So, basically I had some news today that made me want to kill myself, thought I'd write down how I felt, using Damon as my muse. WARNING, it's quite dark and I don't really know if I'll continue it or not yet, I'll see how it's received first.
Damon stepped out of the shadows, the fog easing around his feet as he leaned against a tree. His eyes grew wild as he caught site of the fire, teen girls giggling and dancing around its embers, bottles of whisky in hand. Damon licked his lips, his blood pumping to his face, his eyes turning a dark shade of red as his veins pulsated under his skin. His fangs pierced his gums, grazing against his lips as the scent of the young girls wafted over to him. The girls edged around the fire, smiles beaming on their faces, completely unaware of what lurked behind them. He loved the hunt; to stalk his prey, make them fear him, get their blood pumping before he set upon them.
He dashed between the trees, the wind picking up and blowing against the fire as he moved. The girls stopped dead hearing twigs snapping as Damon circled them like a hungry shark. He began to laugh, his speed making his voice echo from every directions, the girls hearts pounding as they realised something was out there. They huddled together, tears forming in their eyes as the fear set in, something wanted them and they knew it. Their breathing increased, short sharp gasps escaping their throats as their eyes scanned the surroundings, looking in every direction, trying to detect where the sound was coming from.
Suddenly it stopped, the fire picking back up and warming them from the chill. They looked around hearing nothing, the wind calm, silence falling upon them. They giggled to themselves concluding that the boys were playing a practical joke. The boy's camp was on the other side of the woods, but the girls knew this was exactly the sort of prank they would pull, sneaking across to their camp and scaring the shit out of them.
"Ok, you got us, you can come out now." one of the girls laughed.
"Don't mind if I do." Damon said darkly, peering from around a tree and stepping toward the girls.
They gasped seeing him appear in front of them, their hearts beginning to race again, blood pumping through every fibre of their bodies. Damon licked his lips, he could almost smell their fear, feed off of it, becoming excited as their deaths drew closer.
"Which one wants to go first?" he said eyeing them up, walking up and down the line they had created.
He weaved in and out of their bodies, his eyes flickering as their scent crept into his nose. He curled his fingers around one of the girls' necks, brushing his other hand in front of her stomach, gripping it tightly to keep her still. He circled his fingers in her hair, bringing her blonde curls to his face and smoothing the softness of her hair against his cheek.
"I like you." he whispered into her ear.
"I'll save you for last." he said releasing her from his grip and walking further down the line.
He stopped dead, turning his body to face a young brunette. He tilted his head to the side, a smirk curving on his lips as he rolled them between his teeth. He let out a small laugh, freezing the girl in her place, shivers working their way up her body as he stared at her. He walked on, happy that he had obtained the level of fear he was aiming for.
"So much choice, so little time." he said in a sing song voice.
"Now, unless any of you want to make this easier and volunteer themselves to be first, this could go on for a while longer." he laughed, bringing his finger to his lips.
He tapped his finger against his lips, waiting for one of them to step forward, but he didn't get a response. The girls began to whimper as they realised that death was near and there was no way they were getting out of it. Tears streamed down their cheeks, sniffles echoing among them, small yelps rumbling from their throats as he moved past each one of them.
"Guess not." he stopped again.
"Oh well, kind of takes the fun out of it, but I guess I'll have to pick."
The girls chewed on their lips as he pointed his finger up and down the line, stopping occasionally to scare the person he was pointing at.
"Eanny, Meany, Miney, MO" he laughed, stopping on the brown haired girl he had frightened earlier.
Damon stepped closer towards her, circling around her shaking form, his eyes burning into her. Tears fell from her eyes, and she fiddled with her fingers, trying to take her mind off of her impending death.
"It was always going to be you." he whispered "I was just playing with you." he stroked his finger over her cheek.
"I'll make a deal with you, I'll close my eyes and count to 10, if you can outrun me, well, then you're free...ready?"
"RUN!" he shouted in her face.
Damon stood still, pretending to count as the girl ran from him. She ran through the woods as fast as her legs would carry her, her heart pounding in her chest.
"10, coming ready or not" Damon shouted.
The girl squealed to herself in horror, knowing she hadn't gotten far enough away from him. She cupped her hand over her mouth and made her way down a hill, hiding behind some large rocks. She held her breath, desperately trying not to make a sound. Tears streamed down her cheeks and over her hand as her eyes darted through the darkness trying to see if he was near her. She stayed put for several minutes before concluding that he must have gone in the other direction. She hesitantly stepped out from behind the rocks, looking behind her as she stepped forward. She turned to face forwards and bumped into Damon.
"BOO!" he scared her.
She screamed and tried to run from him. Damon grabbed hold of her long brown hair and yanked her back to him, tightening his grip of her and holding her in place.
"You always think you can run from me. Newsflash: you can't." he chuckled.
"Why are you doing this?" the girl sobbed.
"Because it's fun, aren't you having fun?" he laughed darkly.
"Please just let me go."
"Awww, don't cry, it will all be over in a minute."
"You're going to let me go?" the girl questioned him as he stepped behind her, stroking her hair away from her neck and trailing his fingers over her delicate skin.
"Something like that." he said just before his hand reached her breast.
Suddenly she screamed as his fangs sank into her flesh, her blood pouring into his mouth and spewing down her chest. Damon gulped her down, the sweet taste of her making him buzz as she slid down his throat. He drained her some more and then threw her corpse to the floor, wiping his mouth in pure satisfaction.
"Always so sweet when they're young." he laughed to himself.
The other girls heard their friend scream, cries erupting among them as they realised her fate, which would soon be theirs, too.
