So Here's My Confession {Damon // open}

[Erika Mirazida]

Erika sighed as she sat on the couch, a glass of Bourbon in her hand and her forehead resting on the rim of the glass. Her feelings were confused. She loved Jeremy, but all the time her and Tyler spent together made her feel different towards him and then there was Damon. Sweet, sweet Damon, who could be a bit of an ass at times. She still loved him, somewhere in her mind, she knew that she still loved him and she knew that this battle between good and evil was coming and there was a chance that a few people weren’t coming out of it alive and that scared her. She would do everything she could to protect those that she cared about, but she didn’t want to have to lose anyone she cared about.

Taking a sip of her drink, she looked up as she heard footsteps. Not that she really wanted to talk to anyone and the one person that she could go to with girl problems was having the same problems as she was. Could she go to Elena? Yeah, probably, but she was too mad at her to want to talk to her.

Erika sighed as she heard the footsteps come into the room and then heard a drink being poured. She looked up at Damon, saying nothing as she took another sip of her drink.

[Damon Salvatore]

Damon had stood quietly watching her for a few minutes before he walked over to the sidebar and poured himself a drink. He could feel her eyes on him even before he turned and walked over to the couch and sat beside her.

"I could steal one of your tired lines and say something about how you being upset and drinking is usually a bad combination," he said, touching his glass lightly to hers and taking a sip. "But I know you well enough to know that it wouldn't quite be as ironic as it should. You're worrying about things you have no control over."

In truth, he was as concerned as she was about the storm that was coming and the potential for loss of lives that had come to mean a great deal to him in a very short time. "We can win this one, you know. With the combined talents and knowledge of our little band of freedom fighters, we may even hold the advantage from the start."

He regarded her for a moment. "So who's life that hangs in the balance is it that you're concerned about?"

[Erika Mirazida]

A small smile toyed at her lips, “The last time I was upset and drinking, you and I slept together. So it really depends on your point of view on whether it’s a bad combination or not.” She smirked at him, taking another sip of her drink, then resting the rim of it against her forehead again, “On some levels, I do have control over this because I could do something stupid and prevent any battle that’s about to happen and believe me, the thought has crossed my mind one too many times.” She said, sighing.

“And what if we can’t Damon? I’ve been trying to think positive about this for days and I can’t see us winning this without people who we all care about dying. And I can’t stop that and I can’t prevent certain people from fighting in this. People who can and will be easy targets to kill.” She said, saying it all in one breath. She took another sip of her drink and sighed.

Erika looked at him, “Jeremy’s, I mean he’s just a kid and I don’t think I can prevent anything from happening to him, and…” she said, taking in a breath, “Yours.” She said quietly, not entirely sure that she wanted to meet his eyes.

[Damon Salvatore]

Damon shrugged expansively. "People die, Er. It's kind of a hazard of being mortal. You of all people should know that by now." He studied the amber liquid in his glass.

"I can handle myself." He was surprised that she would admit that she was worried about him, but even after all these years she still managed to surprise him every now and again. Still, he doubted that he was her main concern. "The werewolves may potentially be an asset, but I doubt it. Not unless the attack happens to come at the full moon, and even then, the puppy is too new to the game to be much help." He looked sideways at her. "As for the kid, if you're that worried we can easily take him out of the equation."

He thought for a moment and frowned. "And what, exactly, can you do to prevent the whole thing?"

[Erika Mirazida]

“That’s the thing though Damon, if I can prevent deaths from happening, then I’m going to jump at the chance… especially if it involves saving anyone I care about.” She said, then facepalmed, “Oh god! I sound like Elena…” she said, sighing, taking a sip of her drink.

“I know and I know that I’ve been a mega-bitch to you lately and I’m sorry. Just shut up and hear me out,” she said, not letting him say anything, “I’m always finding myself stuck in a love triangle, and you always seem to be one of the points, or at least to me you are. That’s because even after you broke my heart and we both hated each other, somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that I’m still madly in love with you and I don’t think that I can ever stop loving you. You were a big part of my mortal life.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear, “And if in 20 years, neither of us are going after someone that we can’t have, I wanna try us again…. If that’s okay.” She pulled her knees up to her chest.

“I don’t think I can do anything to prevent what’s coming Damon…” she said, “And I’m scared.” She meant that… she was truly scared of what was to come and who would die in this fight.

[Damon Salvatore]

He stared at her for a moment, eyebrows raised and an expression of bewilderment on his handsome features. "And does your boyfriend know this?" he heard himself say, and winced inwardly.

He got up and refilled his glass. "Look, you're right, there's a storm coming and we're all going to get caught in it. But having one suicidal idiot on our team is handicap enough. We'll manage, somehow. Maybe they'll be content to take Katherine and go. Maybe we should try and convince Stefan to take Elena and run while we can create a diversion, hand over the scheming bitch in the tomb and call it a day."

"And for the record, I never hated you."