Guiding Light | eldestsalvatore
Cause the Sun is low,
And I yet have still so far to go,
My lonely heart is beating so,
Tired of the wonder.
For once her heels had no sound as they lead her to his room. It was as if they’d become hollow losing all ground to stand on though she wouldn’t let anyone else know. Thankfully the house had been emptied figuring that the Scooby gang was out trying to find a magic loop hole to undo what had happened.
“Will you miss me while off defending the south?" Katherine asked sincerely though her tone had masked the sentiment behind a smooth sultry tone that could have easily been mistaken for lust. Confident or not she needed to hear it, the genuine love that was so easily detected in his voice each time he spoke of her, it was so endearing.
”I shall." Damon whispered back.
”Then I hope you will hurry back, I fear I will be lonely with you away."
Her fingertips trailing along the edge of his bed, each step she takes falling shorter and shorter to his side. Damon had caught her dressing in front of her vanity mirror, sensing his presence without hearing his footstep. His heartbeat would have been a dead give away but instead it was nothing more than a distraction as it played her favorite melody. When she called for him he came, willingly… eagerly. His touch caressing her the soft skin of her back so tenderly, gently, passionately. Even for a vampire she’d fallen weak and hated the feeling. Being on the run for so long she hadn’t expected to be left so vulnerable and open but she was. Katherines body fell back against his chest her head resting along his shoulder, so so close to his heart, the melody louder than it had been before and causing her eyes to close slowly.. indulging herself in the rhythm she swore matched her own when she had a heartbeat of her own.
Clear in her features she had felt his lost, the loneliness of his absence had in fact impacted her though no one would believe it if they’d seen. Taking a quick glance behind her she listens closely to the silence that stilled the mansion. Still no one had returned and no one would interrupt her in her moment of wanting closure, though still not accepting the loss. She couldn’t.. and wouldn’t. Accepting the loss meant she would never see him again and that was something Katherine couldn’t face. Even in her own death they both couldn’t bring themselves to say goodbye. ” It looks like you’re in hell without me, Damon, but this isn’t goodbye. ” Katherine mutters quietly, pain and regret evident in her tone. Oh how she missed his banter. His snide commentary that was obviously a defense, a shallow one but a defense nonetheless, each insult masking the fact that the two would always have an undying love that couldn’t be denied. She missed him…
“I’ll forget the last 145 years I’ve spent missing you. I’ll forget how much I loved you. I’ll forget everything and we can start over. This could be our defining moment see because we have the time. That’s the beauty of eternity. I just need the truth, just once."
“Stop. I already know your question.. and it’s answer. The truth is I never loved you, Damon, it was always Stefan.”
Lies upon lies, so much so that she had started to believe them herself. It was what was best for her at the time. Just like Damon Katherine had come to Mystic Falls with a single purpose and that was to get the moonstone so she could return it to Niklaus as a bargain for her freedom, believing it was the only way to break the curse and allow him to become the first hybrid. Damon would have gotten in the way, a casualty that she didn’t want to risk for fear that he would get killed trying to save her. ‘I didn’t let love get in the way.' Still the pain in his eyes from that night had been so much more than haunting. ” Humanity is a vampires greatest weakness. No matter how easy it is to turn it off- it just keeps fighting it’s way back in. Sometimes I let it.. but you already knew that didn’t you, Damon? “
There’s a sign ahead,
Though I think it’s the same one again,
But I’m thinking ‘bout my only friend,
So I find my way home.
Truthfully, Damon had been the only one to fully know her, in ways that no one else had. Katherine didn’t have to hide behind a facade, she could bare all and be just what she had become with Damon. He accepted her, loved her for all that she was and would be. That love being more real than anything she’d felt in 500 years. Doppelganger fate and all. So lost in thought, reminiscing of him and the times they had once shared, finding herself at his desk where her picture had once laid out for display. ” Why must you run from me? Because I know you will chase. ” Katherine recites aloud, her gaze finally lifting to glance painfully around the empty room. ” Then let me chase you forever. It will be our little secret.. I promise. ” It’s almost as if she’s searching for a sign of him, anything to cling onto the hope that she’ll get him back. ” 'I'm not a hero Damon, I don't do good. It's not in me but somewhere along the way, I decided that you were worth saving.' I’ve been running for 500 years, worn out so many good heels… all with the reward of knowing I have people looking out for me. It was real for me. Too little or too late, I loved you, Damon, and deep down inside I know there’s still something that lingers for me. We will be together again because I’m going to be the one who brings you back.. ”
When the Grim Reaper had made its final appearance to Damon Salvatore he had accepted it knowing that this time there was no way out of it. For the first time in a long time since his human life Damon had accepted that he was going to die, and this time around it would end up meaning something, because he had died to protect the ones he had grown to care for. Had it hurt saying goodbye to Elena? Like hell it did in the worst way possible, but he had accepted it because even through his cruelty somewhere in time life had granted him the honor of being loved by Elena Gilbert, and that was something he’d take with him even past death.
