A/N: Welp! This is my humble way to say I think of you, okay? Thank you for putting up with my writings <3
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« Elena.»
Her heart sank at the mention of her friend's name on Damon's lips. She ran upstairs as soon as she heard the noise of a breaking lamp and found him twitch on the bed, clearly having a nightmare. She sat next to him, alarmed by the sound of his moans and put her hand on his forehead. He stopped moving but his body was still tense. Biting her bottom lip, the witch tucked some pink locks behind her ear and gently stroked the vampire's cheek. She whispered a soft incantation, an ancient spell to induce peaceful thoughts in the recipient and it seemed to work. Damon's body relaxed against hers and he leaned once more into his pillow. Her large grey cardigan fell on her arm and some pink locks teased her nose, but the witch wasn't bothered by it. Instead, she moved her hand to his heart.
« Elena... »
This time his voice cracked a little. It was a voice filled with love and gratitude. Elena did change Damon's life whether he wanted to admit it or not. She showed him that he could be so much more than the walking disaster he believed he was. She healed some of his wounds, broke some of his heart but all and all, she made him feel alive and worthy of being loved. She never gave up on him, not even when he turned his humanity off, not even when he was under the control of their enemies.. not even when he was a complete asshole. Elena never gave up on him. Asma knew... she did get to know Elena herself, along with Bonnie and Caroline. The girls spent some time at her shop since she met Stefan and Bonnie spotted him there. They got to know the lonely witch and bond with her over drinks, their personal drama, and a few laughs.
« I know....I know you're missing her. » -Her voice cracked too..-
Asma had been living as a recluse for 800 centuries. She never trusted humans or supernatural creatures for they only brought her sorrow and pain. For so long Elijah was the exception. Their lives crossed path centuries ago where he saved her from a fate crueler than death and she later saved the life of his brother, thus leading to her coven casting her out and cursing her with eternal life. Aside from the original, she never befriended anyone in order to survive in a world where her gender, her sex and the color of her skin were not considered as worthy. Opening up to new people was not easy for her but since he advised her to finally live and come out of her shell, she had made huge progress. First, it was Willa the supernatural bartender she befriended. Still to this day she had no clues about Willa's true nature but she crossed the name of a few creatures already and was getting closer to discover the truth. Until then, she kept on making potions to help the brunette handle the massive migraines she suffered from and the blackouts. Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie quickly became good friends of her. Bonnie realized she was a witch and often came for advices. Elena and Caroline tagged along and their kindness made it easier for Asma to open up. Stefan befriended her first, for he was there when Klaus came to Mystic Falls and tried to intimidate Asma into helping him save Elijah. Damon.... it came later. He was practically the last one she met but the one she spent the most time with.
« I know you'd rather be with her than with me right now. » She added, her hand moving from his heart to his hand she held. « But I need you here with me....For a little longer. » She confessed, her tired eyes slowly filling themselves with unshed tears.
He came to her place after a fight with Stefan about Elena. She chose his brother and demanded he gave her some space. Damon didn't exactly feel like a good person and would have wasted himself and fucked up things if he didn't first stop by Asma's place. She came to his mind as soon as he stormed out of the Salvatore Manor. He didn't think twice, he could have gone to Bonnie or Caroline but he assumed they would side with Elena and he didn't want to talk about her anyway. He knew that with Asma he wouldn't have to. She wasn't really close to Elena so he could take a break from everything by her side. She always made him feel like he wasn't useless, that he was better than he acted. He couldn't explain why she only saw the good in him, but Asma did. Of course, she had that tendency to come and try to save people and he suspected she wanted to save him. Helping the witch make her potions, clean her shop, collect the herbs she needed and watch her practice her magic was soothing for Damon. They would get wasted at night, take down a couple of bottles of wine and tell stories of old times. He would listen to her experiences, to the struggle he never had to endure, the racism, the violence, the persecution. He listened to what she said and traded stories of his own atrocities.. the one he committed. He did so in order to make her stop seeing the good in him and see him for the asshole he truly was. She never did. She called him out but never thought he was a monster.
But things change and they did so pretty fast. It started with her pulse going faster whenever she saw his face, to her knees shaking at the sight of his smile and to him filling her dreams. The witch and the vampire often joked about sex, about him having too much of it and her having none and how they should balance things out so they would have the same experience. He joked about teaching her and while she playfully rejected him, her mind went wild. Whenever they were making potions together, she imagined him lift her up and make her sit on the table so he could kiss her. She imagined her hands sink into the hard skin of his shoulders. She imagined his kisses, bruising her lips because they would be too passionate. She thought of his voice in her ear, calling her name and telling her how beautiful she was and how lucky he felt to be with her. There were days where she had to stop brewing in order to catch her breath because her thoughts were so intense, she felt her arousal reach new peaks while he was just inches away from her.
