Chapter 2
A few hours later Damon was in the barn throwing hay in the loft, the way he casually picked it up, and tossed it into the loft reminded Clark that he wasn't human. Clark asked, " Did you use compulsion on Mrs. Olsen this afternoon?"
Damon replied as he threw the last hay bale up into the loft, " Yea, so what, it didn't hurt er."
Clark spun him around as he said, " That isn't the point. You don't use your compulsion or any of your powers, unless you have to."
Damon shoved him away as his eyes turned pitch black, and hisfangs came out, and he growled, " I didn't hurt her, all I did was convince her to let me out of school early. Chill out."
Clark narrowed his eyes at him as he said, " Just please try not to use your powers."
Damon nodded as they walked up to the empty part of the loft, and he got a pack of blood from the mini fridge Clark kept up there. As he drank Clark asked, " Can I ask you a question?"
Damon replied as he finished drinking, and threw the empty blood pack in the trash, " Sure shoot."
Clark hesitated for several minutes, then he spoke, " How old were you when you were turned?"
Damon smirked as he said, " 17."
At Clark's shocked expression he said, " I was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming in 1855. My father was a Lakota Sioux named True Blood, my mother was a white woman named Cindy Dalton. Now bear in mind back in those days it was frowned upon to have a half Indian baby, so my mother's family kicked her out, and she went to live with my father's people. We were happy for the next seven years, but in 1862 the Pawnee raided our village, and my mother was killed. That night I swore a blood oath that I would avenge my mother. Life was good until one cold night in 1872. A strange woman came riding up to our village, she said that she had been attacked by Pawnee, and needed a place to take shelter. My father, and the Chief Red Cloud discussed it, and decided to let her stay one night. Well after everyone had fallen asleep she asked me if I wouldn't mind having a drink with her. I agreed, and accepted the bottle of beer she gave me, not knowing she had put her blood in it. I drank the beer, and was about to ask her if she had anymore, when she broke my neck. Well apparently she hid me for several hours, cause when I woke up, I was transitioning. After she gave me blood, it was complete. When I went to walk back to my village, She grabbed my arm, and jerked me back under the tree, and gave me this ring telling me that as long as I wear it, the sun couldn't harm me. Well after she told me what I was, I went, and found the Pawnee village, and slaughtered them all, fulfilling my blood oath. Then I returned to my village, and lived happily for the next four years until Custer came, and massacres my village, but I escape in the hills, and watch as his forces were slaughtered at the little Bighorn. Then I stayed in the hills for 5 more years until the army found me, and forced me to become a scout. I did that until 1890 when the Spanish American war broke out. I volunteered to go. I fought the Spanish, and was able to give into my bloodlust. Then in 1901 I was sent to the Philippines, where I fought bravely. I fought for this country until 1993 at which time I left the Army, and basically just kept to myself. I stopped feeding off humans, and started feeding from animals, and blood banks. The reason I came here, was because I was tired of living in solitude."
Clark was speechless when Damon finished his tale. Finally Clark asked, " Where is your sire?"
Tell me what y'all think about Damon's history. Do you think I should have his sire stalk Chloe