Duality in the moon
A/N: I guess no one wants to co-write. The idea is still open. (The time is around 1700-1900. Somewhere around there)
Here we go...
Warnings: Damon/other, blood
All in the image
Damon looked around the papers in his bed chamber. He was sitting at an olive wood desk in his olive wood chair. Bear fur was at his feet and a feather pen was on his right. He was going through stacks of papers of people who were making requests or asking for things. It was separated into two stacks. One that was all brown paper of scarps. It was from the peasants. The white paper was from the Lords and Mistresses of said Lords, who were asking permission to come through; either from other countries, places.
Damon sighed and tossed the white pieces of paper over, reaching for the cup of blood on his left. He picked it up and drowned it down, pushing the chair back. It hit the floor with a thud. He stood up and walked over. He was naked. His erection was out and hard, shooting out as if it were a sign.
"Bonnie!" He roared. He placed the cup on the table and walked over towards his bed, standing near it. He began to pace.
Moments not even seconds later; Bonnie came into the room. She had a basket full of clothes and books of all sorts. She had a red headband on her head. Her dress was ripped and blood stained the bottom. Her feet were cut and bleeding from walking through the rose garden.
"Lord?" she bowed and gulped. The basket touched the ground as she bowed. She straighten herself and held her head up high. Damon had a thing for people looking away from him. If you did and in front of him, he would already assume that something isn't right. That that person was hiding something.
"When is Isobel coming through?"
Bonnie began to chew on her lip. "The night, my lord."
"You can call me King. Everyone else does."
"Yes I know, but I whether call you Lord. Suits you." she replied back. She studied her eyes at his desk, all the papers that were stacked there.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm hungry. I have another family slaughtered because the wife wanted to give up her children to have wealth. I have two kids and one dead father of those two kids. Stefan is coming through later on tonight after Isobel. He has matters to discuss. Go down to Lexi and tell her to prepare a feast. I want the hall cleaned and goodness."
Damon swayed alittle and walked over towards his bed. He sat on the edge of it and ran his fingers through his black hair.
"What's wrong? Stress?" she asked him as she walked over towards him. She stepped in between his thighs and set herself on her knees. She ran her hands up and down his legs and Damon laid back into the bed.
"You spoil me." he whispered to her. His arms behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. Bonnie licked her mouth and set her mouth over his erection, taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head and licked the tip.
Damon groaned and his hand went to her hair, ripping off the headband and throwing in on the other side of the bed. He ran his hand through her brown locks and pulled on it, playing with her curls.
"At the end, give me the shatter."
Bonnie nodded her head and continued to please Damon, knowing that after this. He would let her watch the children. She had a fetish for innocent blood. It worked best with spells.
She pumped him up and down with her mouth, faster and faster. He was so close.
She closed her mind off and focused on only them too. She dug her nails into his thighs, hard till they drew blood. She focused on the smell of blood in the room, that was Damon's blood. She used her powers to concentrate on the power, blocking out everything that in his blood. The power. The darkness. The cockiness.
"Do it...Bonnie." Damon thrashed his head from side to side and pushed Bonnie's head down. He held her there as he thrusted up in her mouth, giving her the fast, quick, and deep power thrusts that he was giving her mouth.
Bonnie felt her power come forth. She held it tight and then she let it released.
Damon moaned and bit his lip. His mind was shattering. He felt so much pleasure from his power, his darkness, his cockiness. A image of a young girl with dark brown hair with olive skin was on top of him. She was riding his dick off, tossing her head around and around as if she was riding a bull and loving it.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her down towards his face. He snarled.
"Fuck me, bitch."
He wasn't sure what she looked like. Her hair was always in her face and his. But he saw her brown eyes that had fire in them. He fucked Bonnie's face faster, thinking of her mouth as the girl on top of him.
Bonnie continued going faster and harder.
She wasn't sure where she got the image from but she touched Isobel one time and that's the image that she saw and kept. She showed Damon what it was and he seemed interested in the girl. So, she kept the visual for sexual purposes. If Damon was ever 'hungry' or sex deprived.
