2 Months Later…
"Elizabeth! Liz! Where are you," Damon yelled. His feet hit the pavement, the sound echoing through the street. No one really paid any attention to him, except when he would accidently bump shoulders with someone. He didn't care about that, though. Elizabeth was in trouble. He could feel it. Damon should have known. He should have known he was no good for her. He was a demon. She was a shadowhunter, there is no way they could be together. Damon stopped. The air smelled metallic, it smelled salty. It smelled like blood, a lot of it. Horrified, Damon turned to look into the alley way to his right, only to see a crumpled body on the ground, drenched in red. He stepped closer and sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. Damon pulled Elizabeth into his embrace. Anger, pain, and sorrow consumed his soul. Never again would he work for Lilith. He let out a monstrous scream…
Damon sat up quickly on the sofa, screaming. He stopped himself, looking around, seeing he was alone, in his house. Damon walked to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Sweat covered his body. He had fallen in love with Elizabeth Fairchild back in the 1800's and the shock of losing her still haunted him even now. Damon had something to live for again, now. Alexis was a lot like Elizabeth, but a bit tougher than she was. Alexis could hold her own, and Damon liked that in her. He walked to the kitchen, and drank a swig of brandy he had in the cabinet. He'd kill anyone if they tried to harm Alexis. He wasn't ready to feel the same pain as before, and he never would be.
The sound of footsteps filled his ears. They were behind him. Setting down the bottle of brandy, Damon set himself up to strike at the intruder. Damon turned, swinging at the strangers jaw. A squeaky yelp was let out as the person dodged. No, this was no person, it was a demon. A very annoying demon. Damon sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Bucon, what in hell's name are you doing here?"
Bucon looked up and scratched his leathery, purple-grey skin, thinking about what to say. His green eyes looked into Damon's crimson ones. "D-Damon. I have come to warn you and that girl about a terrible danger that is coming your way," Bucon stammered.
Damon smiled and laughed, "Why would I believe you? You don't like me, so why help me?"
Bucon shook his big head. "I told you he wouldn't believe me."
"Don't give me that! It is the truth, it was worth a shot."
"No, it wasn't."
"Yes, it wa-"
"Bucon! Shut it," Damon interrupted. Bucon flinched and cast his eyes downward.
"Sorry, but what I have told you is the truth. Lilith found out about you and the girl," Bucon said nervously. Damon turned and stared, shocked.
"What!? How in the hell did she fucking find out!? Damn…"
"She has gotten several, powerful demons together that do not like you. Lilith, Jonathan, and the rest are looking for you and the girl as we speak. You need to prepare yourself. It will be worse than last time," Bucon said. Damon's eyes widened. Visions of blood and a small, crumpled body upon the ground clouded his mind. He couldn't let this happen again. Grabbing his coat, he ran out the door, leaving Bucon alone.
"You did the right thing."
"I sure hope so."
"I hope he reaches her in time."
"Ditto."
