Damon instinctively took off in the direction, of the apartment where he'd spent most of his day. He ignored the screams for help, and angrily pushed his way through the crowd of panicked people.
At first he didn't notice the weird screeching sound, through the general noise, but it quickly turned louder, and louder. It came from above.
A kid Damon had just pushed away from his path, lifted a shaking hand and pointed up. Damon's eyes followed the direction. If he could have turned any paler than his vampire skin already made him, he would have.
A train was rolling towards the huge gap in the rails above them. There was no way it would be able to stop in time.
Around them other people saw the immediate danger, and started running wild. Without thinking Damon scooped up the kid and pressed forward, but the massive crowd made it impossible to move fast enough. They wouldn't be able to make it.
Not wasting time to look up as the train sped into nothing but the thin air, Damon grabbed the small boy in his arms tighter and jumped with all the force he could manage. They flew above the people around them in a wide arch before crashing hard against the wall of a building to the left.
At the exact same time, the train mowed into the concrete. The ground shook. But it didn't stop. The momentum was to big. The train cars unhatched from each other started tumbling and sliding in all directions crunching everything in their way; bodies, cars, buildings.
"Oh, come on!" Damon moaned. It felt like the world moved in slow-motion as one of the train cars roared towards the spot he had just landed. He shot a glance to the now unconscious child in his arms. The boy reminded him slightly of the kid Yuki had dragged home back in the days.
In that moment Damon decided that the boy would have to survive. A large pile of debris blocked the road to his left, straight ahead was the speeding train car, he had his back against the wall. There was only one way.
Damon darted to the right easily manouvering over the shattered pavement. The train kept coming. He could feel the heat the friction of the massive thing generated, on his back.
A little bit farther down the sidewalk there was an alleyway. If he could just reach it in time. He gathered all his strength for a second leap, but he was too late. The monstrous piece of metal hit him throwing him forward. He felt how his grip on the kid slipped. No!
When Kirya came to, she didn't believe her own eyes. The air was heavy with smoke and ashes. She coughed, and weakly pushed herself up on an elbow. Her whole body ached. She closed her eyes for a minute trying to get herself under control. Drawing in a deep breath she winced. Even breathing hurt.
A shrill melody sounded and it took a while before she recognized it as her phone ringing. Suddenly in panic she clumsily searched her pockets. The phone had surprisingly hardly a scratch. Not even checking the caller id she answered the call.
"Damon?" It couldn't be anyone else.
The other end of the line was silent for a moment, then...
"So he's not with you?" What the...?
Kirya's mind started clearing a bit.
"Stefan?" On the phone the two brothers sounded almost totally alike, Kirya thought.
A sigh came through the speakers. "Yes."
"What just happened?"
"Terror attack."
"Where's Damon? is he..." Stefan broke her off.
"Miss Black, I don't have time for this. I haven't seen my brother since morning, and his phone goes directly to voicemail." His voice was cold when he continued. "If you see him tell him that he'll find me at the boarding house. He needs to get out of town as well."
Kirya tried to wrap her mind around the information.
"But what if he's hurt? He left hours ago. We need to find him."
"Feel free to do whatever you like, but if I were you I would get the hell out of wherever you are, and away from this fucking town." Kirya was shocked, Stefan Salvatore never cursed. "Damon is a vampire, and a strong one. I'm gathering that he has fed recently, which make it really unlikely that he's hurt. And you would do well not to be seen in the company of a vampire. If you haven't noticed, that is what this attack is about."
Kirya didn't know what to say to all the information she'd just received. She just sat on the sidewalk with the phone pressed to her ear.
"Don't waste your time trying to reach me on this phone, I'm gonna ditch it soon. If you see him, give him my message." With those words he hung up.
Kirya looked dumbfounded at the display. Biting her lip she quickly found Damon's number in her list of contacts and dialed. Straight to voicemail. Shit.