He came down her throat seconds later and the image vanished.
Bonnie swallowed it all down and sat up. Damon released his hold from her head and let her go.
She fell back on her knees and licked her lips.
Damon sat up and rubbed his head. He was smiling.
"Thank you. For that, you may take a cup of the children's blood but use one child unless you need the second one. The boy you leave there with the father. The girl you can take away. I don't need anymore maids or cooks. Take her as you're assistant."
Bonnie bowed her head. She got up and went to retrieve her basket.
"Where did you get that image from? Of the girl."
Bonnie tighten her grip on the basket.
"Isobel. I touched her last time she was here and she had that in her mind."
Damon nodded his head and lost himself in thought, laying back on the bed. Bonnie closed the door behind her as she stepped out of the room and raced down the hall, ready to follow Damon's orders and get the girl. She never had an assistant before.
~ . ~
"King, Isobel has arrived." Elijah stepped into the chamber. He had two women on his arms, they were all over him, kissing his neck and whispering dirties in his ear.
"Who are they?" Damon dressed himself as he watch the girls over Elijah, his right hand man. His right hand woman was downstairs.
"Isobel's girls. She brings a clatter of them from France. Me like." Elijah tighten his hold on the girls.
"Where is she?" Damon buttoned up his shirt and picked up the cup of blood that Bonnie had left for him when she had came back. Lexi was mixing blood and herbs and wanted Damon to try it. Damon drunk it down and savored the test. It was...alluring.
He placed the cup back on his desk and walked over towards Elijah. His eyes scanning over the girl's. They were looking up at Elijah. Damon saw bite marks in his neck.
"You may come to the dinner for appearance. After that, you may leave and play with them."
Elijah smiled. "Thanks. They taste like vanilla."
Damon began to laugh and shook his head. He walked past Elijah out into the hall. Elijah following behind him.
It wasn't long that Damon sped down towards the dining area. Elijah did the same.
They arrived in the dining room at the same time and looked at Isobel. She was seated on a chair. Her dress was black with blood red tips. She had her legs crossed and her hair in curls. She was grinning and talking amongst a man that was standing beside her.
Isobel turned to Damon and stood up. She bowed her head and the man beside her did the same.
Damon did it back. Elijah and the girls on his arms did the same.
She sat back down and the man stood behind Isobel. His stare was cold and expressionless as he looked at Elijah, sizing him up.
Damon sat in the chair near the fireplace. The long table was by them, filled with drinks and food. Bodies laid on the table. They were knocked out sleep.
"What brings you here Isobel?" Damon's voice had no emotion in it. It was cold and dead as he was.
"Lord, I have found something that you will like. In my town, Mystic falls. I have saw two brides that I have welcomed to my castle. A Katherine and Elena Pierce. They are twins." She was smirking.
Damon rolled his eyes.
"Why are you telling me this? What's so important?"
Isobel ran her fingers over her other hand.
"They are beautiful. Exotic, one might say. I want to introduce them both to you so you may chose a Queen. You being along so long makes us others wonder about your sexuality, King."
Damon scowled at her. His eyebrows coming together for a second before making a caterpillar.
"Isobel, watch your tongue. I will cut it out." He smiled at her. "Now do you have a painting of these twins that you say, I will be interested in."
"John," Isobel didn't even look at the man beside her as he sped off, leaving a blur in his wake. He came back and held a long portrait in his hands. He came up to Damon and handed it to him. Damon looked at Isobel before looking down. " John was their father before I turned him. He's an excellent lover. But those are his daughters. He wants to thank you for giving him the life he now shares by giving up one of his daughters to you. You need a Queen. These are two human girls. Pick one. I can bring them both down here or you come up with me to Mystic Falls."
Damon curled his lip, clicking his tongue in his mouth. He looked over the portrait in his hands and his mouth almost dropped.
It was her!
The image of her in his mind when him and Bonnie did the thing that he loved.
But there was two of her.
