Post by Enzo on Sept 6, 2014 16:58:12 GMT -6
Whitmore College, Whitmore house, all locations he loathed but despite the fact that he found himself standing down in a basement which had once been his prison. Standing in Damon's old cell he ran his hand over the initials and date, DS, 1958. Closing his eyes it was easy to remember Damon's first day within this cell having been betrayed by someone close to him.
Unlike Damon he'd been betrayed by no one other than his own wound on a battle field. Whitmore had seen him heal and had taken advantage of the situation. A little Vervain and then next thing he knew he was waking up on an exam table in Whitmore House basement with a hand pulling at his kidney.
Though he'd sworn never to return after Damon had given him the antidote along with his freedom here he stood. Was coming back from the Other Side worth it if the only friend he'd ever had was gone forever? He should have waited for Damon but his own sense of survival had taken over. Though he'd wished revenge on the man he hadn't wanted it like that.
The Other Side had fallen and with it his friend, he'd meant for Damon to suffer not be ripped into oblivion. With supernatural speed he was outside of the cell and in the small hall, lifting the solid wood table along with the old radio he'd once listened to and threw them against the cell doors. Wood splintered as he growled every ounce of guilt and pain released in the broken sound of his voice. This couldn't he how it ended how Damon Salvatore was taken forever from this earth.
Remembering the hopeless man who'd lain on the floor refusing to speak was easier than thinking on the friend he'd left in the falling world of the dead. Was the Other Side purgatory or was this? Returning to the world of the living with no home, no friends and no Maggie. Elena lost the man she loved but she had friends as did Stefan, all he had were memories no one person should be left with. The lingering feeling deep within him remained, the itch to flip the switch, the shut off his humanity, it would be easier that way, it was easier before after all. A thought was all it would take and he wouldn't feel, wouldn't care. A simple choice.
Unlike Damon he'd been betrayed by no one other than his own wound on a battle field. Whitmore had seen him heal and had taken advantage of the situation. A little Vervain and then next thing he knew he was waking up on an exam table in Whitmore House basement with a hand pulling at his kidney.
Though he'd sworn never to return after Damon had given him the antidote along with his freedom here he stood. Was coming back from the Other Side worth it if the only friend he'd ever had was gone forever? He should have waited for Damon but his own sense of survival had taken over. Though he'd wished revenge on the man he hadn't wanted it like that.
The Other Side had fallen and with it his friend, he'd meant for Damon to suffer not be ripped into oblivion. With supernatural speed he was outside of the cell and in the small hall, lifting the solid wood table along with the old radio he'd once listened to and threw them against the cell doors. Wood splintered as he growled every ounce of guilt and pain released in the broken sound of his voice. This couldn't he how it ended how Damon Salvatore was taken forever from this earth.
Remembering the hopeless man who'd lain on the floor refusing to speak was easier than thinking on the friend he'd left in the falling world of the dead. Was the Other Side purgatory or was this? Returning to the world of the living with no home, no friends and no Maggie. Elena lost the man she loved but she had friends as did Stefan, all he had were memories no one person should be left with. The lingering feeling deep within him remained, the itch to flip the switch, the shut off his humanity, it would be easier that way, it was easier before after all. A thought was all it would take and he wouldn't feel, wouldn't care. A simple choice.