Damon was behind the wooden cross at the snap of a finger, eyeing the points of the iron stakes peeping through the other side. As futile as it was, he decided to pull a scarf from his coat and wipe his face of blood before rounding the side of the cross. He adjusted his hair and smoothed his coat for good measure. As he rounded the other side of the cross he became awestruck by her beauty once again, but could not bear to see her tied up any longer. He laid a hand gently on her calf as he looked up to her troublesome appearance and gripped the stake firmly. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, eliciting no response. After he braced himself he tore the stake from her leg and was stunned by the remarkably alarmed scream that resonated through her body for being so weak. Her head jolted backwards against the ropes and she cried out in pain, immersing Damon into an empathetic trepidation. Blinking rapidly, he gawked at her wound, seeping fresh blood down her leg that sent his pulse racing.
He pulled each stake with increased hastening whilst savoring guiltily in her crescendo of cries. Every time he ripped at her wounds she sent gratifying chills down his spine that tantalized him with dangerous intensity. At the last stake in her right arm she spat down at him to stop, and as he looked up into her teary face he could not help but feel a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. "Please..." She choked, begging for the merciless pain to cease. But as he looked away and closed his eyes, he found it easier to bring himself to pull the stake from her arm and listen to her ghastly shriek. She thrashed about to the best of her ability, her chest heaving from the labor of it all, never meeting eyes with her torturer. Moments later she fell still, trembling slightly with the hushed sobs that lulled her quickly into unconsciousness.
Damon promptly tore at the ropes that bonded her to the grotesque cross, freeing her legs, then arms in one rapid motion until he finally freed her head. In an instant she slumped over onto his shoulders, the powerful aroma decorating her was nearly too much for him to resist as her neck grazed his face. He carefully laid her upon the bed of leaves and surveyed the area around them. As he kneeled beside her the smell of blood from her gaping wounds compelled him to indulge further. His heart throbbed in his chest as he bit his lip, craving nothing more than the simplicity of her taste on his tongue. Lusty inhibitions coarsed through him at the sight of her beneath the gown, enticing an invigorating sensation right through his anatomy.
The magnified feelings of empowerment quelled his doubts and persuaded him to carelessly bend his head to closer to her. Scanning her face, his skin pricked with excitement as he laid eyes upon her delicate features. With the assurance she would not stir he moved his face towards her neck he entwined his hand in her silky tress, bringing his other to move the portion away from her delicate neck, electrifying his fingertips all the while. His nose trailed dizzily from her collar to beneath her chin, leisurely drinking in her exquisite elixir and drugging himself with perilous thoughts. The thrumming of his weakness against his skull fueled his wants, his urges. With an unwavering resolution his abrupt grazing of her skin with his teeth came as a welcomed surprise; the first tiny trickle of blood cradled her neck as it streamed downward. Panting sensuously, he found himself overcome with habitual self-indulgence and glided his tongue with ease along her warmth. The instant her essence met his tongue it sent exotic thrills pulsating through his nerves, his blood, his brain as it struggled to maintain awareness of its surroundings. Every sense engulfed him, rushing and colliding with one another to create a sublime chaos he'd never in his lifetime experienced.
Damon removed his face in stupefied splendor, his eyes rolling back to soak in the pleasure that radiated from his head. His lips tingled numbly with her blood, exciting his arms with raised hairs as he drank in the satisfaction of it all. Under the glow of the moon her wet eyelashes twinkled as her eyes fluttered open to his sustained moans of joie de vivre. As he opened his eyes to luxuriate in the presence of her beauty, his smile quickly vanished from his features and his expression grew quite serious as he locked with her horrified gape. He could feel the tension rise up through her body in eminent eruption, and brought his hand to her lips before she could scream in protest.
"Please, please be quiet!" He asked desperately against her resistance, suddenly anxious at the reality of being caught in the guilty act. She mumbled into his palm and squirmed beside him. As he raised a finger to his nose for her noises to subside, she threw her fist to the side of his face, reeling when it met his cold, stoney cheek. Damon remained still for a moment, the impact igniting his fiery nature, and turned his face back to bore dangerous immediacy into her eyes. "Don't...tempt me." He fumed, but without rationalizing his power she bit down into the flesh of his hand, launching him into a frenzied rage. He tore his hand from her mouth and shoved her arms into the ground by her sides. Her eyes widened in terror as her heart fluttered violently, and she jerked her head to escape his gaze.
"You've far exhausted my patience, but I'm afraid I cannot...should not kill you." His eyes dilated as he spoke, lulling her into obedience. "You will cease to attempt evasion, and you will do as I say." He smoldered, examining her face as his eyes returned to normal.
"I will do as you say..." Her tone trailed off dreamily as her tinted accent streamed through his ears. Her doe eyes eased and her muscles relaxed as Damon ascended to stand above her. When he peered down into her gratifyingly peaceful face, he could not refrain from absentmindedly pacing beside her, running his hands through his thick locks as he contemplated what actions to proceed with. He found this process an increasingly desperate struggle to think of anything but biting into pure euphoria once again. Trailing his tongue along her perfect thighs would bring him an infinite amount of joy. No. No, he had to devise an explanation for this all, a plan of action for the woman on the ground beside him.
"Monsieur, my legs- they hurt terribly so." She stated faintly, awakening the seriousness of her injuries once again. And once again, he had let himself indulge selfishly and ignorantly. "You fool!" He mumbled to himself and he dropped to his knees beside her once again. She stared at him as if he were insane, but said nothing more. Perhaps the crazy man would end her misery after all.
He yanked at his woolen coat sleeves and brought his face down to his arm in one incredibly fast motion. "Here," He said, biting at his wrist. The blood trailed down his clenched fist as he brought it to her face ", you must drink to heal your wounds." Her expression became sickly in an instant, and she shook her head side to side with her nose scrunched.
"You must to live!" He roared, and deciding the statement was entirely one sided and opinionated, he continued with, "Do you wish to live?" He questioningly provoked over her. She did not seem any more willing. Before any more signs of protest evolved he thrust his wrist onto her mouth. She scratched at his arm wildly, mumbling against his skin, but as the thick fluid flowed into her mouth she allowed her eyes to drift closed and sucked willingly. She inhaled a deep breath through her nose, her shaky hand gripping his arm, and began drinking with much enthusiasm. Her soft moans of enjoyment vibrated his limb, driving Damon mad with carnal arousal as he stroked her hair and brought her up closer to him.
"Ah, ah that is alright," He panted, licking his lips steamily ",you have had quite enough now." The subdued feeling of weakness started to permeate through his arm up to his shoulder. She extracted herself from his arm with a pleasurable noise as her eyes fell back, going slack in his grip underneath her. Taken by surprise at her response, he shook her gently. "Miss?" He asked, hints of worry surfacing in his tone. She did not stir. He felt her wrist and assessed her pulse throbbing on, assuring that her safety was managed, and lifted her in his arms. Her head fell back against his arm and her hair swayed along in motion to his movement. How would he even begin to explain the events of the evening to Stefan? To Alexia? He shuddered at the thought of the much older vampire becoming enraged with him, and set off to face the two at the Salvatore estate illuminated through the nearing cluster of trees.