Vampire hunters (Damon)
Demons, by Sleigh Bells
"You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block
Demons,
Come on,
You've got a vision
You're on a mission"
When I woke up, the space next to me was empty, but I heard the shower running. I stretched and yawned heartily before I got up. Opening the drapes, I saw that it was short before noon. Today I intended to learn more about Helen and her father, but how was I supposed to do that? I walked into the bathroom while she was still in the shower. "Good morning", she said, sounding chipper. She turned around and I could've sworn that she couldn't have heard me. I hadn't closed the door yet and had been as quiet as a vampire could be. "You're scary," I grumbled and joined her in the shower. She just grinned at me. "It's not a secret. The draft gave you away," she said. "Okay." I let the subject go, took the shower gel and started lathering my body. "You want me to do your back?" she asked after rinsing her hair. I turned my back to her without a word and squeezed some gel on my back. With a light hand she lathered my back before her fingers started wandering lower, tenderly massaging my buttocks. "That's not my back," I objected half-heartedly. "Oh yeah?" she smirked and let her hands glide further down and forward over my hips to my cock.
I stopped her hands and turned around. She gazed at me with an innocent look. "Forbidden fruits?" she asked provokingly and bit her lower lip. "Depends on your plans," I replied wistfully. She smiled lasciviously. "I just want to have a little fun." This time her hands wandered downwards again and I let her have her way. She generously lathered my cock and massaged it tenderly. With expert pressure she had me rigid in no time. Then she placed me under the shower head to rinse. "Turn around," she said. I did and put my hands on the tiles while I enjoyed the hot water. Suddenly, the water turned ice-cold! I cursed and searched for the fitting to stop it. Hearing a chuckle behind me, I turned around. She stood outside the tub, wrapped in a towel. High jinks written all over her face, she handed me a towel. "Sorry," she laughed, "it was too tempting."
I glared at her before I snatched the towel from her hand and dried myself. When I was finished, she backed away while I advanced her. "You're gonna pay for this," I murmured menacingly and ran towards her. Shrieking she fled to the bedroom, but I outran her and threw her on the bed. Straddling her, I pinned her wrists above her head. "You should show a little more respect," I grumbled and lowered my head to hers. Breathless and eyes wide she looked at me, but without fear. "Really?" she said. "U-huh," I returned before I kissed her hard. Then I let her go and got up. "Ooh, that's all?" she pouted. "Yep, let's have breakfast." I got dressed and smacked my towel against her bare ass on my way down. "Hey!" she shouted indignantly, but I was already downstairs. She was fun to be with, I thought pleased and started to brew some coffee. I was just making pancakes when she came into the kitchen. "You are pretty bold, my dear," she scolded me playfully. "And you seem to have fully recovered," I replied. "At least I didn't have any nightmares." She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing herself flush against my back in an intimate gesture. For a moment, I froze, unsure if I should allow myself to actually feel her affection.
"Hey, that smells fantastic. What are you making?" she suddenly asked and sniffed. "Pancakes, if you don't keep clinging to me," I returned a bit harsher than I wanted to. Abruptly she let me go and started setting the table. "Helen…," I started, but she held up her hand defensively. "Forget it, I got it," she huffed. I had the pancakes ready and set them on the table together with the maple syrup. "Helen, come here," I said and caught her when she turned away from me. "Let me go," she hissed and writhed in my arms. "Stop it, Helen... stop it!" I scolded her. She stared defiantly at me. "I like you, Helen, I really do. But you knew what you got yourself into, didn't you?" She hung her head. I lifted her chin with one finger and gazed at her. "Didn't you?" She just nodded. "See? And now let's have breakfast, okay?" I gave her a swift kiss and let her go. We sat down and let breakfast bring about peace. "Has your family always lived in Baton Rouge?" I asked casually. She shook her head. "No, we moved here when I was five years old," she replied. "Really? Where did you come from?" I blurted. "A small town in Virginia you probably never heard of - Mystic Falls."
