Okay, firstly I need to tell all of you how terribly sorry I am for posting this new chapter so late. It was just hard for me to figure out where the plot should go. I think I did pretty good though. And I made it a bit longer to get back into your graces ;-)
(Spoiler below!)
I just saw the last two episodes of TVD yesterday, and wow, what a finale. I think the best moment was when Klaus came to help everyone out, and told Caroline how Tyler might be her first love, but he intended to be her last... How cute was that?!
Anyway, here is my latest addition to 'Black Night'...
Enjoy, and feel free to tell me what you think...
Damon was furious and hungry, which usually was a very poor cocktail. He did try to contain it though, since the old couple in front of him was important to Kirya.
The man who had presented himself as Thomas Darren looked questionly at Damon, and he realized he had slipped out of the conversation, his eyes focusing in on the almost invisible pulse beating at the old mans neck.
"Sorry," he shook his head and let a hand run through his already ruffled black hair. He forced a smile on to his lips. "I guess I'm just a bit tired, Mr. Darren."
"Of course, son. It has been some crazy days for all of us. You mentioned our niece Alice?"
It was funny how weird it already felt to talk about Kirya with the name she'd used the past years. It just didn't feel right.
"Yeah. So have you heard from her?"
The man looked him over one more time before he answered.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no, I haven't. I really hope she's okay. We are terribly worried."
The man hid the lie well, but Damon had been around way too long to fall for it. When he'd first mentioned Alice's name her uncle had been surprised, but he had shown no real worry, so either he didn't give a shit about her, which Damon found hard to believe, or he knew she was alright.
He took a step closer, and smiled dangerously at the man, who seemed to shrink a bit.
"You know Tom, we're both busy men, so maybe you should stop wasting my fucking time!" The sentence ended in an almost animalistic growl.
Kirya's uncle didn't waver though, he just met Damon's eyes squarely.
"I've answered your question, so now I would appreciate if you took your search for my niece off my porch."
"Oh fuck this," Damon sneered. His pupils dilated. "Tell me where Kir...Alice is. Now!"
Tom frowned. "You will go nowhere with that attitude, young man."
Damon narrowed his eyes, stating coldly: "You're wearing vervain."
Of course Kirya would have hooked her so-called family up with the herb. Damon was just about to grab the man, and force the truth out of him. So what if Kirya got pissed? But just as the thought entered his brain, Tom took a step backwards, seeking security behind the doorstep.
"You're a vampire?" It was really more a statement than a question.
Damon threw him a fanged smile.
"Indeed," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"So why are you looking for my niece? You're obviously not a hunter out to get her for mingling with vamps. So what's your reason?"
So that was why he had lied.
Damon shrugged. "She's my lawyer. I need legal advice." The elder man let out a short barking laugh.
"So you go look for your lawyer, when the whole fucking town is under attack, and everyone knows the vampires are targeted? Sorry, but I don't believe you."
"Fine!" Damon rolled his eyes. "She happens to be a good friend as well."
The man and the vampire eyed each other silently for a long moment. Then Tom seemed to make up his mind.
"She called yesterday. She's alright, said she'd found a place to stay for the night up by Lincoln Wood."
Most of all Damon wanted to get to Lincoln Wood as fast as possible, but he felt intrigued by the man's sudden change of heart. "Why are you telling me this now?"
It was Toms turn to shrug. "She told me she was looking for a friend. Haven't heard her mention one of those before, so I kinda picked up on it." He smiled tiredly.
"Right," Damon let a hand run through his hair. "I'm going then." He turned around without another word. Was he, Damon, really the friend she was looking for? Or was it someone else? He didn't really know that much about who she normally spent time with, but at the fundraiser none of the people she had spoken with seemed to be more than acquaintances.
Before he sped off, he heard Tom yell after him.
"Make sure she's safe."
He didn't answer. He had made that kind of promises before, and he was not about to do that ever again. Karma always seemed to be a bitch.
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It was a long walk to the navy pier, and Kirya felt even worse than she'd done the day before. Franklin was a chatty guy, and even though Kirya only managed to squeeze out a few one-syllable answers and affirming groans, he kept talking. She had questions of course, lots of them, but she simply didn't have air to voice them.
Sometimes, she thought, it would be pretty handy to be a vampire.
It was around noon when they finally reached the pier. The sky was still grey, and the water of Lake Michigan was dark and still. Kirya felt a couple of heavy raindrops hit her face, and shuttered slightly.
Normally the place would be bustling with life, but now it was completely deserted. A ferris wheel loomed over the waterfront like a silent giant.
"This way," Franklin guided as he pointed to what used to be a fancy restaurant. Kirya just followed.
When they entered through the glass doors of the building they were met by tall black man. Kirya didn't doubt for a moment that he was a vampire.
"Took you long enough, Frank." Eying Kirya intensely he added with what could only be described as a hungry smile, "and you brought snacks!"
Instinctly Kirya took a step back, but she met the dark vampires eyes without wavering.
"I'm sorry but you have to feed somewhere else. I'm busy."
The vampire looked perplexed for a moment, obviously not used to his dinner talking back at him. Besides her, Franklin laughed.
"Chill Derek, she's off-limits."
Derek growled. "Then why the hell did you bring a fucking human here?"
