enzo and Damon were captured by the Augustines, the two would actually envision themselves in other places to escape the mental torment and the physical torment of the place.   In one of these mental vacations they took, they were inside Enzo’s mind when Enzo taught Damon how to play the guitar.   In another mental vacation, they were in Damon’s mind where Damon showed Enzo his secret love of the writer Edgar Alan Poe.    However after the Augustines cut Damon’s chest open so he could see his own heart beating, he could never read The Tell Tale Heart again and neither could Enzo.

Mary Savarese:  Damon's nickname Ol' Blue comes from Mary because of his blue eyes obviously.  Damon knows that Mary truly admires his car even with all the kidding aside.   What Mary doesn’t know is that if something happens to him and he dies for good, he’s left her his beloved car in his will.    Damon does not have a sister by blood.  He’s got Stefan and an older half brother that died a long time ago.   He considers Mary the closest thing to a sister he’s got.

The Fox:   While Stefan and Lexi went to a Bon Jovi concert in 1987, Damon considered himself a part of the Kiss Army.   Damon actually went to a Kiss concert in 1987 where he compelled himself a backstage pass.  While mingling with the band, he met Eric Carr the band’s drummer at the time.  The two got along so well that Damon actually flipped his humanity switch back on for the first time since 1958.   There was a hunter named John Winchester that was tracking Damon down at the time because of all the terrible things he’d done at the time.  Eric helped Damon escape.   The two became good friends at the time with Damon promising to turn Eric if he ever wanted to live forever.

Inventor: Damon met Nikola Tesla at that speakeasy that Gloria ran in Chicago in the 1920s.  Turns out that Tesla and Damon hit it off brilliantly.   He even helped Damon break into Stefan’s secret apartment in Chicago when Damon was trying to get closer to his brother without being seen.  Having a Ripper for a brother was lousy.   Having Tesla as his first drinking buddy as a vampire made an everlasting impression on the older Salvatore brother.

Good as hell: What Caroline doesn’t know is that Damon did actually meet her in 1994 when she was a toddler.   It was the day of the big solar eclipse.  Stefan had compelled Liz to go away and forget them, but Damon being who he was, went to the Forbes home anyway.   When he saw Caroline in her playpen, he had an attack of conscious and couldn’t do it.  He knew who she was when he came back to Mystic Falls fifteen years later but didn’t say a thing.  He did blame himself for the fact Katherine killed Caroline turning her into a vampire.   Caroline’s blossoming into a stronger person as a vampire meant the world to him.  Damon will never admit it, but he is proud of the woman she became and thinks she’s the best mom he knows 

Hope:    While Damon isn’t exactly fond of the Mikaelsons, he does actually like Hope.   That “hint of the devil” in her eyes (as Klaus put it) also reaches through to Damon.   He calls her Sprite because she’s mischievous and that amuses the hell out of him.   The two of them actually hid the key to Alaric’s liquor cabinet for a whole week.  Best. Prank. Ever.  If anyone ever hurt Hope, then not only did they have to deal with the Mikaelsons, they’d have a very murderous Uncle Damon to deal with in the process too.

Unconditional:   When Josie and Lizzie were kidnapped by Seline, Damon and Sibyl did find them, but Damon stayed close to make sure nothing happened to either kid.  He just let the Sirens think he was on their side when it came to the kids, but neither one was in any sort of danger.  While they were in that hotel waiting for Cade, Damon made goofy faces just to make the twins laugh.   While Lizzie looked at Damon like he had three heads, Josie laughed at him.  That was the day that Damon bonded with Josie.  Damon also was the one whom he shared his “love” for baking over the years.   He made her some of his pancakes when stopping by the School for visits.  When she was old enough she actually baked him some Christmas Cookies.   He considers her a niece even besides the fact that Caroline was his sister in law.   It was more because she is Alaric’s daughter.  

“When people see good, they expect good.”
credit: james kriet

01/13/2020 06:18 PM 

In Search Of...