Damon strolled back to the camp, whistling merrily as he walked. He licked the remainder of the blood from his hand, sucking his fingers and savouring every last drop. He entered the camp to see the rest of the girls huddled together, reduced to a crying mess.
"Oh come on, you didn't run?" he played with them.
"The best part is the chase." he complained to them.
He pulled another girl from the group and encircled her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder, hearing her heart thumping violently in her chest.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing." he said, creeping his hand across her stomach.
"Dance with me." he whispered.
The girl closed her eyes as he began to sway his hips behind her, his fingertips crawling over her skin and making her shiver.
He stopped suddenly and kissed the side of her neck.
"No sense of humor." he joked to her.
He ripped into her neck, severing a piece of flesh and burying his face into the open wound. He sucked her dry in seconds and tossed her body to the side, not bothering to wipe his mouth clean.
"Who's next?" he spat, as blood dripped from his lips.
The girls wailed at the sight of their dead friend, frozen in fear as he eyed them up one by one.
"Cheer up, I thought all you young girls wanted to be bitten by a vampire. Pretend I'm Edward Cullen, it's your lucky day." he laughed at them.
"Who wants to be Bella?" he scanned their faces.
"Well, you kind of look like her." he said to one of the girls, her heart nearly stopping as he closed in on her.
"You will have to do." he said softly, an evil glint in his eye.
He took the girl's hand as she stepped forward, her body trembling with fear.
He cradled her face between his hands and looked at her deep in the eyes.
"Bella wanted to be a vampire right?" he asked her.
"Yes." she sobbed.
"Well, I'm a reasonable guy, I can make that happen." he said sucking his wrist in his mouth and sinking his fangs into the flesh.
Blood seeped into his mouth, as he offered her his wrist, pressing it firmly against her mouth when she didn't accept. She gurgled as his blood slid down her throat, coursing in her veins. He ripped his wrist from her, happy that she had had enough and held her face between his hands.
"Ready?" he asked a rhetorical question.
He gripped her face firmly, twisting it to the side and snapping her neck, allowing her body to fall to the floor.
Damon stepped over her, pulling his shirt back over his wrist as the cut healed itself.
"You can go." he nodded to an unsuspecting girl.
He gripped the girl next to her and drained her in seconds as her friend ran into the distance. He disregarded her body, before running at vampire speed to the girl he had let go.
He stopped in front of her.
"Only joking." he laughed, biting her neck and sucking the contents from her body.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the camp, dumping her body into the pile with her friends.
Damon walked over to the girl he had saved for last. He scanned her face, smiling at her beauty, playing with her hair and running his finger across her full lips.
"You're extremely beautiful." he claimed, tilting his head to the side an examining her face some more.
"Thank you." she sobbed, wanting more than anything for him to let her go.
"Such a waste." he said moving her hair from the side of her neck.
He circled his fingers over her skin, tickling down her collar bone. He edged closer to her, pressing his lips lightly against her neck. He kissed it gently, trailing his kisses over her throat and back to the side of her neck. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her vein, pumping more blood to the surface of her skin.
"I'll make it feel nice." he kissed her neck again.
Damon gently plucked the skin of her neck, making small puncture wounds. He slowly sucked the blood, curving his lips over her flesh as he drank. She flicked her eyes shut as the orgasmic feeling ran through her body, electrifying each and every vein. He held her tight, gently prodding his tongue over the wound, more blood seeping into his mouth with each prod. He sucked a little harder, keeping the sensation pleasurable for her as he felt her heart beat slowing. He dropped to his knees as her body gave out under him, her life nearing its end. He trailed his fingers into her hair and laid her to the floor as he sucked the last drop dry.
Damon sat up and wiped the blood from her neck, placing his fingers on her eyelids and closing them.
Damon sat in the lounge of the boarding house, a glass of bourbon in hand. He sipped at the glass, his eyes glaring in the roaring fire, reminiscing over the events of the night. A smile curved onto his lips as he thought over the killing of each and every one of them. He liked being a vampire, he got a kick out of the fear he evoked in his victims, but he was lonely, his brother wanted nothing to do with him, he had nobody to love or cherish, he was alone and his world was empty. He missed being human, cursing the monster he had become and willing for his human form to return to him, but he knew it never would.
Damon slid the glass onto the coffee table and made his way to his bedroom, the sun would be up soon and he wanted to see it one last time.
He pulled open the curtains, seeing the sun peeking over the horizon, lighting the woods in front of the house. He smiled as the heat radiated through his body, the light shining on his face as it rose above the winter branches. He chewed on his lip as he began to fiddle with his ring, he liked being a vampire but he couldn't do this alone any longer. Just as he pulled the ring from his finger he heard the front door slam.
"Hello?" a women's voice called out.
Damon slid his ring back up his finger and crept to his bedroom door. One more kill wouldn't hurt he thought. He silently made his way down the stairs and into the living room, sneaking up behind her unsuspecting form.
She turned around, her big brown eyes widening as her body came into contact with his.
She gasped, placing her hand on her chest.
"You scared me." she panted, trying to get her breathing to return to normal.
Damon tilted his head, his eyes tracing the lines of her face. She was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. His eyes moved lower, taking in her button nose and her pale pink lips, her olive skin flawless and her frame tiny and delicate. He smiled to himself, her appearance rendering him speechless.
She studied his face, his eyes piercing into hers, their bright blue glint overwhelming her. She swallowed hard, taken aback by how strikingly beautiful he was. She had never thought a man could be beautiful, but there was no other way to describe him. Her eyes roamed his floppy dark hair, his full lips and muscular body. She was instantly attracted to him and she was fighting to hide it.
He saw her blush, feeling her attraction towards him, the power that he had over her. He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, breaking into a smile against her skin.
"I'm Damon."
"Elena"
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