I will never help you

The rush of power that I felt earlier, when I confronted that rogue... It felt like a drop in the ocean compared to the feeling that drowns my mind now. Time starts to move slower like the universe itself listened to my order. The wind stops, the sounds of the forest are silenced and an entire battlefield full of warriors that have seen more blood then I ever will seems to freeze in front of my eyes.

I walk. Not run to avoiding the carnage or go to around the heart of the fight. I simply walk forwards, with friends and enemies alike stepping aside. But I don't look at them, I don't see them. I don't see the surprised looks of all those who took their human form as the fight suddenly stopped. My eyes are locked with only one person.

Damon's father, the so called king, took his human form and is now standing tall, holding my gaze. But I can see behind his arrogance, his confidence. I can see the slight treamor of his soul when we are only a few feet apart. I despise him. I despise every