IM BACK!
okay everybody... the 2 of you still reading this.. here you go.. chapter.. 5... i might even be longer...WOW... oh... by the way... this is gona get a bit dark... damon is a bit of a dark character... like really dark... if for some reason you want to know more please email me and ill send you the diary for some back ground reading... or maybe ill post it... if you want me to post it... let me know... its a bit messy.. but i might be able to get some other characters..
also thanks to bunniculasama for betaing for me! YEAH SARA!
By the time Damon finished the hack code her deadline had come and gone and the e-mail indicator was flashing menacingly at her from the corner of her computer screen. Shutting her eyes, she let out a soft sigh and opened the window to read the brief e-mail.
-Red Nite you are late. should have rescheduled. 5 NITE STAND chat at 2100 friday. dont be late. Black Nite-
A string of elaborate curses ran though Damon's head but she choose instead to take a deep breath and mail her code to the sender with a short apology. The moment she clicked the send button, her cell phone chimed merrily, announcing the text message that just arrived.
Well wasn't she just a popular little goth girl today.
This message however, was almost as upsetting as the previous communique - This one was from her sister -Went out with gang left you cuz you were busy back late dont wait-
They had left her. They had left without her. Damon's mind stopped and went blank as she tried to comprehend what just happened. After everything she had seen, done, been through the idea that her could pack leave her behind did not compute.
Time stopped as Damon got up and reached for her bag. With a mind of its own, her hand slipped into a small pocket concealed within the depths of her ever present black bag. From it she pulls out a small container of silver exacto blades. Her normally blue eyes go gray as she walks to her bed and pulls one tiny delicate blade from the plastic tube. The simple contact with the silver makes her skin itch but long hours of drawing red lines on her veins with the blades had steadied her hand.
An instant before the blade can mar her arm she stops. Knowing this was not going to fix anything this time, she dropped the exacto blade, choosing instead to stand quickly and pack a pair of pants, a shirt, and few other bits into her little black backpack. Shouldering the bag, she leaves the room and sets the plastic vial on the kitchen counter in exchange for a picture set next to the wall.
It was the one picture Rose could get the pack to stay still for. Ash is in the front sitting cross legged in his black shirt and BSD's, his red hair flying in all directions. Cain was next to him in a chair his Armani suit crisp as ever and Seth sat along side Cain with his back to him. His usual coy smile curled his lips as he gazed at the camera.
In the back row sat Danny and Damon with Rose falling on top of them. Danny's blond hair had fallen into green eyes as he caught Damon. She'd been knocked from her perch when Rose had lunged into the picture. Damon's blue eyes were wide with confusion as Danny's arms circled her. She remember flailing her arms wildly, reaching for anything to stop her fall, and in her panic had grabbed a grinning Ash. The picture had caught Rose in mid-air, her shoulder grabbed by the startled goth in the middle.
Damon gazed at the photo fondly, her chalk white face molding blood red lips into a smile. It was a shame it all had to end. Mildly embarrassed at the potential of being caught in such a sentimental state, she cast her eyes side to side furtively, looking around like a thief. Never the less, the picture went in to the little black back pack as well.