In Search of…

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“Just turn it off Elena.”   Damon’s own words haunted him.   He lay there in the darkness of his room replaying that scene over and over in his mind.  He cradled her in his arms speaking in a voice that was cracking even more than he’d ever allowed anyone to see him in at least sixty years. Elena Gilbert, the woman who had come between him and his brother, was devastated by the loss of her own brother.  Silas had killed Jeremy who was now a supernatural occurrence himself as one of The Five and wouldn’t be resurrected.   To love someone the way Damon loved Elena changed a man even if he was a vampire.   He hated feeling like this.  Helplessness and Damon Salvatore were not two compatible words.   He hated being at odds with his brother over a woman, even if that woman was Elena.   They were both at odds when it came to Katherine and now here they were over 150 years later with Elena.    Something had to stop.

It wasn’t that Damon didn’t like the little snickerdoodle.  Teaching Jeremy how to fight vampires actually gave him a chance to see that the kid was a lot like Stefan been when he was human.   In some ways, it had been like Damon had gotten his own brother back when nothing could be further from the truth.     Instead now, Elena was without her brother and without a house since she set it on fire with Jeremy’s body on the couch. 

Damon hated all this.  Deep within his own gut, he could feel the violent churning of his stomach. Guilt, anger, love and even hate were all tearing away at what was left of his own soul.   These feelings and emotions that had been brought back to the front by Elena made him weak.   Human Elena had expected him to be good.  Vampire Elena looked at him on that island and fully expected him to take the cure to be human.   Who did she think he was?   Damon was not the type to get married and settle down with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids.   As much as he may have thought he loved Elena, he realized that when it came to sacrificing his immortality for her, he just couldn’t do it.   

Everything was turned on his head when he and Rebekah had found out there was only one dose of the cure.  Damon had no other choice.   He’d decided that if he laid hands on it, he’d give it to Elena.   In the process of giving her that cure, he knew he’d have to let her go.   In his heart of hearts, he’d already let her go the moment he decided he couldn’t give it all up for her.   He had to let her go.  Stefan was right.  The only question that remained was that, did Stefan still love her?  Of course he still loved her.  She had that effect on both of the Salvatore brothers.   Would Stefan however be strong enough to let her go?   There was only one way to find that out for himself.   He had to talk to his brother.

Since the fire at the Gilbert House, Elena was now staying in her own room at the Salvatore Boarding House with both brothers.   Damon had given Elena a wide berth.   He kept himself secluded with a bottle of bourbon.  Bonnie’s offer to drop the veil and bring Alaric back had not gone without notice by the elder Salvatore brother.  It was such a damned temptation, he didn’t know if he could say it was a bad idea even though logic told him that it was.   What did Damon care about mass slaughter of humans in Mystic Falls?  Let Bonnie do whatever.   Damon had a glass of bourbon in his hand raising it to his lips.   Missing Alaric hurt him more than anything he’d ever thought possible.  Stefan had become Klaus’ shadow mostly recently so Damon barely spoke to him anymore.    He tipped his head backward as he threw the bourbon down his throat.

Instead of setting his glass down, he threw it against the wall.   Watching the droplets of the amber fluid that had remained within the crystal race down the wall, Damon realized something else.   He cared about Stefan more than he admitted.  Stefan was his blood.  Stefan knew him when he was human and the sensitive soul he had been when he was human.   Instead of standing by one another and being happily carefree like they had been, everything changed when Katherine Pierce entered their lives.   Murder and Death became who the brothers were now that Katherine had sunk her claws into both of them.

The Founders had moved to rid Mystic Falls of the vampire problem which would include Katherine. Damon risked it all in the process of trying to save Katherine when all it did was cost him his own human life.  After they had failed to save Katherine, the brothers were killed for the first time.  They had been both murdered by their father for their death as a human.  After rising, Stefan had forced him to complete the transition all those years ago when all he wanted to do was die.  Damon had wanted to die because Katherine was gone.   Stefan forced him to live when he should have just died.  For the next fifty  years, Damon tried to understand why Stefan wanted him to complete the transition himself.   The notion of his brother not wanting to be alone was an absolutely incredulous one to him at the time.   Now over one hundred years later, Damon heard his brother say he wanted to be human again.   After saddling him with this curse, Stefan would actually leave him?  Why would he even consider bailing on Damon?  Was it for the love of a woman?   The love of a woman had gotten them into this bloody path all those years ago.  It couldn’t just end this way.

