I want my revenge, brother
Summary: Damon has returned to Mystic Falls, for one reason. To get revenge on his brother Stefan.
Chapter 1 – The Return
Damon watched as his dinner began to run from him, shrieking for help as she held onto her neck, blood drenching her upper body. Damon sniggered as she looked back and fell. The pure terror in her eyes made her even more appetising. She got back up as quick as she fell, and began to sprint to the mansion across from her. Silly silly girl, he thought with a smirk, and began to walk slowly up to the house.
"Help!" she screamed, as tears slid down her eyes, banging on the door. She looked back into the trees. The man was gone. Her heart beat increased with pure fear. She felt faint, and her sight was getting blurry. Her body was shaking so much it was making her feel dizzy. "Please, just leave me alone…" She whimpered quietly, backing up into the door as far as she could.
Just then the door opened behind her, creaking as it did so. "Hello…" The girl whispered into the mansion, looking around as she waited for an answer. The place looked deserted, and the furniture looked as if it hadn't been updated in years.
Fresh tears escaped her eyes, as realisation hit her like a bombshell.
This was his house. He could be anywhere.
"Oh god, oh god…" Her words came out repeatedly as she began to panic, stepping away quickly from the house, when she saw a dark figure appear from behind the open door.
"Your not leaving so soon, are you?" Damon said calmly, whilst leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. The girl's fear was obvious, but not only because of Damon, but the knowing that death would meet her soon. Damon couldn't help but smile, as she tried to run away again.
But he was sick of playing games, he was too hungry now.
He caught her easily, his inhuman speed making it impossible for her to run far away from him.
"Please, please I'm begging you! Don't kill me!" The girl sobbed, falling to the ground in defeat, holding onto his trouser legs. Damon couldn't help but love the feeling of being superior, so he decided to have some last minute fun. He lightly lifted the girl to her feet, and took her chin in one of his hands, so there eyes would meet. He smiled at her. She smiled back, hope filling her heart. That's when he pierced a new wound on the other side of her neck, drinking joyfully as his victim screamed in agony.
Damon sighed, as he let his left overs fall to the forest floor.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?" He said, whilst looking down at the dead girl's body. The idea then hit him. He picked up the body, with no difficulty at all, and carried it back to the mansion. Walking into the giant living area, he noticed the old beaten couch, which his father had once sat upon. Placing the body onto the couch, he arranged it into a sitting position, with its arm leaning on the armrest.
He then placed an old book from the Victorian bookcase, and placed it into her cold hands. The girl was already looking down, as her neck could no longer support the weight of her head.
Damon grinned, happy with the sick scene in front of him.
"Stefan is going to love this…" He said sarcastically, with a smile spread across his face.
Damon took a tour around the mansion afterwards. He could smell his brother's scent from one of the many rooms. The place was poor and dull. It still looked the same as it did 200 years ago. Damon cursed in disgust, he still hated this place.
The quicker he gained his revenge on Stefan, the quicker he could leave. Damon began to smile as he thought of all the ways he could torture Stefan, to the point that he would be begging him for death. Being feared reminded him of the girl he had just killed, the way her body shivered when he came near her, and the way her eyes lost there brightness, as he sucked the life out of her. His fangs ached, and his throat felt dry again. "I guess I'm getting seconds tonight" Damon smirked, and walked out into night.