I wanted to say thanks to all of those who reviewed my last chapter. I was
going to thank you all separately, but since Fanfiction.net wont let me see
the reviews. . . I cant! But Neva Mind :o| Any way a big THANKS
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CHAPTER 4
Damon let the body fall towards the ground with a smile. The human hit the floor with a loud thump and he looked at it in disgust. He never normally killed his victims but right now he needed all the strength he could get. The blood rushed through his veins and stated his hunger but only succeeded in returning half of the strength he had lost. Growling low in his throat he looked down at the dead girl at his feet. Crouching down he brushed the red curls from her face and scowled. For a moment he imagined that the body was Bonnie's but the illusion didn't last long. No the real girl he was after wouldn't get such a quick death.
Quickly standing, Damon kicked at the body at his feet and give a satisfied smile as it rolled further into the shadows.
Stepping back into the main room, he glared at the remaining four humans at the bar. Licking his lips he walked confidently over to them. "Hello there- " he began, as a cruel smile appeared over his handsome features.
What happened next was nothing but a blur. Before anyone had a chance to move or speak, Damon had already sunk his fangs into the man closest to him and drained him swiftly. Dumping the now lifeless body to the floor, he smiled ferociously at the remaining three men and advanced slowly on the one closest to him. The stupid human was frozen in fear, his eyes wide in disbelief and denial and a combination of whimpers escaped his throat. Damon sighed. It was no fun when they didn't fight. Moving faster than the eye could follow, he grabbed the man by the throat and proceeded to throw him over his shoulder. There was a satisfying crack as the mortal hit the floor and the annoying whimpering ceased.
To his left, the barman-a large scruffy-looking man, pulled a baseball bat from behind the counter. Damon studied him for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing. The man was terrified and he had every right to be. Turning to face him, the Italian vampire waited for the barman to react. When he didn't, Damon rolled his eyes and growled-making sure to show his fangs.
It was then that he got his desired effect. The man's eyes widened so far that white could be seen all around the iris and his mouth hung open in silent disbelief. Smiling, he took a step closer to the bar and spoke. "Are you planning on using that?" he asked sarcastically, motioning to the wooden bat that was clasped tightly in the mortal's hand. When he received no answer, he sighed in disappointment.
Victims just weren't as vocal as they used to be.
A sound to his left quickly caught his attention. Taking his eyes of the bar man in front of him, he turned to face the new threat . . . and laughed.
Rushing towards him was a very muscled man dressed in old tattered jeans and a meshed top. He had large tattoos covering most of his body and quite a few piercing covering his face. He had his hands clenched, shoulders hunched and legs slightly bent as he charged towards him.
Rolling his eyes, Damon remained perfectly still and then at the last moment he reacted. Twisting to his right, he avoided the incoming impact. Lashing out he grabbed the man around the throat and quickly sunk his fangs into his neck. The man in his arms struggled and cried out in pain, but soon went limp and the vampire released him to the floor.
For a few moments, Damon remained still and allowed the sensations of a fresh kill was over him. The blood warmed him stomach and flooded through his veins in zigzags of pure pleasure. The life essence flooded through his body in waves of liquid heat and restored him to his full strength. He had never fed this deep in decades and right now he was completely full.
A motion to his right caught his attention. The bar man having over come his shock was swinging the baseball bat at his head. Reaching up he grabbed it in mid swing and turned to face the owner, with a cruel predatory smirk on his blood stained lips.
The human tightened his grip and tried to pull the bat out of Damon's grasp. His muscles strained with the effort, but not once did it budge.
In a show of strength, he crushed the bat in his hand, shattering the solid wood into thousands of broken shards. "Your lucky" Damon growled "That I'm no longer hungry. However" he spoke "I hate it when people attack me"
And with that he snapped the mans neck with a flick of his wrist and sent him crashing to the floor.
Shrugging, Damon straightened his shirt and brushed off a few small shards of wood form his clothes. Licking his lips to remove the last traces of blood, he slowly walked out of the sleazy bar and into the bright sunlight. Gazing around he noticed that there was no one passing, climbing into his car he switched the engine on and flicked on the radio. Turning the volume up loudly he pulled away from the curb and sped quickly down the road.
"Watch out Bonnie . . . here I come"
1860 miles away in Fells Church, a red hared physic looked up startled.
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AUTHORS NOTE How didya like Damon in this chapter? I love writing him when he's bad n evil. Damon is a character that cannot and will not ever let some one tame him and I'm going to keep that in mind when I'm writing this fic. This fic is a Bonnie/Damon but if she wants him that bad she's going to have to accept him for what he is . . . that's if Damon and her illness doesn't kill her first.
