Hello again :)
Firstly I would just like to thank everyone for the really positive response I've had so far to the story- this is my first ever fanfiction, so it's really exciting and motivating to see people following, favouriting and reviewing my story!
Without further delay, here's the next installment of my story and I'd love to hear what you think of it as well as any suggestions for improvement
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Damon awoke to the sound of muffled voices. It was dark and his muscles were cramped up from being in a confined space. He hissed upon realising that his hands and feet were bound with vervain soaked ropes. Figures. From the smell of metal and petrol, he guessed he must be in the boot of a car… his car. Oh the indignity.
Cracks of sunlight creeped in through gaps in the bodywork of the car, so he must've been out for quite a while considering it'd barely passed midnight when he'd followed that woman from the bar. He strained to hear what the voices were saying outside, from the sounds of things there were two women arguing. He recognised the first voice instantly from last night:
"No money, no vampire. That's the deal we arranged. Pay me my money, and I'll happily give you what you want, but until then there's no way I'm just going to hand him over" Amy stated.
"We arranged payment upon delivery. I've no guarantee that he's in there. Show me the goods and I'll give you the money" came the response.
Was that Elena? Suddenly Damon's blood turned to ice.
Katherine.
"Sorry, honey, but that's not going to work for me." Amy argued back, "pay me now, or I drive off into the sunset and don't look back."
There was a crash and the car rocked sideways, evidently Katherine had run out of patience. "You're out of your depth, honey. I could kill you right here, right now, and just take him. I'm merely paying you out of courtesy. Give. Me. Damon."
Damon shuffled around, trying to find something, anything, he could use to cut his ropes or escape from the car. He didn't like the sound of how this meeting was going.
Meanwhile, outside the car, Amy had been shoved against the side of the Camaro. Her throat was being crushed by Katherine in her vice-like grip.
"Don't underestimate me." She retorted as threateningly as she could with her restricted air supply.
Katherine's grip became impossibly tighter as she stared straight into Amy's eyes, "I want you to give me Damon Salvatore, walk away, and forget we ever met."
Amy's responded almost instantaneously, leaning forwards and spitting straight into Katherine's face. "Go fuck yourself."
Katherine started to scream as her face became red and blistered: "What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"I drank a whole bottle of vervain water on the way over here- this is hardly my first day on the job. I'm guessing my saliva stings like a bitch, doesn't it?" Amy smirked, walking over to the brunette vampire and crouching down next to where she was sitting on the floor with her face in her hands. "Now, I really didn't want to do it like this…" she pulled a small carved wooden stake from her back jeans pocket, "but give me my money now and I'll give you Damon."
Katherine growled, but reached into her own jacket and tossed a thick roll of notes at Amy. "You've made yourself a powerful enemy today, bounty hunter."
"Meh" Amy shrugged, standing up and counting out the money, "I'll make a mental note to add you the list."
Damon heard a pair of boots approaching the car, and sure enough, the boot of the car opened up and he was temporarily blinded by the sunshine pouring into the car after being in darkness for so long.
"Out you get, sweetie pie." Amy spoke to him. He glared back, which earned him a snort of laughter from her, "please don't try and be difficult."
"You bitch." He snapped at her, whilst awkwardly clambering out of the car- not an easy task with his limbs tied together and his muscles screaming in protest.
"Sorry if I hurt your feelings, honey, but business is business," she happily responded, "but just for the record, you're a pretty good kisser." With Damon now out of the car, she slammed shut the boot, causing Damon to cringe at his baby being treated so roughly.
Money in hand, Amy turned to leave, nodding at the now-recovered Katherine who glared back at her. Addressing the pissed off vampire in a sing-song voice, "everything except a pretty red ribbon tied around his neck." She mockingly curtsied towards her before turning towards the car. Calling over her shoulder: "it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Katherine!"
"What does she want with me?" Damon called after her, just as she opened the driver's door.
She turned to face the- admittedly quite sexy- vampire, "How the hell should I know? I just deliver the target, get paid and leave. No questions asked. I'm a bounty hunter, not the Spanish Inquisition."
She closed the door, buckled her seatbelt, turned the key, and let the Camaro's engine purr into life. With a final glance into the rear mirror, she saw Katherine approaching a helpless bound-up Damon like a lion would stalk a gazelle.
Amy felt almost guilty for leaving him there with a somewhat unhinged Katherine Pierce, but hey, like she'd said to Damon; it wasn't her place to ask questions. She just turned the radio up and used the music to drown out her thoughts.
Luckily for her, today was a Sunday so the Grill wouldn't be open until 3pm giving her plenty of time to drive back into town and park up the Camaro in the space where Damon had left it last night so as not to raise any suspicions of her involvement in his mystery disappearance.
An hour later and a trip to McDonald's for lunch on the way back, Amy had made it back to Mystic Falls. She donned a baseball cap she found in the glovebox to conceal her identity, and drove through the town until she reached the Mystic Grill. Parking up the car, she wiped down for fingerprints on the steering wheel, gear stick and door handles before stuffing the hat into her pocket.
A quick check of her phone indicated that she had twenty minutes before she needed to be working, so taking out the keys from her pocket, she let herself into the restaurant and went to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup that she'd not taken off from the previous day. She was still wearing her uniform from last night's shift, so she just pulled her hair back into a ponytail to hide any oil and fixed her smudged eyeliner. With a final check in the mirror, Amy headed into the kitchen to make herself a bucketful of coffee- a caffeine high was the only way she was going to survive a six hour shift when she'd not slept for a day and a half.