Damon ruffled hair and fiddled with his sleeves whilst walking down the dusty streets of Mystic Falls. He felt suffocated in the silence only broken by broken down cars that rolled by exactly ever 4.35 minutes. He counted. He wanted anything to distract him so he counted. Counted the numbers of cars the zoomed past. Counted the number of streetlamps he had walked under. Counted the amount of mistakes he had made. Counted the number of regrets he had. Counted the many reasons why he shouldn't have done what he was doing.
He was going to break up with Elena. He was going to break Elena's heart. And, he was scared. Not of that, he was scared because he didn't care. He was scared that his soul had turned so black that he had lost all feeling. As he approached Elena's house on foot, he found himself not caring at all. His body posture was nonchalant and his black hair had suddenly become raven, bringing a foreboding trail of mist behind him.
It was a power he often never used, the mist. He had used it once when he first me Elena. Now, he had no use for it. What he did know, now, was that he had no control of the mist and as he stalked onto the porch to ring the doorbell, the smoke surrounded him ominously.
He knocked, waiting by the door, leaning on one of the marble pillars holding up the roof. He chipped a section away and wallowed in how the stone cracked the wooden floor. He hadn't felt this feeling in a long time. Freedom. He no longer cared what people thought of him. No one's thoughts matter anymore- except, Stefan's. Stefan's opinion had always mattered. In fact, he was doing this for Stefan. Maybe that was why he didn't feel so bad. He couldn't blame himself when it was someone else that urged him on. Not that Stefan had urged him on, Damon did that all himself. He felt a failure after failing to break things off last time. Now, now was his time to be himself again.
He was dark, evil, mysterious. He was what he was supposed to be.
The door swung open and Elena stood there, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 'Damon!' She perked up, throwing her hand to her waist. 'What are you doing here?' She smiled and beckoned him inside but he did no such thing. He let one side of his lips quirk up and the mist thicken. Elena gulped timidly and looked downwards.
'You're not Damon.' Damon laughed deafeningly, his arms folded tight yet he looked so relaxed. He looked lazy, lethargic yet if someone were to ask for a fight, he would knock themselves out in seconds. That was the danger of Damon, that was what made people fear him.
'Well, of course, I'm Damon, Elena. I'm just not the one you want.' Damon pouted, a sly smile then returning to his face. Elena looked appalled.
'You're drunk. Go home and come back tomorrow.' She scowled, now annoyed, no hint of her previous ecstasy.
'I will do no such thing. I will, in fact, go home. But, I will not be coming back tomorrow. Or any other time, really. Goodbye, Elena. This is the end.' He said it so bluntly, so uncaringly that Elena thought she would faint- Damon did too.
'No, you love me! You can't just leave me like that.' She sounded like, what Damon would describe as, a raucous swine: desperate and pleading. She thought that their love would be eternal. That eternal love lasted no longer than a week or two, maybe less. Damon never cared for her, only Elena cared in this relationship. Damon had a soft side but he had never shown it to Elena. He had shown her his kind, his constant façade that had held up his reputation throughout the 1800s.
'Yes, I can, Elena.' He went to walk away but a hand was clutched tightly around his arm.
'No, you won't. I broke your brother's heart to be with you. I will not have that be for no reason.' Damon laughed once again, this more menacing than the last.
'Selfish as always. I'm sure my brother's better off without you' he's better off with me. Elena's mouth hung open as she glowered at the man standing at her door. This was not Damon, this was a doppelganger, a glamour or anything of the sort. She just couldn't believe this was Damon.
'You want me to prove it? That it's me.' He asked, practically reading her mind. 'I went out with Caroline for her blood. Or, no, something better- I tried to kill you in the graveyard to get back at my brother.' Damon smiled wickedly before turning on his heel to leave. Elena made no move to stop him. She huddled in the doorway, bringing her knees to her chest and cried. She cried more than she ever had, even with Stefan. Damon had just broken her. Her fragile heart was in pieces and as he left, never to return, she realised she never wanted to love again.
In that moment, Caroline came running down on the stairs to see what the commotion was about but only found Elena sobbing at the door. She hushed her and cradled her in her arms, whispering reassurances in her ear even though she wasn't clear on what had caused this.
'Caroline, you know what we talked about. That thing that I was going to do for Damon. I want to do it. Not for Damon, for me.' Caroline smiled widely and hugged Elena.
'That was what I was waiting to hear. No matter how much I think this is a bad idea if you are doing it for yourself, I'll accept.' Caroline was all too gullible and Elena wanted to laugh. Tonight would be the night. She would finally gain her freedom and she would plot her revenge for her shattered heart. She wanted to be strong but she had given so much to him and she couldn't find it within herself to stop caring. But, this...this would stop her from caring.
She would make Caroline turn her, even if it meant living an eternity in pain. Her judgment was clouded- she no longer cared. She needed strength and this was the way to get it.
word count: 1050
published: 26.03.17
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