Damon could feel it, he always felt her attraction towards him but he never said anything in fear of ruining their friendship. If he was his old self, her scent would have driven him out of control. He would have fucked her already, invade her body and her mind, broke her into pieces so she would be his and his only. He would have plucked her like you'd pluck a flower and let her whither when he would disappear on her. But that Damon was gone. She didn't deserve to be treated this way and he refused to hurt her, at least, on purpose. Ironically, he believed that she deserved to have someone better for her. Someone like Matt for example, who would make her happy and treat her well. He knew how difficult it was for her to trust others and bond with people, so he gently pushed her forward. She was a precious friend to him and he wanted to make sure she was happy and safe, just like she made him feel whenever he was near her. He didn't know....
« Asma? » His voice tore down the silence and she instantly released his hand and stood up.
« You were having a nightmare. I came to help. »
« A nightmare? » He was still a little bit numb.
« About Elena. I just came here to calm you down. A little witch trick...I induced you a peaceful dream and you dreamed of. »
« Elena again...Are you. Are you alright? » He asked as he sat on the bed. Asma nodded and ran her fingers over her face as quickly as possible to wipe out potential tears.
« I am. I'm just tired. »
She wouldn't tell him how she felt. It might have been at the tip of her tongue it would never be the right moment to confess something like that. She was in love plain and simple but he wasn't and he was in love with a woman she considered a friend now. To tell him would mean she would lose him and their relationship for he would take his distance from her. He wouldn't want to hurt her and his mere presence would do just that. Asma refused it to happen. She couldn't afford to lose Damon, so she held her mouth shut and barely smiled at him. He wasn't an idiot, he saw she was upset, he noticed the scent of fresh unshed tears and he could feel her heart was racing in her ribcage. Asma wasn't happy at all. She had the same face she made whenever someone was violent towards her. He never understood how she was so fierce when it came to him or any of the girls being insulted by a complete stranger but could never defend herself when it happened to her? Did she believe all the crap these people said about her? The sight in front of him didn't please the vampire who stood up. He was wearing nothing but a pair of grey flannel pants which made her take a few steps back and hit the wall.
« Asma. I'm a vampire, I smell lies when there are some and you're lying to me. Something is bothering you. » Her eyes shifted from left to right as she looked at his intense blue eyes. He moved his hands to hold onto her shoulders, ensuring she wouldn't escape him.
« Alright... You got me. I was worried something might happen to you. I panicked because you never had a nightmare before and I didn't know if my spells could work for you. » It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth either. She chose to say another truth so he would be deceived. It worked. He pulled her into a hug and patted her hair.
« I'm alright Azz. I'm alright. »
« I know.. » She gently wrapped her arms around his waist, satisfied that he couldn't tell she was lying to his face again but for the good reason. There was no way in hell she would lose him to petty feelings such as love. It broke her heart to lie, even more, to hide the fact she was in love with him but she held onto their friendship and onto him. « You should go back to your house. You should talk to Stefan and reconcile with your brother. You should apologize to Elena and show her that you're willing to regain her trust. She loves you. »
« Are we starting with it again? » He said, irritated. He always dismissed when Asma tried to bring Elena and Stefan to their conversation. « I said I didn't want to talk to them. It's a waste of time. They have each other, good for them. »
« Staying with me isn't going to help you, Damon... And you care about them a lot. By the goddess, you're in love with Elena. » It achieved to ruin her heart and she did her best not to sob, but her voice was still cracking and Damon wasn't duped. He knew she didn't tell him the truth earlier. She didn't sound okay.
« What is going on with you? » He asked, furrowing his brows as his eyes became even more intense. It sent a shiver down her spine and she looked away.
Something was up indeed. She was planning to leave town for there was a huge threat about to come to Mystic Falls, for her. She wanted to protect everyone and the best way to do that would be to push them away, make sure they want to have nothing to do with her so whatever happens, she would be on her own. That was always how she dealt with life for so many centuries, why would she do differently now ? Especially when she had so much to lose? She couldn't say anything, so she went with another truth. It might break her heart, she wanted Damon to be happier. She still believed in him.
« I think you've been hiding in my place for way too long. You miss them...so go talk to them. I'm being your friend tonight. Go talk to them, Damon. There so just so many brewages you can do before you get bored.. and you've seen my face for enough weeks n..... Caroline, Bonnie.. they also need to see your face, so go there.. fix things. »
« …....I don't want to talk about it. » He firmly said, his hand cupping her cheek. « You're upset and you don't want to talk about it. Guess we're two peas in the same pod. » He leaned his forehead against hers. Asma closed her eyes and put both hands over his. Her voice was soft..sad and she simply whispered.
« I guess we are... »
-TBC-
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