Kirya spoke up. "I'm looking for Damon Salvatore. I'm his lawyer."
"Whatever." Derek grumbled. Franklin just shook his head and pushed past him, Kirya following in his wake. She could feel his hungry gaze following her down the hallway, sending shivers down her spine. Once again she wondered if she had lost her mind, willingly walking into the lion's den.
"Sorry about Derek. He's never been the polite type, and all this shit's kinda getting on everybody's nerves."
"No problem, I'm used to it." Kirya looked up at Franklin. "So, who would know if Damon is here?"
Franklin pondered on her question for a bit, while shuffling the unconscious hunter on his shoulder, untill he had a better grip on him.
"Hmm, no one is really in charge here, and maybe it's not the best idea to go around asking everyone. As I said before people are on edge, and you do smell mouth-watering." He smiled apologetic at her. "Sorry but it's true." He stood for a moment, before lighting up in a smile. "I do know one though, who might be able to help you. Come on."
Kirya followed the vampire deeper inside the building. As they walked, Franklin kept up his small talk, and Kirya was just about to ask him to shut up when he announced that they had reached their destination.
They had stopped outside a door, that she guessed led into an office of sorts. She couldn't help but feel the butterflies moving hopefully around in her stomach.
She was about to open the door when Franklin stopped her.
"A small word of advice; keep your distance, he's normally pretty controlled, but blood has been scarce lately... and he can have quite a temper at times, so keep the sarcastic remarks at a minimum please."
Kirya huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but shot a devilish smirk at Franklin. "Don't worry, I'm used to this game." With that she opened the door, knowing she should probably have knocked.
Inside was a small office as she had expected, but the interior was obviously not in the same spots as the previous owners had preferred. In a corner laid a pile of papers, books, and other stuff in a jumbled mess, a few empty bloodbags topped the pile, so the new inhabitant obviously had had something to drink.
The desk had been shoved up against a wall, and instead a large comfy looking couch occupied most of the room.
A tall vampire with jet black hair, dressed in jeans and a crumbled black shirt stood with his back to them as they entered. He was pouring a golden liquid into a glass.
Recognition hit Kirya even before he turned around for her to see his handsome asian features. Before she knew what she was doing she marched up to him and slapped him hard in the face.
Behind her Franklin, who had been too late to hold her back, held his breath. This really wasn't going well.
Yuki slowly lifted his hand to his cheek, where a red palm mark was clearly visible. His face was completely void of emotion.
"I've ripped people's head off for much less, little girl." He said coldly.
"Fuck you, Yuki," she yelled, anger boiling inside her. Yuki growled in response and his eyes turned completely black, as he started to vamp out.
As they stood there, merely a feet between each other, staring each other down, Kirya realized she couldn't really bring her self to hate him, much less fear him. They had too many good memories in common.
She sighed exasperated, and then surprised everyone in the room, including herself, by taking a step closer and wrapping her arms around him.
"I missed you, dumbass," she mumbled into his chest.
Yuki stiffened for a moment, before letting out an inaudible sigh and returning her hug.
"Right back at ya, crazy girl."
She didn't know why she forgave him so quickly, it was only a few days ago that he had attacked her in that alley, but somehow the memory felt like it was years old. Her newly obtained old memories on the other hand seemed much clearer in her mind.
Behind them Franklin coughed, drawing attention to his presence. "I guess you guys know each other," he stated hesitantly.
Kirya pulled back from the embrace, slightly flustered. It was Yuki who answered.
"Yeah, you can say that." He smirked letting his arm linger around Kirya.
"Oh," Franklin mumbled, like he just realized something. "I'll be outside if you need me then."
Kirya looked between the two vampires and then to the arm around her. She quickly stepped away from Yuki shaking his arm off. "Yeah, we've been friends," she put extra pressure on the last word.
Yuki just laughed. "Whatever. By the way, that guy you're carrying around seems to be starting to wake up."
Franklin put the hunter down on the floor.
"Not a friend at all. I got jumped by two hunters earlier. This is the one that survived. Alice proposed that we should take him here and get some answers out of him."
Yuki shot Kirya an impressed look. "Wow, you really are a mean little calculating thing."
Kirya just shrugged. "Whoever he works for blew up my home, and he and his partner tried killing me, so I guess I really don't give a shit."
On the floor the hunter groaned and started to move.
Yuki walked over, and kneeled next to him. He looked up at Kirya. "You don't have to stay for this, love."
Kirya nodded, she was pretty sure she could handle whatever, but she really wouldn't enjoy to watch him and Franklin torture the hunter. She started to leave the room, when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. How could I forget?
Yuki looked up at her. "Yes?"
"Yuki, have you seen Damon?" She could feel the anxiety pumping through her veins as she waited for his answer.
"Yeah, I did, but can we talk about this later? We need to take care of this now." His voice had turned cold, but Kirya didn't care.
"Is he okay? Where is he?" she felt like she could dance with joy right now. Maybe he was here?
"Later, Kirya," Yuki snapped. Franklin shoot them a weird look when Yuki called her Kirya instead of Alice.
Kirya glared angry at Yuki, but decided against pissing him off. "You'd better hurry then," she bit back sharply before she left the room slamming the door behind her with a bit more force than necessary.