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Chapter 10
Damon sat alone in his room. It was pitch-black outside and inside, he did not want lights on, and he was hungry, yet he did not bother to get up to go hunting. He knew that Elena and Stefan had gone outside to hunt, but that was not the reason he hung back. He simply had a feeling that he should wait, that something would come to him. He did not have to wait too long.
An hour after Stefan and Elena had left, there was a soft knocking at his door. Not surprised, Damon automatically stood and crossed over to the door. He opened it and stared impassively at the person on the other side, the girl with the golden eyes. Without a word, she stepped forward and Damon stepped aside.
"I did not invite you in," Damon said dryly, closing the door behind her.
She turned her head to give him a swift glance, "You are not alive, it is only the dwelling of mortal creatures that we have to be invited into. But of course, you already knew that."
"So why bother to knock?" Damon leaned against the door, his arms crossed, his dark eyes following her every move.
The girl turned to regard him in full, "Because that would be rude. And I would never do something so rude."
Damon met her golden gaze evenly, "Some consider murder to be rude." She waved her hand impatiently, "That does not matter. Murder is anything but rude, indeed it is very personal. Those who think like that have no idea what they are doing or where they are going."
Damon was silent for a moment, thinking. "What is your name?" he asked finally.
The girl looked startled, "Why bother to ask?"
"So I can know what to call you."
"You will have no reasons to call me," the girl countered. "And how would you know whether or not I gave you a false name?"
Damon kept his face smooth, his eyes even, "It matters not if it is not your real name, I merely want something to be able to call you, should the opportunity ever arise."
The girl paused to consider a moment. "Athena," she finally said.
"Is it your real name?" Damon questioned.
"You just said it didn't matter," Athena reminded him.
"And it doesn't," Damon straightened, turning to the door and opening it. "Are we done here? I have had nothing to eat tonight."
Athena stepped forward eagerly. "Me neither, I was interrupted by a few individuals who disrupted my mood and appetite."
Damon followed her out the door, "Might I know these individuals?"
"Of course," she quipped, and would say no more.
The two vampires prowled the dark streets silently. Damon was letting Athena guide the way, and he instinctively knew that she was leading him to the cemetery. It was not in sight yet, but that appeared to be her favorite spot. After a few minutes of swift and tireless travel, he saw he was right.
"I don't think a lot of people will be in a cemetery at night," Damon commented.
Athena looked at him askance through thick lashes, "You'd be surprised."
She turned out to be right. In no time, they had come upon a young teenage couple, heedlessly making out against an old tree.
"Young people," Athena explained, "think it is dangerous and exciting to make out in a cemetery. It is our obligation to fulfill their expectations, don't you think?"
Damon said nothing, his eyes fixed on the couple. He had not eaten in a while, and the passion of the couple made their blood that much easier to smell. And it would be so easy.
Athena approached the couple silently. Damon did not move, he did not think he would be able to trust himself so close to them in his famished state. Athena seemed to have no qualms, however, and stalked them silently. They did not even notice her when she stood right next to them. She raised her eyes over their bodies to glance at Damon. She motioned with a hand for him to join her. Damon gave no sign, only remained in his spot.
Not bothering to waste anymore time on him, Athena fixed her attention back on the couple. She placed a delicate hand on a shoulder of each, and then viciously yanked them apart.
Cries of protest came from them, but Athena only smiled at them. The boy struggled to break her grip, but quickly realized he could not. They stood warily, waiting to see what Athena would do.
"Late to be out, aren't you aware that it can be dangerous at times like this?" Athena's smile was anything but comforting and her words held a threat. The couple shifted unsteadily, but surprisingly were not making any noise. Maybe they instinctively knew screams would not help them anyway.
Damon watched Athena talk to them, she was playing with them. The fact that she would kill them was not wasted on Damon. He could suddenly see his brother's disapproving expression in front of him, and Damon frowned. They will only blame it on me in the morning, he thought, and took a small step forward.
Athena was immediately aware of his movement and looked over her shoulder at him. "Want to join in the fun?"
Damon only shrugged, his eyes fathomless, "Why not?"
Athena smiled, "Good boy. I knew you would come around." With that she threw the young girl over to Damon, who caught her easily. The girl was finally scared, and she opened her mouth to scream. Damon clamped his hand over her mouth right before she could make any sound.
"Not a good idea," he told her before lowering his mouth to her neck. Right before he bit, he glanced back at Athena. She was holding her young man immobile, but she was watching Damon, waiting for him to start. Her eyes were huge, her expression seemingly anxious. The smell of the young girl came to Damon, and he closed his eyes, ignoring Athena, ignoring everything else, and bit deep.