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I know that this chapter was short, and that they all are, but when I have the two characters interacting the chapters will be longer :o)
PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think.
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CHAPTER 4
Damon let the body fall towards the ground with a smile. The human hit the floor with a loud thump and he looked at it in disgust. He never normally killed his victims but right now he needed all the strength he could get. The blood rushed through his veins and stated his hunger but only succeeded in returning half of the strength he had lost. Growling low in his throat he looked down at the dead girl at his feet. Crouching down he brushed the red curls from her face and scowled. For a moment he imagined that the body was Bonnie's but the illusion didn't last long. No the real girl he was after wouldn't get such a quick death.
Quickly standing, Damon kicked at the body at his feet and give a satisfied smile as it rolled further into the shadows.
Stepping back into the main room, he glared at the remaining four humans at the bar. Licking his lips he walked confidently over to them. "Hello there- " he began, as a cruel smile appeared over his handsome features.
What happened next was nothing but a blur. Before anyone had a chance to move or speak, Damon had already sunk his fangs into the man closest to him and drained him swiftly. Dumping the now lifeless body to the floor, he smiled ferociously at the remaining three men and advanced slowly on the one closest to him. The stupid human was frozen in fear, his eyes wide in disbelief and denial and a combination of whimpers escaped his throat. Damon sighed. It was no fun when they didn't fight. Moving faster than the eye could follow, he grabbed the man by the throat and proceeded to throw him over his shoulder. There was a satisfying crack as the mortal hit the floor and the annoying whimpering ceased.
To his left, the barman-a large scruffy-looking man, pulled a baseball bat from behind the counter. Damon studied him for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing. The man was terrified and he had every right to be. Turning to face him, the Italian vampire waited for the barman to react. When he didn't, Damon rolled his eyes and growled-making sure to show his fangs.
It was then that he got his desired effect. The man's eyes widened so far that white could be seen all around the iris and his mouth hung open in silent disbelief. Smiling, he took a step closer to the bar and spoke. "Are you planning on using that?" he asked sarcastically, motioning to the wooden bat that was clasped tightly in the mortal's hand. When he received no answer, he sighed in disappointment.
Victims just weren't as vocal as they used to be.
A sound to his left quickly caught his attention. Taking his eyes of the bar man in front of him, he turned to face the new threat . . . and laughed.
Rushing towards him was a very muscled man dressed in old tattered jeans and a meshed top. He had large tattoos covering most of his body and quite a few piercing covering his face. He had his hands clenched, shoulders hunched and legs slightly bent as he charged towards him.
Rolling his eyes, Damon remained perfectly still and then at the last moment he reacted. Twisting to his right, he avoided the incoming impact. Lashing out he grabbed the man around the throat and quickly sunk his fangs into his neck. The man in his arms struggled and cried out in pain, but soon went limp and the vampire released him to the floor.
For a few moments, Damon remained still and allowed the sensations of a fresh kill was over him. The blood warmed him stomach and flooded through his veins in zigzags of pure pleasure. The life essence flooded through his body in waves of liquid heat and restored him to his full strength. He had never fed this deep in decades and right now he was completely full.
A motion to his right caught his attention. The bar man having over come his shock was swinging the baseball bat at his head. Reaching up he grabbed it in mid swing and turned to face the owner, with a cruel predatory smirk on his blood stained lips.
The human tightened his grip and tried to pull the bat out of Damon's grasp. His muscles strained with the effort, but not once did it budge.
In a show of strength, he crushed the bat in his hand, shattering the solid wood into thousands of broken shards. "Your lucky" Damon growled "That I'm no longer hungry. However" he spoke "I hate it when people attack me"
And with that he snapped the mans neck with a flick of his wrist and sent him crashing to the floor.
Shrugging, Damon straightened his shirt and brushed off a few small shards of wood form his clothes. Licking his lips to remove the last traces of blood, he slowly walked out of the sleazy bar and into the bright sunlight. Gazing around he noticed that there was no one passing, climbing into his car he switched the engine on and flicked on the radio. Turning the volume up loudly he pulled away from the curb and sped quickly down the road.
"Watch out Bonnie . . . here I come"
1860 miles away in Fells Church, a red hared physic looked up startled.
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AUTHORS NOTE How didya like Damon in this chapter? I love writing him when he's bad n evil. Damon is a character that cannot and will not ever let some one tame him and I'm going to keep that in mind when I'm writing this fic. This fic is a Bonnie/Damon but if she wants him that bad she's going to have to accept him for what he is . . . that's if Damon and her illness doesn't kill her first.
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I know that this chapter was short, and that they all are, but when I have the two characters interacting the chapters will be longer :o)
PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think.
