A/N: Hello once again, Audience! So, you may have noticed that this chapter isn't actually the continuation of the Chance Meeting at the Coffee Shop Tobuscus/OC fanfiction that you were expecting! I was out of town this past week and didn't have time to write on it, but I didn't want to leave you hanging with no word, so I thought I would give you an excerpt from a story that DID get posted just a little bit ago, one under the name Damon Salvatore Meets His Match, a One Shot/Slice of Life series centered around Damon Salvatore from the TV series The Vampire Diaries. Now, before you ask how I had time to write on another story and not this one, I had it written up a long time ago, and I wanted to post SOMETHING for you guys this week, even it it wasn't about Tobuscus. So, here is an excerpt from the new story that you will find on my profile under the title I mentioned above! Hope you enjoy! Chance Meeting at the Coffee Shop will recommence next week, so check back then!
Damon Salvatore Meets His Match
Slice One: The Girl. Damon Salvatore, Slice of Life/One Shot style. See the Chapter One's Author's Notes for more information.
Slice One: The Girl. In a moment of weakness, Damon rescues a small girl from a vicious rainstorm, and his life would never be the same... This will be one-shot, slice of life style chapters featuring Damon Salvatore, and will likely not have an over-arching plot. If you're looking for adorable, Season One Damon-ness, these are the drivels for you!
Damon lifted his face to the torrential downpour and closed his eyes, letting the elements rage about him as he stood in the midst of the raging flood, not caring one whit that his clothes were nearly soaked to their core. He couldn't get sick anyway.
The clothes were merely a minor inconvenience in the first place, a convention hammered into him from his few years of being a human. He would have much preferred to go around everywhere without them, but hadn't had the thought when he'd escaped from the house moments ago to discard them before leaving. He'd just been aiming to leave, and leave fast.
The rain pelted the lids of his eyes, his cheeks, his arms, and he let it, standing absolutely still as the sheets of rain struck him, the whirling of the wind failing to move him from his planted feet.
The Salvatore Boarding House was not that far behind him, and the trees that lined the clearing in which the House stood were not that far away from in front of him either.
He stood content in the darkness, the light from the house not reaching nearly that far in the current storm, arms at his sides as he let the rain cleanse his mind of its turmoil.
Elena.
Damon shook his head violently and his rain-soaked hair briefly adding to the downpour, though only slightly.
She had popped in for a visit before the storm began and while Damon knew Stefan could have quickly and easily carried her back to her house he, of course, had not, and she was now stuck with them for possibly the entire night.
Damon didn't know how much more he could take of it. He ached to be in there with her, and yet for all of his internal pining, could not at times stand to watch her faun over his younger brother.
So, instead of seeking refuge in the house from the storm, he sought refuge in the storm from the inhabitants of the house.
He lowered his head back down and blinked away part of the rain, gazing across the line of trees into the blackness of the night between the trunks.
A run might do him some good. Maybe he'd stumble across some sort of wayfarer caught unintentionally in the storm. Some nobody that wouldn't be missed. They would be hard enough to find in the wet, the rain constantly washing away any tracks, any scent. A hunt might do him some good, get his mind off things.
Just as Damon had decided upon his course of action, he caught a bit of extraneous movement beyond the trees, something that was not the branches tearing about madly in the wind or the undergrowth whipping wildly about.
Keeping quiet, he shifted his weight slightly, trying to get a better look through the rain, cautiously pinning this as a sign he should be on the hunt.
Whatever stumbled among the trees was not making its way towards him, but farther away from the clearing, and Damon quietly ducked into the forest after it.
His footsteps no louder than ever, they were especially drowned out by the turbulent storm, even in the cover of the canopy of branches above him.
The movement he tracked stopped suddenly, and Damon's curiosity got the better of him so that instead of waiting as he normally would have, he jumped up into the nearest tree, feet alighting steadily, and hopped from his tree to the next, peering below to spot his prey...
If you'd like to find out what happens next, feel free to continue the story by going to my profile and finding the Damon Salvatore Meets His Match posting! I apologize for the lack of Toby this week, but stay tuned as we will rejoin our hero and his zany misadventures next week! Thanks for reading! Bless your face. If you sneezed during this excerpt, bless you. Peace off! Ba-da-do-do-do-do-do-do-do REVIEW! OUTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THEEEN WHITENESS. THEN...BOOP!