Friday Night Bites

Damon watches her chest rise and fall with each restful breath. The sleep that claims her has erased all the angry lines on her face that lately have always been present in his company. He realizes that this is the first time he has ever seen her like this, so peaceful. Just watching her lie there on the bed brings out the urge to stifle out that innocent vulnerability.

He could do it, he thinks, and his eyes grow dark as he toys with the idea. But the moment is as fleeting as his desire to kill her and the idea is discarded.

Not yet anyway, he tells himself. Because somewhere there's a part of him that doesn't want to kill her. She is so beautiful, he thinks. So exactly like Katherine that it's almost like she's here. Alive. Breathing... Human.

Except he had never known Katherine while she was human and this realization bothers him. He fancied himself as someone who knew everything there was to know about her and yet here he was, wondering what sort of human she would have been.

Absently he traces his fingers gently down the sleeping girl's face, because in his mind she has become Katherine. (Because she looks exactly like Katherine.)

Somewhere in his chest it hurts. Something hurts, but he doesn't want to think about what it might be.

He knows he really should listen to his own advice; that he really needs to let the past go. But those words to Stefan were just that, words.

Deep down he knows he hasn't gotten over it and wonders if he ever would. It angers him that Stefan sees this, angers him that Stefan also seems to have moved on (even if she looks exactly like Katherine).

Because Stefan is right, he still loves her.

Thinking of these things only darkens his mood and he feels his anger surge as he stares at the girl on the bed.

He's always been angry, but now he's angry at his own weakness and it throws him. Because after all these years, if Damon's learnt anything it's that it's easier to be angry than to remain torn up in grief, easier to make Stefan's life a living hell than to forgive him.

And so as he watches her sleep, he remains angry at himself for allowing this fragile woman child to hold something over him.

(Just because she looks exactly like Katherine.)