Damon Salvatore (
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[That may or may not be a very faint bruise across the bridge of his nose. Elena's arm swing is a little stronger than it used to be and apparently he bruises now which is perfect.]
So how's being in the real world working out for everyone? Scale of zero to zero.
Remember, don't hurt yourselves with those brand new toys.
[Especially you, Elena.]
So how's being in the real world working out for everyone? Scale of zero to zero.
Remember, don't hurt yourselves with those brand new toys.
[Especially you, Elena.]
action.
Damon's expression is dark. There's an edge to the way he's narrowed his eyes. Like Rick, he doesn't know what the hell is going on. This entire thing has been hard to swallow; now he's got Rick reverted back human, Stefan thinking Klaus is alive. Elena doesn't realize yet Stefan isn't the Stefan they managed to get back after months, finally.
He is this close to ripping someone's throat out.]
What did Caroline tell you?
[She told him something. Their conversation didn't abruptly go radio silent for no reason.]
action.
When it's about him? It makes him feel colder.]
She told me... something about the ring. An alter ego? [He doesn't know what that's supposed to mean. When he thinks alter ego, he thinks Batman. Spider-Man. Not... kill everyone who likes vampires. What? He looks up at Damon, voice going quiet.] She said I was killing people. [And then his head drops and it hits him. Both hands cover his face.] Christ, Damon. She said I killed her dad.
action.
Damon can only be Damon, so he looks down at Alaric, who's got his head in his hands, and tries to wave it off. It happened, they don't need to brood about it. Bill wasn't winning any father of the year awards, anyway.]
He chose to die. [That's technically true. He doesn't allow the conversation to linger long enough for Rick to argue semantics.] You started sleepwalking. Killed some council members along the way. Incidentally, you're not the first. The ring's been carrying side effects for as long as it's been in Gilbert family. Who knew?
action.
So that all happened. [He felt it, of course he did. The same thing that made him leave Jeremy and Elena behind when they needed someone. A big, cold wave, ready to overtake him.] But when? No one's died in town lately.
[Klaus dead. Tyler dead. Caroline afraid of him and Damon wary. Since when was Damon wary of anyone? How had he gotten to this point when last week he'd been trying to stop Damon from killing people and ended up with a snapped neck?
Immediately he tugs the ring off with violence, scraping and turning his finger red from the effort. He shoves it into Damon's hand.] Take it. Throw it over the wall or something. Get rid of it. It's not too late, right? I haven't done anything.
action.
Before Damon can think about answering, Rick's shoving the ring at him. Damon rolls his eyes. Predictable.]
You're not throwing away the ring. [He should want him to. There are a lot of things Damon knows he should do that he winds up not doing. He knows he'll regret it, too, but he does it, anyway. Look, Rick might not feel like he's done anything, but he has. Trying to keep sane now won't change the body count. Damon figures the next best thing is trying to keep alive.
He holds it out.]
Wear it. If you die and come back and show signs of going crazy, I'll snap your neck myself.
action.
He drops his hand after taking the ring, but doesn't put the ring back on. Like he could. It turns him into a murderer and Damon expects him to keep it?]
So did I lose my memory or something? I was... I was in that cave before waking up. Taking pictures of the runes. [He digs around in his bag and opened the messenger, bringing the camera out. Trying to prove he was telling the truth, maybe. The screen, when it pops on, shows the name Rebekah in that Viking script.
What else was he going to do? The way Damon put it, it was like: you're a killer, accept it. But he couldn't. Not him. After trying so hard to freaking keep everyone alive -
So he pushes past it. For now. Knowing what was going on was a good start.] Caroline mentioned... I killed Klaus. [He pauses. Can't believe that sentence is coming out of his mouth. Klaus, the unkillable hybrid. Klaus who took over his body and almost got him killed. Again. Klaus the Original.] Is that... Seriously? Is that true?
action.
Something tells him no. Damon came with his wallet, car keys, and his phone. The clothes on his back. From the sounds of it, so did everyone else. Rick should've arrived with the stake, not the ring and the camera. He should've arrived as a vampire. This is feeling less and less like memory loss and more and more like someone's set back the clock. Which is impossible.
But so were werewolves, once upon a time.
Damon shifts his weight, weighing his next answer. Credit where credit's due, Bonnie's the one who put Klaus down. Rick just shoved a piece of white oak in the guy after. That, however, is not what's important. It's not what Rick needs to know.]
Esther turned you. The Original witch. She made one last vampire from scratch. Original vampire hunter for the Original vampires.
[Well, you can't say it lacked poetry.]
action.
Sitting down doesn't help, by the fucking way.]
What? [That's all he can say. Absolutely it. He drops the camera back in the bag, doesn't even flinch at the sound it makes as it hits the sais and the food. He just stares up at Damon, his ex-friend who snapped his neck and couldn't even apologize, who was telling him shit that was impossible, that made no sense.
Literally impossible. There was no maybe. No it might have happened, there's the smallest chance. It's a sad moment when dealing with Klaus and the Original family seems simple in comparison.
He breathes, twisting his fingers painfully together. The spot where the ring usually sits is lighter than the rest of his skin, a little soft to the touch.] But I'm human.
action.
He remains standing. There's not much else to say. He considers adding what they know—that Rick's life is tied to Elena's—but a) he's not sure if that's true anymore and b) he's...no, that's it. He's not sure if it's true anymore. Doubt it. It doesn't work like that when Rick is mortal again. Or. Should be mortal. There's only one way of knowing a hundred percent and even Damon's not about to test that out.
Hey, could be worse. The last thing they need is a Rick's hunter alter-ego running around while they're stuck here.]
I don't know what to tell you, Rick. You died. Something put you back.