Standing deep into the woods side by side with Bonnie he had allowed her to reach for his hand, their fingers lacing together and he actually found himself grateful to her. For a brief moment he had glanced her way guilt creeping up inside of him at the fact that she was here too. After everything she had done and sacrificed she was here facing the unknown with Damon.
Do you think it’s going to hurt
Yes, he had wanted to answer, but truthfully speaking he didn’t give a damn about the bright vortex now showcasing itself. The part that was going to hurt was leaving the ones he loved behind.
The sentence going unfinished as both had been suddenly ripped right from off the ground and thrown into the oh so very intimidating vortex of what he liked to call doom. Just as fast as they had been sucked in they had been thrown out landing in what he deemed a different realm entirely. After rushing to Bonnie’s side and helping her up they cast their attention towards their surroundings, Damon’s brows furrowing in confusion figuring with the other side now obliterated they would have just turned to dust, and be gone. Great he had muttered realizing that now he’d have to live with the ache and longing to return back home, not only that but he and Bonnie would have to make due at wherever they were. Trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel it could be worse….sure we don’t exactly know where we are, but we’re already dead so what’s the worst that can happen he supplied with a smirk, but the smirk not fully reaching his eyes even as he tried to reassure them both they’d be okay.
“You need to stop doing that”
“Stop doing what” he nonchalantly asks as his hands remained braced holding the cell bars, his gaze cast towards the floor.
“Stop pouting…..stop thinking of what you left behind and longing to return to it because it’s not going to happen.”
The statement a slap in the face as he lifts his head his brilliant baby blue now dangerous as he releases a low growl “it’s bad enough I’m in hell” scoffing “or close to it….and separated from the person I travel here with…..having to be locked next to you so please drop the Debby Downer attitude it’s dare I say depressing?”
“I’m just stating the facts Damon, we’ve been imprisoned here for two weeks now and nothing has changed.”
“I know Isobel” he says through gritted teeth as his grip on the bars increase “but there is this little thing I like to call hope….you sure you’re Elena’s mother” shaking his head “not really seeing the whole like mother like daughter similarities….I’d say Katherine but” smirks slightly “with the whole age difference it makes it an unbelievable story.”
“Katherine” this time the female growling “don’t bring up her name” she warns.
A rich chuckle slipping past his lips trying to find a hint of lightness to this dark situation “still bitter she was able to pass through Bon, Bon before you” he asks with an arched brow “not all that surprised…what Katherine wants Katherine gets….if anyone wanted back to the world of the living I’d place all the bets on Kit Kat.”
“So while we rot in this misery of hell she’s back on earth getting exactly what she wanted” bitterness clear in her tone “probably tending to Stefan hoping to move in and use your death to her advantage” she says, but Damon remains silent. Any other time he would have agreed but recently something had changed such a view. Damon wasn’t sure if it was a draw back or perks but sometimes if someone was thinking of him he could feel it, and if he concentrated enough he could appear beside them. Of course they wouldn’t see him, it was the first thing he had tried with Baby Gilbert, but with the other side gone there was no need for Ghost Whisperers anymore. Damon had made his rounds visiting with those he cared about, but mostly his time was spent watching Elena or Stefan, before Damon had been captured and thrown into this cell the last person that he had visited surprisingly had been Katherine, and what he had walked in on still hadn’t exactly sunk in yet.
A sense of warmth should have spread through him the second he appeared inside the Boarding House but instead it was only dread because he knew Elena, Stefan and any other vampire wouldn’t be able to enter yet until the pesky traveler’s spell was undone. At first Damon had thought he had done something wrong, traveled to the wrong destination seeing as he had been greeted to an empty house, but a second later he heard footsteps, recognizing them coming from his bedroom. Brows furrowing in confusion but then pushing himself to walk down the private corridor leading up the stairs and towards his wing of the house.
It looks like you’re in hell without me, Damon, but this isn’t goodbye.
