Silversun (1/?)
Title: Silversun
Author: coquilleon
Summary: Damon is sick and tired of Mystic Falls and all it entails. So he leaves to participate in some... introspection. Damon-centric. Damon/OMC, Damon/Elena
Genre: Romance
Rating: MA
Notes: Oh! I cannot give enough thanks to the wonderful persephone_20 . Really, I can't. She's amazing at piecing together my puzzle. ^_^
"You realize this is the... third time I've saved your life now?"
It's these words that do it. It's at these words, in this moment as Elijah walks away that Damon realizes that he needs to get out.
Sitting here, his aching flesh rapidly healing, the bodies of dead werewolves surrounding him, filling his living room, is when the thought hits him like a sledgehammer- he's tired of this.
He's sick and tired of every fucking day being like this.
People probably assume that this is the kind of stuff he lives for- the danger, the killing - but honestly Damon lives for one thing and one thing only - himself. He enjoys being a danger to other people and not having it the other way around. He's got the same philosophy towards killing - sinking one's teeth into yielding flesh and ripping out a throat is always satisfying to the point of indecency, but he'd much rather be the hunter rather than the hunted. This shit, what's going on in Mystic Falls, is not what he signed up for. Werewolves and Originals and Jonathan Gilbert isn't what he came here for and it's sure as hell not going to be the reason why he stays. He misses the days where he was alone and free to do whatever he wanted. The days when he lived in busy cities, and went out every night. He misses picking up a gorgeous little thing, bringing her back to his place, and sucking her dry after she does the same to him.
But now, carefree is the last thing he feels - now he's just sick and tired. He's sick and tired of being a target. He's sick of constantly having to cover the tracks of others and not having enough time to create his own. He's sick and tired of fighting for a girl who won't even fight for herself. But when it comes down to it, he's sick and tired of fighting for a girl who will never love him. A girl who, when it comes down to it, Damon honestly doesn't know why he even cares about anymore.
Elena uses him as muscle - Don't kill my friends Damon, but I need you to take care of a few werewolves with blow torches and stakes. The extent of their interaction these days is her manipulation of him; putting a hand on his arm, asking things of him that she has no right to. Things like begging him to be a better person.
The memory causes Damon to snort bitterly - this request coming from a person who, even though no one else seems to notice, is slowly but surely turning into Katherine. Or maybe even worse than - at least Katherine has a sense of self-preservation, a quality that despite causing him much heartache over the years, he has to grudgingly admire .
Not Elena - she's always itching for her heartbeat to stop. Willing to be a martyr, a concept Damon honestly cannot understand. But hey, she wants to get herself killed, Damon won't stop her. Not anymore. Hell, he's sure he stopped caring long ago, but the killjoy of routine and a twisted sense of obligation had already set in. It'd taken a torture session with a werewolf after his own heart (figuratively and literally) to jolt him back into reality, which is the fact that Mystic Falls isn't reality. At least not his.
Not anymore.
He needs to get the hell out.
Chapter Two
Author: coquilleon
Summary: Damon is sick and tired of Mystic Falls and all it entails. So he leaves to participate in some... introspection. Damon-centric. Damon/OMC, Damon/Elena
Genre: Romance
Rating: MA
Notes: Oh! I cannot give enough thanks to the wonderful persephone_20 . Really, I can't. She's amazing at piecing together my puzzle. ^_^
"You realize this is the... third time I've saved your life now?"
It's these words that do it. It's at these words, in this moment as Elijah walks away that Damon realizes that he needs to get out.
Sitting here, his aching flesh rapidly healing, the bodies of dead werewolves surrounding him, filling his living room, is when the thought hits him like a sledgehammer- he's tired of this.
He's sick and tired of every fucking day being like this.
People probably assume that this is the kind of stuff he lives for- the danger, the killing - but honestly Damon lives for one thing and one thing only - himself. He enjoys being a danger to other people and not having it the other way around. He's got the same philosophy towards killing - sinking one's teeth into yielding flesh and ripping out a throat is always satisfying to the point of indecency, but he'd much rather be the hunter rather than the hunted. This shit, what's going on in Mystic Falls, is not what he signed up for. Werewolves and Originals and Jonathan Gilbert isn't what he came here for and it's sure as hell not going to be the reason why he stays. He misses the days where he was alone and free to do whatever he wanted. The days when he lived in busy cities, and went out every night. He misses picking up a gorgeous little thing, bringing her back to his place, and sucking her dry after she does the same to him.
But now, carefree is the last thing he feels - now he's just sick and tired. He's sick and tired of being a target. He's sick of constantly having to cover the tracks of others and not having enough time to create his own. He's sick and tired of fighting for a girl who won't even fight for herself. But when it comes down to it, he's sick and tired of fighting for a girl who will never love him. A girl who, when it comes down to it, Damon honestly doesn't know why he even cares about anymore.
Elena uses him as muscle - Don't kill my friends Damon, but I need you to take care of a few werewolves with blow torches and stakes. The extent of their interaction these days is her manipulation of him; putting a hand on his arm, asking things of him that she has no right to. Things like begging him to be a better person.
The memory causes Damon to snort bitterly - this request coming from a person who, even though no one else seems to notice, is slowly but surely turning into Katherine. Or maybe even worse than - at least Katherine has a sense of self-preservation, a quality that despite causing him much heartache over the years, he has to grudgingly admire .
Not Elena - she's always itching for her heartbeat to stop. Willing to be a martyr, a concept Damon honestly cannot understand. But hey, she wants to get herself killed, Damon won't stop her. Not anymore. Hell, he's sure he stopped caring long ago, but the killjoy of routine and a twisted sense of obligation had already set in. It'd taken a torture session with a werewolf after his own heart (figuratively and literally) to jolt him back into reality, which is the fact that Mystic Falls isn't reality. At least not his.
Not anymore.
He needs to get the hell out.
Chapter Two