She slowly put the phone back into her pocket. She needed to get moving, she realized. With a lot of moaning and wincing she got to her feet. She inspected herself. Her clothes where completely ruined. She was bleeding several places, and her head and right side hurt like a bitch, probably from her fall. Nothing seemed to be broken though.
She didn't linger on herself long, though.
Where would he have gone? Probably some bar drinking either scotch or some unfortunate guy. She started walking in the direction of downtown. She would try the bar they had hung out in the other day.
The streets were desserted, and Kirya couldn't help but wonder were everyone had gone. How long had she been out for?
As she closed in on downtown the destruction became worse. It felt almost like a dream, well more like a nightmare, to walk through the streets she knew so well, and hardly be able to recognize them. Wrecked, abandoned cars and debris blocked her way several times, making her progress slow and cumbersome. Bodies started laying on the sidewalk, smashed under crumbled buildings. She checked for vitals on the first couple she encountered, but soon just tried to ignore the twisted remains of people. It was all she could do not to throw up.
The living started appearing as well. Some crying, sitting on the concrete or walking without aim others running panicked. Kirya ignored it all. She just walked, or climbed when it was needed. This was hell.
A few people tried talking to her, asking her for help. If they were insisting enough she explained in few words that she had to find someone, before picking up her pace and leaving them behind. She knew she should try to help, but she felt hollow inside. Actually it was like she wasn't able to feel at all. The only thing that resounded inside her was her need to find him. He had to be okay. When she knew that, she could deal with the rest of the world.
Cold. He felt cold. Damon couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this. Well, actually he couldn't really feel anything but numbness and the shivering cold. The world seemed silent. It was such a contrast to the roaring hell before. He wondered if this was what the true death felt like.
Then a weak moan slid through the silence, and with it the sense of smell. He could feel his fangs starting to grow, and the pulsing in his temples which always was how it felt when he was hunting. He opened his eyes, looking around. He could move his head with difficulty, but his body was pinned between crumbled metal and something that seemed like a chair?
It took him a bit to realize where he was. When the train had hit him, he had been pushed forward at first, then it had hit something, probably a wall. Damon had lost consciousness. It seemed that he had been pressed through the windshield by the impact. Small shards of glass was everywhere.
The smell of blood was threatening to overwhelm him. Not more than three feet from him lay a crumbled figure. That was where the blood and the moans originated. Damon knew he was hurt bad, he needed to feed. He needed to feed now!
Desperately he tried to reach out for the person, who was laying so mockingly close. But his arm didn't respond to the signals coming from his brain. When he finally gave up, he was exhausted, another new feeling.
For the first time he looked down at himself. His body was lying in all kinds of impossible angles. Broken spine... and broken everything else, he realized dazed. That's why I can't move.
The guy kept moaning. It was annoying and deeply frustrating.
"Oh shut up," Damon rasped, his mouth dry. The man didn't seem to hear, he probably couldn't. Even in his own weak state, Damon could see how life was leaving him.
He felt like he'd laid there for hours, but maybe it was only minutes, or merely seconds. Damon didn't know. Then a blinding light appeared to his right. It was only there for a second, before a dark silhouette covered it.
Damon tried to focus. It seemed to become harder and harder. The silhouette came nearer, easily crawling in trough the jumbled mess of jagged metal. Acting purely on reflex Damon snapped at the hand that was reached out toward him.
"Whoa there. I'm not edible." That voice... Where had he heard it before?
The world suddenly came into focus, as something was pressed against his mouth. As he fed from the offered bloodbag, he saw his savior clearly. What the...?
"You know I didn't think you were one for public transport? The Damon I knew used to prefer sports cars."
"Still do," Damon croaked as he licked the last drops of blood from his lips. Then, already feeling the blood taking effect in his body, he caught the others dark eyes.
"Long time no see, Yuki."
Yuki smiled. "Right back at ya." Looking him over he added: "Now let us get you the fuck out of here."
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