One had long curly hair, it was pinned up by clips. She wore a black dress and was standing up. She had her hands over each other on the girl sitting down's shoulder. She was smirking. She had cold hard brown eyes. The other was sitting down. She was smiling and had dark brown eyes as her sister's but hers were filled with happiness. She wore a soft green dress that reminded him of his brother's eyes. Her hair was straight and down her shoulders as she held a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
Damon looked over the portrait for a long time before he let it stand beside his chair.
He looked at Isobel and crossed his fingers over his lap.
"I'll think about it. Elijah take the portrait to my room and have Bonnie hang it for you. I will have dinner with Isobel, catch up. Take her pet John with her."
"Yes King." The women picked up the portrait and and Isobel told John to leave so he could follow behind Elijah. They left the room, leaving Isobel and Damon alone.
They sat across from each other.
"I think you are interested, Damon. You just have to see which one you want." Isobel was biting on her lip, looking around his castle. Her eyes stared at the bodies laid out on the table as one of them woke up.
She sped over towards the body and picked the man up by his neck. She looked into his eyes.
"You will grab a knife and slit your wrist and fill up as many cups as you can before you die."
His eyes were expression as she let him down and he walked over towards the other side, picking up a knife and cutting it deep across his wrist. He hovered his wrist over each cup, filling each one, to the rim before he moved on.
Isobel turned towards Damon.
"Let's drink."
Isobel walked over towards the man. He was looking slightly pale. His body looked like he was in the process of shedding. There were five cups in front of him. He filled the sixth one to the rim before he fell to the floor from blood loss. Isobel picked up the last cup that he filled and brought it to her lips. She took a deep sip and her body reacted. Her nipples harden under her dress. She wasn't wearing a chemise, found no use for the thing.
"I smell innocent blood. What are you doing?" Isobel smirked. She drowned the liquid and grabbed two more cups, placing the empty one back on the table. She walked back over towards Damon and handed him a glass. He took it from her and held it in his hands.
"A woman wanted to sell her children to me for wealth among us. Elijah slashed her head off. We turned her husband and we kept the children." Damon took a sip of the liquid and let it slid down his throat. " Me being King. I make simple rules. One you must invite me and Elijah into the house, always. Two, always at night at least have some tight of blood on your door. Keeps the wolves at bay when they turn because if there is no red on your day. You're going to die by wolves or the rouge vampires. Three, never add an addition to your family without asking me first and the only way to get a hold of is send a letter. I'll read and deny, most likely. Isobel, I'm a male with needs. I'd whether me have a woman doing the things that I do. In three months, Father is coming back from Europe and Stefan is coming later on tonight. I want to show that I've made some improvement, that everything is going as well as I'm hoping it should be."
Isobel drowned the glass and placed it on the table. She looked at him as he continued.
"All I really hope for is that these humans will stop trying to be what we are. I'm a vampire. I was one of the first vampires to ever step foot in this god forsaken place. I've ruled for over one thousand years. I have a castle filled with minions and I have bed warmers and bed chamber maids. I have people, men, wolves loyal to me and yet I want them all gone. Most of the humans here are plotting my death and I have to have Lexi read each one, just in case. I find sex less enjoyable now. Only time I really get off is if I fuck Bonnie and even that is getting tasteless. I want something more, Izzy.'
Isobel stood there in shock. He never used her nickname unless he was upset. She went over towards him and patted him on his back.
"Damon, I must tell you. I can't help with all of that but I can take you away. Let Stefan watch the house and we'll go back to my plane. My kingdom. I'll show you the girls and you get time away. I'm a woman. I know exactly what you need."
Damon scoffed. "What's that?"
"Love." she replied in her softest tone and picked up other body. She shook the girl till she woke. The girl did and she ripped her clothes, letting her stand naked in front of her. She snarled and let her demon come forth. She tore into the girl's neck. Damon didn't want to comment on what Isobel said and tore the other side. The girl screamed and screamed. Isobel and Damon slapped their hands over the girl's mouth to silence.
Lexi and other chamber maids came into the dining hall. They ripped the bodies from the tables and bit into their sleeping forms, waking them.
It was dinner time.
Second chapter; how was that?
I guess I decided to update while AmberTardcake looks over PDS. It's a train wreck I tell you