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2009
"Oh, so I asked a, uh, friend to stop by and give me a hand with this hunter problem," Hershey told me casually as we walked up the driveway to the house we were currently renting. He had been pretty successful keeping my mind off of the hunters. Dinner, a movie, romantic walk in the moonlight… Hershey pulled out every stop. This friend made it all come crashing back.
"I thought you said that you had this all under control," I said.
"I do! Damon's just helping me with the trick, that's all. It goes better when not all the actors are figments of my imagination. If anything, this will make my plan even more foolproof. It's super foolproof now." I smacked his arm.
"Don't say that! You just completely jinxed this whole thing!" I said. Hershey sighed as we made it to the front porch, and he turned to face me.
"I've got this under control, okay?" he asked me softly. "Come on, you gotta trust me a little more than this."
"I know, I know," I said. "I just – I don't want you to get hurt. I love you." He smiled at me and gently kissed me.
"And you," he said as the bopped the tip of my nose, "are going to be totally groveling to me come tomorrow when you realize that my plan worked."
"Stop jinxing it!"
Present
I laughed to myself as I debated how to introduce Damon. The rest of the convention, even Dean standing at the very back, looked at me, their eyes full of curiosity. It seemed like everyone in the damn building was crammed into the room. Everyone except one. If Hershey was there, I didn't recognize him. His declaration of love threw me a hell of a lot more than it should have. We got past the declarations of love a couple of months before… well, before everything went to hell. I guess I just didn't expect him to still love me after he ran.
But that was neither here nor there. I had to focus on telling our story.
"Damon is an impulsive, psychotic, murderous bastard who just so happens to be sexy as hell," I began. "And Dean Winchester, I can still see your smirk from here. Shut up. I have a type. Not that Damon and I did anything. Hells no! But I can still appreciate a sexy hunk of undead vampire flesh. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that? Damon's a vampire. Apparently there's like three different species. I don't know, Hershey didn't make that much sense when he was explaining it all to me. Anyway, Damon's, uh, species can't go in the sunlight, you can see them in mirrors, and basically the only ways to kill them is staking and I think fire. But really, the sunlight was no big deal. Damon knew a witch like a century and a half ago who gave him a ring and… well, that's a story for another time."
2009
Hershey's side of the bed was cold and empty when the sun peeking through the curtains blinded me the next morning. I pouted and tried to burrow deeper into the covers, but my stomach decided to make itself known, and I could hear someone banging around in the kitchen. No food yet, at least none that I could smell. Hmm… sleep or food? My stomach quickly won that battle. I grabbed a robe out of the closet and went off in search of my Hershey Man.
"Please tell me you have coffee or hot chocolate and breakfast is not far behind," I called as I reached the bottom of the stairs. "What is it today? Pancakes? French toast? Scrambled…" My voice died as I walked into the kitchen. "Hershey? Where'd you go?" All the ingredients for French toast were out on the counter, and a steaming cup of hot chocolate waited for me at my usual spot at the table. "Hershey?" I frowned, but picked up my drink, and brought it over to the French toast stuff. I was hungry no matter where Hershey magicied himself off to and breakfast wouldn't make itself. The only thing missing was the eggs. A quick trip to the fridge solved that problem. "Hey! Hershey! How many pieces do you want?" I yelled. I waited for a few seconds, but got no answer. I frowned at the carton of eggs. Where the hell was he?
"Boo."
I let out a startled, little scream and whirled around, because that voice did not belong to Hershey. The owner of the voice looked at me with a smile reminiscent of the Grinch. His hair was dark and long, and looked almost as if someone had just messed it up by running their fingers through it. Brilliant blue eyes glittered at me, like a snake. He was leaning against the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. He had the I'm Dangerous and Sexy and All the Girls Love Me Because I'm Dangerous and Sexy aura about him. Which kinda worked for him.
"Sorry," he told me, not sounding sorry whatsoever. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, feeling very proud of myself that my voice didn't shake in the slightest. He shrugged, pushed himself off the wall, and took a step closer to me. I took a matching step backwards and ran into the countertop.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"Yes, and if you don't answer me, I can have a very angry, very scary person here in a heartbeat, and he'll probably kick your ass."