Chapter 10
Damon sat alone in his room. It was pitch-black outside and inside, he did not want lights on, and he was hungry, yet he did not bother to get up to go hunting. He knew that Elena and Stefan had gone outside to hunt, but that was not the reason he hung back. He simply had a feeling that he should wait, that something would come to him. He did not have to wait too long.
An hour after Stefan and Elena had left, there was a soft knocking at his door. Not surprised, Damon automatically stood and crossed over to the door. He opened it and stared impassively at the person on the other side, the girl with the golden eyes. Without a word, she stepped forward and Damon stepped aside.
"I did not invite you in," Damon said dryly, closing the door behind her.
She turned her head to give him a swift glance, "You are not alive, it is only the dwelling of mortal creatures that we have to be invited into. But of course, you already knew that."
"So why bother to knock?" Damon leaned against the door, his arms crossed, his dark eyes following her every move.
The girl turned to regard him in full, "Because that would be rude. And I would never do something so rude."
Damon met her golden gaze evenly, "Some consider murder to be rude." She waved her hand impatiently, "That does not matter. Murder is anything but rude, indeed it is very personal. Those who think like that have no idea what they are doing or where they are going."
Damon was silent for a moment, thinking. "What is your name?" he asked finally.
The girl looked startled, "Why bother to ask?"
"So I can know what to call you."
"You will have no reasons to call me," the girl countered. "And how would you know whether or not I gave you a false name?"
Damon kept his face smooth, his eyes even, "It matters not if it is not your real name, I merely want something to be able to call you, should the opportunity ever arise."
The girl paused to consider a moment. "Athena," she finally said.
"Is it your real name?" Damon questioned.
"You just said it didn't matter," Athena reminded him.
"And it doesn't," Damon straightened, turning to the door and opening it. "Are we done here? I have had nothing to eat tonight."
Athena stepped forward eagerly. "Me neither, I was interrupted by a few individuals who disrupted my mood and appetite."
Damon followed her out the door, "Might I know these individuals?"
"Of course," she quipped, and would say no more.
The two vampires prowled the dark streets silently. Damon was letting Athena guide the way, and he instinctively knew that she was leading him to the cemetery. It was not in sight yet, but that appeared to be her favorite spot. After a few minutes of swift and tireless travel, he saw he was right.
"I don't think a lot of people will be in a cemetery at night," Damon commented.
Athena looked at him askance through thick lashes, "You'd be surprised."
She turned out to be right. In no time, they had come upon a young teenage couple, heedlessly making out against an old tree.
"Young people," Athena explained, "think it is dangerous and exciting to make out in a cemetery. It is our obligation to fulfill their expectations, don't you think?"
Damon said nothing, his eyes fixed on the couple. He had not eaten in a while, and the passion of the couple made their blood that much easier to smell. And it would be so easy.
Athena approached the couple silently. Damon did not move, he did not think he would be able to trust himself so close to them in his famished state. Athena seemed to have no qualms, however, and stalked them silently. They did not even notice her when she stood right next to them. She raised her eyes over their bodies to glance at Damon. She motioned with a hand for him to join her. Damon gave no sign, only remained in his spot.
Not bothering to waste anymore time on him, Athena fixed her attention back on the couple. She placed a delicate hand on a shoulder of each, and then viciously yanked them apart.
Cries of protest came from them, but Athena only smiled at them. The boy struggled to break her grip, but quickly realized he could not. They stood warily, waiting to see what Athena would do.
"Late to be out, aren't you aware that it can be dangerous at times like this?" Athena's smile was anything but comforting and her words held a threat. The couple shifted unsteadily, but surprisingly were not making any noise. Maybe they instinctively knew screams would not help them anyway.
Damon watched Athena talk to them, she was playing with them. The fact that she would kill them was not wasted on Damon. He could suddenly see his brother's disapproving expression in front of him, and Damon frowned. They will only blame it on me in the morning, he thought, and took a small step forward.
Athena was immediately aware of his movement and looked over her shoulder at him. "Want to join in the fun?"
Damon only shrugged, his eyes fathomless, "Why not?"
Athena smiled, "Good boy. I knew you would come around." With that she threw the young girl over to Damon, who caught her easily. The girl was finally scared, and she opened her mouth to scream. Damon clamped his hand over her mouth right before she could make any sound.
"Not a good idea," he told her before lowering his mouth to her neck. Right before he bit, he glanced back at Athena. She was holding her young man immobile, but she was watching Damon, waiting for him to start. Her eyes were huge, her expression seemingly anxious. The smell of the young girl came to Damon, and he closed his eyes, ignoring Athena, ignoring everything else, and bit deep.