Damon's Checklist

A/N: I have this best friend who's a sucker for Delena (Damon+Elena) like me. So, Pree, this one's for you ;)

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After a year of dating, I decided to break up with Damon. Not because I wasn't satisfied but because I still didn't know what I want.

You see, a year and a couple months before, Damon and I had gotten civil. I had learned to befriend him. Which to say is quite a lot. We would talk and it didn't bother me like it did before when we were alone in the same room. I guess it's safe to say that I've warmed up to this Salvatore.

And then boom. I was in love.

But things got too wired-up. Things got too complicated and we had to break up.

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So instead of wallowing with my recent break-up, I went back to what I usually do. Work for my deceased mom's charity, help in our town's activities and whatsoever.

One day, I got a call from Damon saying he has this "friend" he wants me to meet. So I did, I went out with the guy.

His name was Mark. He was nice. He had this gorgeous emerald eyes and this windblown surfer hair. He was a billionaire, an heir of some sort of business, who turned out to be self-appraiser. He talks and talks and talks about himself. To no end. If only he had the annoying retorts like Damon, this date would've been nicer. Wait- why was I even thinking about Damon's retorts? I mentally smacked myself. The night ended, which I was too eager of. He dropped me off my house and said it was nice to meet me. I just smiled for I couldn't quite say I felt the same.

Another call from Damon saying he was sad the date sucked.

"I'll make it up to you. My friend's picking you up for dinner tonight. You'll like this dude," he said, chuckling at the end.

This guy's name was Adrian. He dressed like Damon, leather jacket and all that spaz. And to be honest, he looked kind of out of it. He was a student at New York University who came to Mystic Falls due to Damon's request. He was smart and all but he was a nerd. I mean, I don't have any aversion with nerds. No, none at all. But he was different. Odd different. He would talk about stuff I didn't even know. Like this new species of snake. discovered And goddamnit, I hated snakes. He even brought this snake with him for crying out loud! If only he had Damon's charm. Then again, I cussed beneath my breath for thinking about Damon. And at last, I couldn't take it and finally said, "I'm sorry, Adrian. But I've got this problem at home and Jenna needs me. I gotta go. Thanks for the dinner anyway."

And that was it. I walked out on him. I didn't mean to be rude but...- my mind trailed off when I saw him on my doorstep.

"What on earth are you doing here?!" I asked. Ready to kill him for setting me up with those men.

"I wanted to see how the date went," Damon said, winking at me.

"You wanna know how the dates went? Are you trying to kill me? You know how I hate self-appraisers and nerds and you set me up with those kind of guys," I spat at him.

"Let's not be rash, shall we, Elena? Just one more set up, and if you don't like this guy, I'll stop," he said, pleadingly.

"Just one more. You better not go out of line or I will strangle you," I said.

"Really, Elena? Strangle me?" He challenged.

"Yes I will. Now, get out of my house," I replied quite forcibly. Fortunately, he obeyed. Chuckling his tongue at me. When I looked back, he was nowhere to be seen.

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His name was Anthony. He had this black hair, gorgeous blue eyes and long lashes. He wore a dark colored leather jacket. And he looked like he just came straight from a cover of a magazine.

But like all the guys Damon had set me up, he was a no-good guy. He would talk about himself. He would talk about all the girls he's dated in the past: celebrities, top models and cover girls. He would talk about how girls would flock after him. How millions girls would follow his minute-by-minute post in twitter. And how lucky I was to be able to go out with him.

This caught me off guard. He surely was too full of himself. And I needed to teach him a lesson.

"Well, Anthony. You sure are something. Something incredibly annoying," And with that, I left. Leaving him dumbfounded.

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"What on earth were you possibly thinking, Damon?!" I shouted when I was inside the Salvatore house.

When I didn't get any quick retort from Damon, I started to feel uneasy.

I went to Stefan's study. No sign of Damon.

"Damon?" I called. No answer.

I went down to the basement, still no sign. I kept calling for him saying this wasn't a good joke to pull on me. And that I will kick him where it hurts once he doesn't show himself.

But no. Still no Damon came out.

And I started to get worried.

I called the grill and asked if Damon was there. Matt said Damon hasn't been down.

I called Stefan and asked if he saw Damon. He said no.

And when I got to the stairs near Damon's bedroom, that's when I heard it.

A gurgling sound. Another sound of excruciating pain.

I panicked. I rushed to his bedroom and froze in my tracks.

In the next seconds, I found my world spinning and tears streaming down my cheeks.

A dagger was staked through Damon's chest. A wooden dagger.

I screamed and made my way to Damon's writhing body. Tears staining my cheeks. He was alive. But barely.

"Who did this?" I cried to him. I cradled him in my chest. Trying to pull the dagger out but it wouldn't move a millimeter.

"It doesn't matter. I just wanted to say a few things before I die," tears were streaming down his cheeks, too.

"I'm sorry for setting you up with those men. I'm sorry for putting you into a lot of pain. I'm sorry for being an ass to you. And Elena?"

I cradled him tighter to my chest, like a child. A hundred forty-five year-old child. I was crying hard, so hard and I felt my heart break.

"I still love you, Elena," he managed to croak out. He was breathing heavily, like fighting for every breath his taking.

"Damon. Damon, don't die. I love you, Damon. Don't die now. Please," I prayed to every god I knew, Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Islam, Catholic god, to keep him alive. To keep Damon alive.

In the second I blurted out the truth, the absolute truth that I actually still loved Damon, it felt real.

I was really still in love with Damon all the while.

But they hadn't heard my prayer.

He smiled, seeming satisfied and ready to go. The next second, he was gone. He was dead.

I cried and cried. Until I noticed this bloodied paper in his hand. I realized it was a part of his journal. A journal he started keeping since he met me. I smoothed it out and cried more with what I read:

PLAN TO GET ELENA BACK:
Let Elena date/ go out with other unworthy guys
Comfort her. (Well sort of did this. But I guess it didn't work)
Tell her I still love her.
Get her back. :) --> I know this is a long shot, but I love her. I have to try.

Then,Happily Ever After for BOTH OF US.

It broke my heart. More. Damon was set to get me back. If only I had the courage to talk to him saying it was stupid of me to let him go. This wouldn't have happened. Damon wouldn't have died. I still would've had him with me.

I cried again. Trying to get a hold of myself, I pushed myself to sit. And I did. When I noticed another sheet of bloodied paper in the pocket of his jacket and read what's inside, I broke down again:

[ And to Elena, if ever you find the audacity to read this, just do.:

After we broke up, I was broken. I set on this plot to get you back. Every time I see you, I am dying inside to hold you. Dying to wrap my arms around you like I used to. But I fight that urge because I know you are happy with your life now.

I have done enough damage with just merely existing. I have attracted Elijah and Katherine and even Klaus to this little town where you reside and disturbed the peace. I almost lost you. And I did.

I know I don't deserve you. I'm a wreck inside. I was like damaged goods, almost for no good, but you still accepted me. Still loved me.

I love you, always have. Always will.

D.S.

He only had time to finish this when he was stabbed. Stabbed and robbed off his vampire life. And everything now is gone. Damon is gone. And I don't think if I can even find someone like him in this world. Someone who would love a broken and damaged girl like me.

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Disclaimer:
1. Elena, Damon and Stefan are owned by L.J. Smith :)