The fork dropped from my hand and clanked on the table. I stared at her. "Something wrong?" she asked baffled. I cleared my throat. "You may not believe it, but I'm also from Mystic Falls," I replied. "Excuse me?" I nodded. "Yep." She returned my surprised gaze. "Why have we never met?" she asked. "Well, that's easy. You moved away as a child and I'm older. I've been away for quite some time, especially the past two years," I explained. "Why did you leave?" she wondered. I frowned. "I had trouble with my brother, and you?" She shrugged. "Dad gave a weird explanation about the area being too dangerous for children." I wonder why, I thought inwardly. Suddenly her cell phone rang and she went to fetch it. I continued eating and thought about it. Mystic Falls – had her father been a police officer there? In that case, Liz should know something about him. Helen returned. "I need to go to the precinct. They want me to re-read and sign my statement," she explained. I glanced at the clock – it was past noon already. I put the fork aside and got up. "I'll take you there," I said. "Thanks," she replied and approached me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she held my gaze. "I'm sorry, I've been childish," she said softly. I had to smile, the tension was gone. "It's alright, we all go a little mad sometimes," I replied and kissed her passionately. "Mmh, we'll never make it in time this way," she sighed when I nibbled on her earlobe.
She's got an almost magic hold on me, I thought regretfully and let her go. When I saw her disappointment, I pointed to the table. "I'll help you with this before we leave, okay?" She rolled her eyes, but cleared the table anyway. About an hour later, we finally arrived at the precinct. "Want me to join you?" I asked. She hesitated a bit. "I don't know, this was my dad's place of work," she mused. "No problem, I can wait in the car," I replied. "I think I'd feel better if you came along, okay?" She gave me a pleading glance. "Alright," I complied and got out. Together we climbed a few stairs and entered the foyer. "We're here to see Officer Charles Henson, please," she told the female officer at the reception desk. She nodded at us and signaled us to wait. Then she picked up the phone. Helen faced me and seemed to feel a little insecure in this location. "You okay?" I asked softly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled and laced her fingers with one of my hands. "I think so."
"Helen!" A loud voice boomed through the hallway. We turned around and saw an elderly man walking towards Helen. He seemed to be a little over fifty and looked like the fatherly type. "Uncle John?" Her eyes widened. "God, Helen, you've really grown into a beautiful woman," he said and held her at arms' length by her hands, looking her over. Then he pulled her into a bear hug. "Oomph, Uncle John…, I can still call you Uncle, can't I?" she asked. "Of course, sweetie, I've known you since your first day at school!" Again he hugged her, knocking the air out of her lungs. I was pretty amused and had to grin at the sight. Finally, he let her go. "John, this is Mr. Salvatore. He saved me in the bar two days ago. Damon, this is John Mayor, a former colleague and friend of my father." He sized me up with a sort of father-in-law-glance and finally held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, I've read the file. You've been quite brave – and bloody stupid." Helen intervened indignantly. "John! What the hell?" I waved aside. "Let it go, Helen, he's right. It could've ended differently. But it didn't." He smiled conciliatory. "Glad to hear you're on the same track. Okay, let's take you to Officer Henson," he added and led the way.
He stopped at the end of the hallway. "Here it is." He knocked at the door and we were invited in. John opened the door. "Charles, this is Miss Corey and Mr. Salvatore regarding the armed raid the other day." The cop on the other side of the room turned around. It was the same person who had taken our statements two days ago. "Oh right, thanks John," he said and put his watering can on the window sill. Then he pointed at the two chairs in front of his desk. "See you later, sweetie," John said and left the room. "Please, sit down." Henson had a silky voice and somehow I disliked him immediately. Especially his piercing stare recommended caution. There was something amiss with him. He held a piece of paper out for Helen. "Miss Corey, would you please read your statement once more and if you agree with the wording, please sign here." He showed her and gave her the paper. While she was reading, he scrutinized me intensely. I withstood his unsettling attention and scrutinized him myself. "I thought you wanted to move on, Mr. Salvatore?" he suddenly asked. "That was the plan," I replied with a nod. "What changed?" he retorted immediately. "I asked him to stay for a while," Helen interjected. She had raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked at him. Obviously, she had noticed the aggressive undercurrent in his voice. