"I was tortured for science. For decades in the basement of the college my girlfriend attended. Years after. One of my shameful secrets." Killing all of Whittemore's family, their descendants. His form of revenge. It had torn him and Elena apart for a time. Sort of. They found their way back after some ill advised trysts. One in the school on parent-teacher day.
He watched her, not moving closer, but listening, taking every word in.
Damon used to say he'd turned his switch off, his humanity switch, but he'd always lied. There were always shades of gray with his humanity shift. What did people say, there was a thin line between love and hate? Why make his brother's life miserable if he didn't in the least care about him.
Concentration camps, was all he could think, corners of his eyes wetting, threatening a tear or two. He wished nothing like that. On anyone. He lived through it. In the States. Desensitized to it as the time, he'd spent his time bedding women. It wasn't until his return to Mystic Falls in the nineties, with Sara Salvatore -- unknown to him at the time that she survived, that he first felt again. Maybe if he had gone to New Orleans with Stefan and Lexi things could have gone well. He would've avoided the Augustine Society altogether. Being tortured for five years was nothing compared to three years in a concentration camp. He knew this.
He watched as she sunk down, wanting to comfort her, not knowing if he could, or if she wanted. Not knowing what to do, he lowered himself to her level, setting his football aside. He watched her try to hold it together, wished he could be there in the way he was told he had been. But, the spell had been broken. And here they were, two strangers, marred by society, hunted down at different points in time. "Even when my brother and I weren't the threat to our town, they still hunted down vampires. I did everything I could to not be found out." He'd killed his brother's best friend, half to end the trail, and half as sick revenge. "I was captured and tortured for five years. They cut out my eyes, cut off limbs, tested vampire resilience. They regenerate." He thought he should clarify. "I'm not comparing our time in captivity, or trying to one-up your experience." He brought his lips together, eyes finding her again. "We may not be what we thought we were to one another, but I can still be there for you. I've been told I provide stellar hugs. Award-winning."
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He watched her, not moving closer, but listening, taking every word in.
Damon used to say he'd turned his switch off, his humanity switch, but he'd always lied. There were always shades of gray with his humanity shift. What did people say, there was a thin line between love and hate? Why make his brother's life miserable if he didn't in the least care about him.
Concentration camps, was all he could think, corners of his eyes wetting, threatening a tear or two. He wished nothing like that. On anyone. He lived through it. In the States. Desensitized to it as the time, he'd spent his time bedding women. It wasn't until his return to Mystic Falls in the nineties, with Sara Salvatore -- unknown to him at the time that she survived, that he first felt again. Maybe if he had gone to New Orleans with Stefan and Lexi things could have gone well. He would've avoided the Augustine Society altogether. Being tortured for five years was nothing compared to three years in a concentration camp. He knew this.
He watched as she sunk down, wanting to comfort her, not knowing if he could, or if she wanted. Not knowing what to do, he lowered himself to her level, setting his football aside. He watched her try to hold it together, wished he could be there in the way he was told he had been. But, the spell had been broken. And here they were, two strangers, marred by society, hunted down at different points in time. "Even when my brother and I weren't the threat to our town, they still hunted down vampires. I did everything I could to not be found out." He'd killed his brother's best friend, half to end the trail, and half as sick revenge. "I was captured and tortured for five years. They cut out my eyes, cut off limbs, tested vampire resilience. They regenerate." He thought he should clarify. "I'm not comparing our time in captivity, or trying to one-up your experience." He brought his lips together, eyes finding her again. "We may not be what we thought we were to one another, but I can still be there for you. I've been told I provide stellar hugs. Award-winning."