I Am On The Couch By The Fireplace With A Glass Of Bourbon

Damon sat on the couch by the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hands, his eyes gazing intently at the shadows moving around the room; they were of dancing flames. His mind was plagued with Elena 's decision in embracing her death. He was aware this whole ordeal was hard on her, and that she had given much thought on deciding her next course of action. But he never imagined she would choose this option; the easy way out. He didn 't blame her, though; waking up after an unfortunate accident only to discover she didn 't survive the crash was a lot to take in. But there was still a part of him that hoped she would call to inform him that she 'd changed her mind, and she had come to her senses. After all, who wouldn 't want to stay …show more content…

"Wanna have some fun?" she moaned, straddling his waist on the couch, running her hands over his chest, completely unaware of his earlier thoughts. He begrudgingly opened his eyes, and his icy-blue glare seemed to pierce through the woman on his lap. It took much restraint as he inwardly struggled with the strong urge to drive a stake through the bitch 's heart. But for Elena 's sake, he wouldn 't. Grunting in annoyance, he shoved the sassy brunette off of him and sped over to his mini bar where he proceeded to refill his glass of whiskey. Katherine frowned slightly, her finger pressed against her lip. "Aw, and here I thought you missed me," she mused aloud. He just grinned before glancing over his shoulder. "Don 't pout, Katherine, it doesn 't look cute on a woman your age." Katherine narrowed her eyes, outwardly flustered at Damon 's jab at her age. "What happened to you?" she asked, somewhat curious. "I remember when you used to shower me with nothing but adoration. Where 's that Damon?" "Oh that Damon died a long time ago," he chuckled, brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip. "There was a time when I would 've done anything for your attention, but now I can safely say I 'm over you." Katherine seemed taken aback for a second, but quickly recovered. "I 'm sure we can get reacquainted," she purred, sauntering towards the raven-haired Salvatore with her signature smirk in place. He held out his hand, causing her to pause in her steps. "Were you not