Okay here it is, my new story that will hopefully help get my muse up with my other one, Alternate Beginnings. I'll be adding the next chapter after I get my first review. Until then its on hold. So review, or I will seek the creature that I have not named at you. Err, never mind he never listens to me. Well review anyways.
Damon's head rested against the cold stone of the wall. Half of it had been destroyed years ago, no one ever came here anyone, probably why he did. It was ironic that it was a abandoned graveyard, perfect place for a vampire, particularly one like him. Damon opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps, like a giant cat. The sight that greeted him had him lost in confusion. The man that looked at him had vertical slits for pupils, centered in his gold, red and blue eyes. But more than that was the heavy fox tail that curled around his leg, the red cat ears that were perked in interest, visible in his black and red hair. The creature was beautiful in a way, but like nothing he had ever seen before. Damon tensed as he looked at the aura. The wall of red and black showed nothing of the evil associated with it, instead seeming to give off a glow of loyalty, kindness and protection that was almost impossible to not sink into. The streaks of silver and gold through it only added to his uncertain trust, whatever this creature was, he felt that there was nothing he could do to gain its hate.
"What is your name?"
Damon looked the thing in the eye, unconsciously letting the suspicion created by the fox tail and the black and red aura be washed away.
"Damon Salvatore." The creature smiled, showing pearly white fangs, barely long enough to touch his bottom lip. Damon blinked in surprise, Kitsune, Vampire and something else that he didn't know, it seemed all condensed into one creature. But there was nothing like a Kitsune's nature about him.
"I thought you might be..." Damon looked sharply away, another person that knew him, and probably hated him, but he couldn't imagine this creature capable of that. Finally he looked back, only to freeze in shock, how it had done it he didn't know, but he was gone, leaving nothing but a heady scent of cedar, spices and leather. Just when I convinced myself that I wasn't loosing my mind Damon tried to shake off the images of the creature, reluctantly turning away from the spot where it had been, there was no way he was staying here if it was inducing mirages.
Damon put on a casual smirk as he walked into the house again, Stefan greeting him with a glare.
"What no welcoming hello little brother?" There wasn't a chance he was giving his brother, a chance to become convinced that he was insane as well, he wasn't planning on telling anyone what had happened. He left the room with Stefan glaring after him, Elena watching with a almost sympathetic look, after his delusional encounter in the graveyard, he definitely couldn't deal with them. He flicked the lock on his door the moment he entered, settling on the bed. Carefully he replayed every image in his mind, and the strangest thing about it was that unlike most magically induced perceptions, his belief that the creature wouldn't hate him hadn't left, and something about it just made it almost painful to even think about the possibility. He looked up as someone knocked on the door, a quick touch with his mind told him it was Bonny. Great, he had to deal with the one Human that just happened to be a witch!
"You okay Damon?" He closed his eyes, this was going to be a long day.
"Worried about me Bonny, I'm touched." He paused, having a afterthought and easily reading her emotional grid, she was actually worried. He sighed quietly, this was not good.
"I'm fine Bonny", he added almost sincerely. He felt her hesitation for a moment before she responded.
"Okay, but if something happened, come talk to me, okay?" Damon froze at her voice, it was almost like she knew, and being a witch it was entirely possible that she did.
"Okay Bonny," he spoke under his breathe, almost hoping that she wouldn't hear, that he wouldn't be obliged to listen. He heard her footsteps as she walked back to her room, hearing them even as she crossed the entire house. A sudden noise that stood out from the rest in the house caught his attention. As he looked quickly to the source a shadow danced across the wall for a moment before vanishing, if something had been there, it was fast... fast enough to completely disappear.
He felt Bonny watching him as he appeared in the living room, Stefan not even bothering to look at him this day, that was alright with him, there were to many things in his mind to argue with him. Meredith nodded uncertainly, she still didn't know what to think of him. Elena just smiled, he didn't know how she planned to balance a relationship with Stefan and a friendship with him, but he admired her for trying. He didn't say anything to any of them as he left the house. He wanted to get to the bottom of this, whether it was just a mirage or not. Vampires didn't start randomly losing their mind, of that much he was certain. He was drawing his normal amount of attention, something so normal that he barely even acknowledged it unless he needed to feed. Today he ignored the stares, heading towards the graveyard again.
The autumn leaves broke silently under his boot heel, every sound seemed muted, as if some force in the world was determined to give him the space that he so desperately needed. The only sound he heard was a deep purr that he couldn't place. Like really big, really happy cat. He leaned against the the scarcely intact wall, just a chunk of ruin in the middle of circle of stones, each one a crumbling grave. What was in the middle wasn't any less desolate, a few gravestones, a white tree that was barely seven foot tall but had long shed its leaves and given up growing. Finally his eyes reaches the surprising strong branches on it, locking onto the figure sprawled out on one like a cat, the welcoming purr that answered his gaze confirmed a reality that he didn't know whether to fear or welcome.
