Same Shade of Black
Disclaimer: Haven't you heard this already? IT AINT MINE!ooo part from any c's u dnt recognise and the plot that is all!
Summary: Bonnie has been murdered and Damon is determined to find out who did it. Then to get revenge, to do so he must pay a visit to an old friend and flame, who very nicely puts it "Since when were you the avenging angel kind?"
Sorry this chapter's short but I won't work any other way! Oh well enjoy!
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Never Knew You Cared
Damon looked at the flat tenants on the panel next to the door and chose one of the numbers at random. They were all connected to the same flat anyway. He stepped back from the door and glanced up at the dark, back street block of flats, noting the fire escape on the roof, in case of need of a quick get away.
He heard a clicking of a lock being turned and the door creaking slowly open. A tousled head appear around the door. It looked around, and then saw Damon. The head peered at Damon, pushing the door slightly further open. Damon walked up to the man. "Remember me?" he asked smirking. The man let out a little scream and tried to scamper back round the door but Damon grabbed hold of him around the neck and pushed him up against the wall.
"So, Salvatore," the man hissed, "You're back, how is your little human? Alive and well??" Damon tightened his grip "Didn't know you care Weit, didn't know!" Damon looked the vampire he had pinned to the wall up and down. "You don't look so good, Weit, you're going a very nice purple colour. Now tell me, where is Hexe?" Weit squirmed, his hands pulling at Damon's, trying to prise them off his throat, "How am meant to know?"
Damon squeezed harder, "Alright, Alright! Last I heard she was in New York but she mentioned something about London!" Weit said waving his arms around, "That's all I know, I swear!" Damon relaxed his grip, still holding on. "Are you sure? You know better than to waste my time," he said smiling dangerously. Weit nodded. Damon let go, dumping him in a heap on the floor, "Run away now and keep yourself busy!" he muttered.
Weit scrambled to his feet and fell into the building, closing the door with his feet. Damon smiled grimly. "So Hexe you're hiding in London. Why didn't I think of that?" he mused quietly as he pulled his leather jacket up around his ears and began walking back along the street.
The man landed in the mud with a loud splash, accompanied by the cheers and laughter of the crowd from within the Rose Inn. A woman emerged from the doorway, from which the man had flown, dusting her hands then resting them on her hips. "That'll teach you to try your tricks on me and if you dare come back here again, I'll do more than give you flying lessons!" and with that she turned smartly on her heel, swishing her skirts as she went back inside, slamming the door.
Once inside, she was greeted with the cheers of the inn. She grinned and curtsied elegantly before sauntering back behind the bar. "Hey Miss O'Hara, any chance of a drink for me and my friend?" Miss O'Hara smiled at Jacob Riley, who sat swinging on the bar. "Anything for you Jacob! The usual? And what about your friend?" she asked cheerfully, reaching for a mug. Jacob turned and yelled across the bustling room "Oi! Smith! Get over here!"
A man, tall and commanding pushed his way through the crowd, his cloak drawn around him. He had dark fine hair, which lay perfectly on his head. The women watched with wonder as he crossed the room, whilst the men looked on with jealously. He leant down and rested his arms against the bar. Jacob slapped him on the back "Saira O'Hara, Damon Smith," he introduced.
Saira nodded mutely. Damon let himself smile slightly "Got anything strong?" he asked casually. Saira dropped down and reappeared with a bottle of rum. Damon nodded his consent. She placed the beer and rum on the bar and moved away.
The night passed. As did the next night and the night after that. Damon always came, sometimes with Jacob, most often without. He always sat at the bar and spoke to Saira. He seemed to confide in her and Saira didn't mind. He spoke of all the wrong things he had done, the things he wanted to do. They grew close as friends, whilst he teased and flirted with the other women but Saira never worried, he always came back to her.
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