“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Summer’s gaze flickered over his face, absorbing that information. “That was a hundred and fifty years ago. It’s not what hurts you now. So. Can you say what happened when you tried to bring her back?”
Damon sighed, not looking at her. “I went to get her out of the tomb she was supposed to be buried in… And she wasn’t there. She never burned,” he said bitterly. “She was alive the whole time, and she’d just left me thinking she was dead. But then she came back to talk to me… To tell me she never loved me and that she was really only back for my brother, who was in love with her doppelganger, who I also fell for, who now hates me. So really I’ve just spent the last few years being everyone’s second choice. Stefan is the one everyone wants.”
“All that effort, in pursuit of a lie,” Summer murmured. “And you still actually want anything to do with the human race. Impressive.” She let her fingers rest lightly on his hand. “Your brother isn’t here now. So what will you do?”