Playful
He savoured in the shock written plain on Bonnies pretty little face as he named their location.Then realising she was still unable to speak he took a firm hold of her hand and led her into the house, grinning as she stared aimlessly at their interlaced fingers.
She finally got over the shock and managed to strangle out a."I can't stay here!"
"And why is that cara?"He said, still leading her toward the stairs.
She stuttered."Because...because...because my mom always said never stay with gorgeous Italian vampires."He smiled as she fumbled to correct her sentence."I...I mean...uh-"
"I know what you mean cara."Damon grinned wolfishly as her cheeks turned light shaded crimson.Her cheeks the same colour as her curls made it almost impossible to tell her face from her hair.
Before she could comment he pulled her into the lavish midnight blue master bedroom."This is my room,"he stated, simply.It was utilitarian with a kingsized four poster bed covered in saphire silk sheets.Italian styled sofas rested in one corner while a beautifully crafted armoir and chest of drawers lined the far wall and the wall opposite the bed.But what fixated Bonnies attention most was the large display cabinet housing a varied amount of weapons.It made Damon feel...playful.
He took three fluid steps over to the cabinet, removing his Japanese Kitana and made a practice X motion."Impressive aren't they?"He said, his eyes never leaving Bonnie.She stared at him blankly."This is one of my favourite weapons, I used it a lot during the revolution."He replaced it and pulled out a double edged axe."And this, I used on a particularly evil type of bastard just after I was changed."He made a few savage sweeps, making the heavy weighted weapon look light as a feather.He next brought out two intricate silver daggers with wolf carved hilts.Damon watched Bonnie try to follow the swift movements he made with the daggers."And these I use when I'm bored."
Bonnie just blinked."Oh I'm sorry cara, you must be tired let me show you to your room."He took her hand again and led her to the door around the bed and to the right."And this piccola strega, is your room."With a flourish he opened the door and pushed her inside, it was similar to his own only this time the linens were cream and the room was minus a weapons cabinet.
Bonnie was still mute.Finally at the request of his stomache he moved to leave."I will leave you to rest cara."He told her."But remember, MY door is always open!"And with that he closed the door
As he turned to leave his own room he heard her mutter."Oh that makes me feel so safe."Damon smiled to himself, she'd changed.No longer outspoken and no longer a young fearful girl.He shook his head, don't even think of it.He ordered to himself,she's trouble.
With orders to his staff that Ms McCullough was not to leave her room, he made his way back to town.
He savoured in the shock written plain on Bonnies pretty little face as he named their location.Then realising she was still unable to speak he took a firm hold of her hand and led her into the house, grinning as she stared aimlessly at their interlaced fingers.
She finally got over the shock and managed to strangle out a."I can't stay here!"
"And why is that cara?"He said, still leading her toward the stairs.
She stuttered."Because...because...because my mom always said never stay with gorgeous Italian vampires."He smiled as she fumbled to correct her sentence."I...I mean...uh-"
"I know what you mean cara."Damon grinned wolfishly as her cheeks turned light shaded crimson.Her cheeks the same colour as her curls made it almost impossible to tell her face from her hair.
Before she could comment he pulled her into the lavish midnight blue master bedroom."This is my room,"he stated, simply.It was utilitarian with a kingsized four poster bed covered in saphire silk sheets.Italian styled sofas rested in one corner while a beautifully crafted armoir and chest of drawers lined the far wall and the wall opposite the bed.But what fixated Bonnies attention most was the large display cabinet housing a varied amount of weapons.It made Damon feel...playful.
He took three fluid steps over to the cabinet, removing his Japanese Kitana and made a practice X motion."Impressive aren't they?"He said, his eyes never leaving Bonnie.She stared at him blankly."This is one of my favourite weapons, I used it a lot during the revolution."He replaced it and pulled out a double edged axe."And this, I used on a particularly evil type of bastard just after I was changed."He made a few savage sweeps, making the heavy weighted weapon look light as a feather.He next brought out two intricate silver daggers with wolf carved hilts.Damon watched Bonnie try to follow the swift movements he made with the daggers."And these I use when I'm bored."
Bonnie just blinked."Oh I'm sorry cara, you must be tired let me show you to your room."He took her hand again and led her to the door around the bed and to the right."And this piccola strega, is your room."With a flourish he opened the door and pushed her inside, it was similar to his own only this time the linens were cream and the room was minus a weapons cabinet.
Bonnie was still mute.Finally at the request of his stomache he moved to leave."I will leave you to rest cara."He told her."But remember, MY door is always open!"And with that he closed the door
As he turned to leave his own room he heard her mutter."Oh that makes me feel so safe."Damon smiled to himself, she'd changed.No longer outspoken and no longer a young fearful girl.He shook his head, don't even think of it.He ordered to himself,she's trouble.
With orders to his staff that Ms McCullough was not to leave her room, he made his way back to town.
