Post by DAMON CLARK ROMANO on Jun 1, 2010 6:22:22 GMT
*,*,WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO,
WHEN THE BEST PART OF ME WAS ALWAYS YOU?
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JUNE 1ST, 2010
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It's about half an hour past midnight. I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I saw that stupid brother of mine earlier today. Stefan. He was staring at another camper. October, if I remember correctly. October looks just like Katherine. I saw the look in Stefan's eyes. He was reminded of Katherine when lookig at October.
So, me being curious, asked Katherine. She claims that they're related. She and October. Ancestor and descendant. Well, there you have it. A very screwed up history. My brother is apparently falling in love with the descendant of the woman who broke his heart and is now in love with his brother. In other words, apparently, Stefan likes to date his ex-love interest's descendants.
Oh, I can just imagine that Saint Stefan fuming if he could read this journal.
Anyway, Kathrine is still lurking. She says that she'll become a member of Camp Brook when she's ready. I don't know or care how long that takes. I'm with Katherine and that's all that matters.
I'm hungry. Katherine let me feed off of her earlier.... but that might've not been enough. I'll go see if I can go find a nearby town and feed there. I don't want to deprive Katherine of her blood too much. It might weaken her and that's not a good idea.
That girl is sneaking out. October. She reminds me of Katherine. Except that Katherine is colder. More manipulative. Katherine is selfish. This girl might as well be selfless. But nevertheless, they look the same. I remember when Katherine and I had danced in front of her house about a week before she was forced to choose who she would marry.
The sun was shining down on the town of Rome, Italy. In front of the home of the Morettis, I stood, waiting for her. The front door opened and out she stepped, dressed in the finest Italian ball gown I have ever seen. It was a deep blue, flowing down to her ankles. Her hair was tied up in a curly bun and a smile lit her face. This was a different Katherine than the cold-hearted one I would come to know many many years later. This happy, joyful Katherine loved her life. She loved life in general. Nature, animals, people. She cared for it all.
She laughed when she saw me, dressed in my suit, "Damon, you look very...." "Ridiculous?" I offered. She shook her head and laughed that wonderful, bubbly laugh that made me smile, "No, silly! You look very handsome. Much like a royal gentleman." I couldn't help myself from chuckling, "I'm afraid you have mistaken me for Stefan. I am no gentleman." She smiled at my joke and grasped my hand, whispering lightly, "Shall we dance?" Her hands were cold, the normal temperature of vampires. In comparison, her hands quickly turned mine cold as well. But I didn't mind. As long as I was touching her, I was fine.
We started off slow dancing, our arms wrapped around each other. She gently brushed her lips against my neck, "It's so hard to resist, Damon. Your blood tempts me so." I was silent for a moment then whispered softly in her ear, "Don't turn me. Just a light scratch." She shook her head against my shoulder, "I'm not experienced enough to control whether or not I turn you. I would have to drink from a cut." As I had my arms on her hips and her arms wrapped around my neck, I could feel her body trembling against me. "I haven't fed in two days, Damon. I need your blood. I need you." And so, we went back inside her house and to the kitchen. Luckily, nobody was home so we were all alone. I grabbed a kitchen knife and made a small slit on my wrist, careful to avoid a vein. I offered her my arm. She took it and started drinking from the cut on my wrist. I don't know how much she drank but I started feeling faint. When she saw how I was about to pass out from the loss of blood, she forced herself to stop, "Damon, I knew it. I told you that I would take too much." "Katherine, I don't care. I don't want you to be weak. It doesn't matter if I pass out. I'll wake up." "What if you don't one day?" "Then I won't. That's that, Katherine."
Well, that's enough reliving for one day. Saint Stefan just followed October. Funny how that is. He loves her. She... probably will love him in the future. And Katherine and I will kill them together.
LOVE BITES,
DAMON CLARK ROMANO
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