Halting his steps as he hears a more than familiar voice, and in less than a second he appears in his bedroom “Katherine” a hint of annoyance in his tone, but confusion on his expression wondering what the hell she’s doing here. Steely blues remaining trained on her as she walks around his room and what he assumes to be surveying it “my baby bro might have been your first choice” he begins his words going unheard “but it’s safe to assume bathroom wise I win” he says with a slight chuckle “guessing you’re taking advantage of the fact that the Justice League of Idiots can’t return so you’re staking your claim on the house” seeing as that seems to be the only logical explanation that he can come up with.
Why must you run from me? Because I know you will chase.
One hundred and forty five years, over a century passed and the second she uttered such words he was brought straight back into the past. The night that he had proven to her his love and devotion by taking part in feeding on their own victim and then having her finally see him as worthy of being able to feed on her blood. Damon had recalled that night perfectly; finally she was giving him exactly what he wanted, eternity and a life with her. The blood hadn’t disgusted him, if anything the sweet ambrosia had been his sirens call in helping him get closer to Katherine, oh what a damn fool he had been, if only he had known the truth behind her words.
“Mocking the dead” scoffing slightly “that’s a sign of poor manners, besides I think you threw in my face countless times of how I was a stupid fool for loving you…let alone how I wasn’t even good enough to be loved by you” trying to ignore the bitterness in his voice, even after all these years past wounds still fresh as ever.
'I'm not a hero Damon, I don't do good. It's not in me but somewhere along the way, I decided that you were worth saving.' I’ve been running for 500 years, worn out so many good heels… all with the reward of knowing I have people looking out for me. It was real for me. Too little or too late, I loved you, Damon, and deep down inside I know there’s still something that lingers for me. We will be together again because I’m going to be the one who brings you back.. ”
Silence filling the room as Damon’s entire expression shifted. Different emotions flooding his features as he tries to process what she has just said, wondering if she was playing another game? No, no that couldn’t be no one was here to be played with. Damon had noted her speech recalling how he had said something quite familiar on Elena’s porch when he had first kissed Elena only later finding out it had been Katherine all along. Had she actually taken in his words? What the hell did this even mean? Shock clear on his expression as he watches her, his eyes never once moving away from her, studying her as he tried to figure her out. I never loved you Damon those words had haunted him for so long It was real for me….I loved you Damon those words alone causing him to question everything else she had ever told him it was always Stefan…..was that even true?
The night that Katherine had returned telling Damon she didn’t love him and that it was always Stefan his entire world had turned upside down and the very ground had been ripped from beneath him. Immediately he had realized he hadn’t died for love, he had died for a lie and his death had been meaningless. If this was true, if she actually felt this way then she was restoring one hundred and forty five years of past pain. Swallowing hard as he takes a step forward “Ka” never finishing his sentence though as he’s violently pulled back as the Boarding House fades from view only now to be met by what he fears most, darkness.
The burly and booming voice drawing Damon from his thoughts casting his attention towards the stair well catching sight of one of the disheveled prison guards, as he steps more into the light he recognizes it to be Moloch. Walking towards him he crouches down before sliding a plate of well he wasn’t sure inside the cell. Glancing at it before flicking his attention back towards Moloch “I think I’m going to have to make a complaint towards the Chef this” kicking it away from him with the sole of his boot “is not what I ordered.”
Before Damon has the chance to blink Moloch is in the cell, Damon’s face now pressed roughly against the cold stoned bricks as he releases a low hiss in pain.
“Not so tough now are you pretty boy” the guards warm breathe fanning Damon’s ear as he remains in his place. “It wasn’t a request, it was an order….you need to eat up….you’re going to need your energy for tonight” a dark chuckle slipping past his lips as he releases his hold on Damon backing up, and kicking the plate of food back towards Damon’s direction, slamming the cell shut behind him. Blood eyes meeting Damon’s baby blues causing Damon’s stomach to instantly drop knowing what’s to come next.
“Ýou fight tonight.”
Without another word the guard vanishes from sight, Damon’s face paling at the realization of what’s to come. His gaze shifting towards Isobel and even in the darkness he catches a look of sympathy on her features as she remains silent, watching him before casting her gaze away. Shifting his attention back downwards he sinks to the floor. Grasping the plate he lifts it to his nose inhaling the black sludge, the smell alone making him want to gag, but he pushes the feeling back remembering how he hasn’t really eaten, and he needs as much strength as possible if he’s going to make it out alive tonight, and without a seconds of hesitance he opens his mouth, tilting the plate as the contents slide down and begin to run their way down his throat. Once he’s finished he tosses the plate aside, moving back until his back rests against the brick wall, his head resting against it, eyes falling closed and praying that tonight works in his favor.
Dead or Alive.