"Sounds like a challenge." He took another few steps forward, stopping that the island that separate us.
"Consider it a threat. Who the hell are you?"
"What? Did Loki not tell you I was coming to town?" the stranger asked, mock hurt coloring his voice. He placed a hand over his heart. "I am truly, truly wounded. Especially since he went on, and on, and on about his dear, sweet, Cola. And pretty good, with the whole threatening thing. Very convincing."
"You must be Damon then."
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Give the girl a prize!"
"I'm sorry, is snarky your only setting? Because that's going to get pretty old really fast." Damon quirked an eyebrow.
"Really now?" he asked. "I'm told it's just part of my charm that makes me irresistible."
"And now I see why you and Hershey are friends."
"And now I see why he keeps you around. You actually got some kick to you! Got some fire! Much better than the last girl I stole from him." Damon grinned at me, and began to walk around the island. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stood my ground. "She was almost too easy though, and to be honest, Loki didn't really care about her. I mean, the guy didn't even think twice when I killed her!" A shiver of fear ran through me.
"One thought," I warned. Damon's grin only grew as he leaned against the counter next to me. I took a tiny step the opposite direction.
"Yeah. Loki didn't tell you what I was, did he?" I held my breath as he leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "I'm a vampire." I jerked away, but Damon's hand latched onto either side of my face faster than I could blink. "Now, now, don't be scared. Don't call for Loki," he told me seriously. Damn, his eyes were really blue. And really deep. And I could just get completely lost in them. And… "Don't call for Loki," he repeated.
"I won't call for Loki," I told him softly. Why would I call for him anyway? I didn't need him. I had Damon here. I would be okay. Especially when he smirked at me like that.
"So much for a challenge," he muttered to himself. He tilted his head to one side, as if studying me. "Still..."
Damon went flying across the room as if he weighed less than a pound. In his place was a very angry, very concerned Norse god. Hershey barely spared the vampire a disgusted look before he turned his attention on me.
"I'm okay. Damon wasn't doing – " I started, but Hershey silenced me with a hand over my mouth.
"Sure he wasn't," Hershey told me. "He was just mind controlling you because he's a dick."
"You invited me," Damon said, picking himself off the floor. Hershey barked out a laugh, and flicked his wrist in Damon's direction. The vampire went slamming into the floor again.
"I didn't invite you here to compel my girl. She's completely off limits.
"Well then you should have told me that."
"I did. You were just too drunk to really remember. Or, you just don't care. Hmm, I'm leaning towards the later." Damon rolled his eyes and stood.
"Your girl? Really?" he asked. "She isn't that much of a looker." I peeled Hershey's hand away from my mouth.
"Hey! Dick," I told him. Damon smirked at me. "Maybe you should trick him instead of the hunters."
"Why don't you go get breakfast at the café?" Hershey suggested. "Damon and I need to talk. If I have time, I'll join you there. Okay?"
"'Kay," I told him.
"Oh! Before I forget!" Hershey snapped his fingers, and magiced up a vial of clear liquid. "Drink this. It'll protect you from Damon." I took the vial and drank it immediately, much to Damon's amusement.
"Don't get too comfortable, Sweetheart," he warned. "That just means I'll have to seduce you the old-fashioned way."
"Thought I wasn't that much of a looker," I told him. He shrugged and I rolled my eyes. "See ya in a bit," I told Hershey.
"See ya."
Damon bowed deeply as I passed to go upstairs to get changed. "See ya."
Present
"Apparently, Hershey's plan involved using an 'actual' vampire to do the hunters in. Which I guess was kind of fitting considering we were in the town of 'fake' vampires. But like I said there's like three different types of vampires. I'm pretty sure Dean, you've only hunted the one. Anyway, and this will probably come as no surprise to anyone, Hershey's plan doesn't work. It actually fails miserably. Part of that may or may not have been Damon's fault. I wasn't there when things started to fall apart. I was only there when things shattered into a billion pieces."
Yeah, so I just watched the first season of VD during the past 36 hours, and Damon demanded to be written and to meet Cola and to piss off Gabe. So here he is, and I hope I did him justice.
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