Damon left the library and headed back into the main living room.   He had to have it out with Stefan once and for all.  The Petrova Doppelgangers were nothing but pain and misery for the Salvatore Brothers.   They were smack in the middle of a mess that had been going on for a thousand years involving the Original Family.   Damon snorted as he realized what this was all about all these years.   It was the biggest family feud that the world had ever seen.  Lucky for Damon and his brother, this was a huge part of their immortal lives and hopefully would end soon.

Damon Salvatore just wanted to be left alone with his brother.   He wanted them all to go away.  That wasn’t about to happen any time soon though.  That lingering doubt was nestled in the back of Damon’s mind like a bad penny.  Terrible wasn’t the word for it.  Damn them all.  Maybe he needed to just jet by himself and go where no one knew who the hell he was.   He’d reinvented himself plenty of times over the century he’d been alive.   Could he do it one more time?   Damon shook his head snapping himself out of his inner perspective.   He wasn’t going anywhere without his brother.

“When people see good, they expect good.”
credit: james kriet

12/29/2019 08:57 PM 

Don't Open Your Eyes (TW Suicide)

Don‘t Open Your Eyes

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Nights like these were the worst.  The vast expanse of the empty Boarding House was so damned quiet.   Damon was alone as usual.   Walking through the halls of that place that had been in his family for the majority of the 20th Century, the antiques and the paintings that adorned the hallways always got on his nerves.  It reminded him too much of his father and the entire Salvatore legacy.   He hated remembering things.  Especially, when it reminded him of people that meant nothing to him.    Damn his father.  Damn his older half brother.   His half brother’s offspring had caused him more trouble than it was worth.   Even Stefan was a pain in the a.ss most of the time, but at least Stefan understood some of what it was like to be who he was and what they were.   Stefan knew what kind of a d’ick their father was.

Making his way into the library, Damon pulled out his favorite bottle of bourbon and began to pour.   The presence of others had been something he’d gotten used to over the recent years.  The usual quiet was something he was growing to despise.  He wasn’t a social butterfly anymore.  Maybe, Possibly   Who was he kidding?  Damon was best in a group.  He was in rare form in a group.  His best lines and quips were wasted by himself.   

His mobile rang.   Looking down to see caller ID, he realized that it was one of his sirelings.   Brecc was a hot headed Irishman whom Damon had met in Northern Africa in 1943. He was one of Monty’s boys.   He tapped the screen.  “Brecc, what sort of potato patch did you crawl out of?”

“The one next to th’ bottle of bourbon ya been holdin’ in yer hand for the past 75 years.”   The Irishman sat back in his seat in a study in his family home in Northern Ireland.  “Damon, there’s a problem wit’ the local witch population here in Belfast.  Look’s like it’s headin’ in yer direction in Mystic Falls, Boy-O.”

Damon rolled his eyes.  “When aren’t witches a royal pain in the a.ss?”   Somehow Damon could almost feel a backhanded slap from Bonnie with that remark.   “Thanks for the heads up, Brecc.”  He was about to hang up the phone when he thought better of it.  “Think I can pry your green butt out of Northern Ireland for a week or so?”

“If the price is right.”   He grinned on the other end.  He liked Damon.  When the two of them were in the same room however, it usually meant that there wasn’t enough space for either’s egos.   “Take care of yerself Damon.”  

Damon wanted to argue more with his Sireling, but something caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. The tail of a man’s waistcoat was what he swore he saw.   It looked familiar.   “Yeah, sure.  Later Tater.”   He tapped the screen and sat his phone down on the table next to the bourbon he loved so much.   Damon sat down his half drunk glass beside it.   He decided to walk toward the door to the library.   He could have sworn something was out there.

