Hey everyone. Okay so I know I have another story that I'm not quite done with yet but I'm having a case of writer's block with that one lol. I suddenly got the inspiration to write this one instead. I won't be adding any more to it but I hope you guys like it I'll be finishing up the Brazil one too and hopefully soon! Love, Bamonlove

It's already dark outside and the only sound I can hear is my footsteps on my living room floor. My dad has already left for his business trip in Maryland and I spot the usual place where he leaves me money to cover me while he's away. I collapse onto the couch, still unsure of what happened tonight. All I can see when I close my eyes is Damon, coming at me with complete anger in his eyes and snatching Katherine so that she no longer had a hold of me. He had pinned her to a tree and had his hand at her neck and a stake in his hand. I could see, even from where I was, that he was having a difficult time deciding what to do.

"Damon just do it!" shouted Stefan from behind me.

Damon didn't take his eyes off Katherine and didn't react to Stefan, almost as if he hadn't even heard his brother.

"Yes do it Damon," purred Katherine, smiling mischievously. "Go ahead and kill the only woman you've ever loved."

"Shut up," he snapped, pushing her up harder against the tree. "Shut the hell up."

I could see his hand shaking and I began to wonder why it was Katherine had so much control over Damon. No one controlled Damon or told him what to do or preached to him about right and wrong and yet, a few words from this woman and she had him losing his mind.

"Damon," called Elena, tears in her eyes.

"I said shut up!" he shouted, glancing at Elena with burning hate that was meant for Katherine.

"Damon," said Katherine, putting her hand on his cheek. "Sweetheart you don't want to kill me. I'm all you have."

"That's not true," said Stefan, stepping closer. "It's not."

"Of course it's true," scoffed Katherine. "You really think Stefan cares about you? Given the choice he would gladly choose Elena over you and she'd do the same with Stefan."

I had finally had enough. I felt Damon's resolve become shaky and I knew I had to do something.

Damon she's manipulating you, I thought. She doesn't care about you. As soon as you let her go she will only wreak more havoc and leave you again. She doesn't really love you.

It could be different this time, came his voice.

But it isn't, I replied. She's never going to change . You've changed. You're not the same person you used to be. You're better than her, you deserve better.

"You really think that bitch of a witch cares for you?" asked Katherine, noticing what was happening between Bonnie and Damon. "She doesn't. We can get out of here Damon. These people are nothing to you. We'll runaway together and forget them all. Let someone else get a hold of them."

For a moment I thought he would go for it and take off with her. I could see by the looks on Stefan and Elena's faces that they felt the same way. We all seemed to simultaneously hold our breath, waiting to see what Damon would do.

Suddenly, as if he'd been wanting to surprise everyone, he plunged the stake deep into Katherine's heart and her previously smug face became twisted with pain. A noise escaped her throat, as if her lungs were closing up and she looked down at her chest and back at Damon, shocked.

"Damon," she whispered, before sliding down to the floor and falling on her back.

I could barely take my eyes off her but I knew I had to see the look on Damon's face, if only to figure out what he was feeling. I expected to see tears or anger or shock or some other emotion but instead his face was stoic and blank, the ultimate poker face. He looked down at Katherine as if she were some gravestone he was reading or an exhibit at a museum that he had no interest in.

"Damon," called Stefan, walking toward his brother.

Damon suddenly took off before anyone could get him and I was left searching for him with my eyes but he was long gone.

Now, sitting at home I found myself worrying about him. I knew my worrying was pointless since he was an old vampire who had more than enough strength to take care of himself. But I was more worried about his emotional state than his physical one. In the time I'd gotten to know him I learned that although he could be logical most times, Damon was a creature of emotion. Everything he did was in one way or another related to how he felt.

An abrupt knock on my door makes me jump. I realize I have been sitting in the dark the whole time and make my way from the living room to the front door. My heart begins to pound and I know exactly why.

He's standing very still in front of my door and avoids eye contact. His hair is disheveled and he looks weak, something I'd never seen from him before. Finally, after what seems like many long moments, he looks up at me. I have inhale sharply because of the sadness and hopelessness in his deep blue eyes. He looks at me for a few seconds, as if he wants me to process everything he feels with just a look so that he won't have to talk about it.

"Come in," I say, stepping aside for him.

He walks in slowly, as if at any moment I'll change my mind and kick him out.

"I've been uh, going over everything that happened tonight in my head," he says, walking around my living room as if he is searching for something but doesn't know what. "I've been thinking about it over and over and over again and it still doesn't make sense."

I stand at the entrance of the living room, wanting to give him space if he needs it.

"You did the right thing," I say, softly. "She would've just gone one hurting and killing more people."

Damon nods but I know none of this means anything to him.

"She could never love you Damon," I say, this time with more conviction. "Not truly."

"And you see I know that," he says, smiling bitterly. "And it doesn't help one bit."

At this point I don't know what else I could say that might make him feel better. I won't dare search his mind because he is already being honest with me.

"Do you want to be with her?" I finally ask, the curiosity eating away at me.

He looks up at me in surprise, as if no one has ever asked him this. He holds my gaze for a few seconds before looking away.

"No," he admits. "I guess I just wanted her to want me."

He picks up a picture frame with a picture of me and my grams. It was my tenth birthday and she had bought me a tiara and sparkly pink dress to wear in celebration. He looks over it, as if he's analyzing it and looking for a clue.

"I really am sorry," he murmurs, still looking at the picture.

"I know," I say, just as softly. I begin to walk toward him, slowly as if I'm approaching a scared kitten; a scared kitten who could tear my head off.

Soon enough I'm close enough to him to feel the coldness that was constantly emanating from his body. We both just stand there, contemplating all the loss we'd experienced, all the people we'd loved, all the things that could've been and all the things that should be.

I feel him shift just a little but I don't look up. I keep looking at the pictures in front of me, trying to figure out how things had gotten so messed up. I can see from the corner of my eye that he is turning toward me slightly and when I look up at him, his eyes are on mine. I think he's never going to come closer but he finally grabs my face gently with both hands and puts his lips on mine. The kiss starts out timid and gentle, as if he's unsure whether I will kiss him back. When I do, he becomes more confident and it turns passionate and eager, as if at any moment I'll be snatched away. He kisses me for a while before I have to pull away a little to get some air. When I pull away he comes closer and tries to kiss me again.

"I need to catch my breath," I admit, putting a hand on my forehead.

"Right," he says, smiling slightly. "Forgot that humans need to breathe."

I laugh, which catches me off guard. I look back up at Damon and see that the sadness that has been in his eyes earlier is now replaced with curiosity and restlessness.

I don't know what to do now. I never saw this coming and I begin to go over all the awful things Damon ha s done. I try to conjure all the hate and distrust I'd felt for him just a while ago but nothing happens and it's as if the only thing I know about Damon right then and there is that I want to be with him.

I put my hand on his cheek and he doesn't move but just keeps looking at me, his blue eyes filled with something I can't quite recognize.

He leans forward again and puts his hands on the lower part of my back and kisses me again, this time with the confidence that I'll kiss him back.