Standing in the doorway, he faced the empty hallway.   What he’d seen resembled a corner of a jacket that his father used to wear.   Giuseppe Salvatore was dead and buried.   Damon had seen his father’s body after having dug it up recently at the ruins of their old plantation.   He had to be seeing things.   Shaking his head, he walked back toward the inside of the library.   His hand lowered to brush against the glass.   A smell began to fill the air.  It was the smell of an aftershave he had tried long and hard to forget.   “Still the disappointment as you ever were Damon.”   Standing behind him was the disapproving form of his father.  Damon had spent a lifetime trying to life up to the expectation of his father, only falling short every last time.  

A condescending sneer curled his lips.  He went head and pulled up the glass to his lips.  The amber colored liquid blazed a trail down his throat.  “What the hell are YOU doing here?  You sneak by the hellhounds again?”  He muttered with his usual snark at the image of the man who had once meant the world to him.

Giuseppe took a few steps closer to Damon.  “Every day you walk upon this earth as a vampire is an abomination Damon.  Do you not realize how many lives you’ve destroyed and the bodies you’ve left in your wake?  I am ashamed to be your father, Damon.   You are an evil that should have died for good when I shot you with my own gun.   I was prepared to give you and your brother a dignified funeral as heroes of this town, but instead you are monsters!”

Damon’s grip began to tighten on the glass that he held.  He had joined the Confederacy because that was what his father wanted.   He tried to be the dutiful son making appearances where he was supposed to and following the code.   Everyone in public spoke of how Damon was a good son, even after he’d left the Confederacy.   Coming back home to help take care of the plantation and his younger brother Stefan had garnered plenty of attention and respect by the citizens of Mystic Falls.   It still wasn’t good enough for his father.  Nothing was ever good enough for Giuseppe.  Even when they buried his mother, Damon envied her because she got to escape the hell that was life with a tyrant like Giuseppe Salvatore.   “You had to remind me that you killed me and my brother, didn’t you?”   He spoke in cold tones.  Rising anger was evident in voice as well that the cracks that were growing in the glass as he held it.

“I shot your brother, but you killed him.   Your obsession with that vampire led her into feeding you both her blood and becoming.. THIS.”   The Salvatore patriarch motioned toward his son.  “You are a nuisance Damon.  You and your brother would have lived normal lives had you not allowed HER into our house.  Your death and Stefan’s is on your head, not mine. ”   He moved closer to Damon and began to whisper in his son’s ear.  “You know where the vervain is don’t you Son?  It could all be over in just a moment if you slid a few sprigs into your bourbon… or even just break that chair over there you hate so much and run that stake through your heart.  It would atone for what you’ve done.”

Damon squeezed the glass finally until it could no longer stand the force of the pressure, shattering in his hand.  Digits that once held the glass were bloody from the force of the shattered glass.   The remaining liquid splattered all over his hand and on his navy blue shirt.   The anger was almost unbearable, but he was right.  Had it not been for his infatuation for Katherine, both Damon and Stefan himself could have just lived a normal human life.  His gaze focused on that chair that he did hate so much.  He could shatter it in a moment.  A stake to the heart and it would all be over.   The voice of his father was in his ear again.  “Go on Damon.  This is what it will take to win my favor after all these years.”

The sound of his mobile going off again roused him from the presence of his father.   His crystalline hues turned to the screen that lit up with the name of Jeremy Gilbert.   Jeremy was calling him?  How long had it been ringing?   Damon picked it up and tapped the screen.  “Jeremy?  What’s going on?”

“Damon!  Thank God I got through to you!  Where are you?  Are you at the Boarding House?  Elena and I are coming to get you!”   The desperation in the young man’s voice broke through to the vampire listening to him.

Salvatore nodded.  “Yeah, I’m here at the Boarding House.”  He spoke with his voice sounding like he was coming through a fog.   He looked around seeing no sign of his father, but only the broken glass shards laying on the counter and his bloody fingers healing.   What in the hell was going on here?     This had the earmark of some sort of witchy happenings.

This definitely was not good.



“When people see good, they expect good.”
credit: james kriet

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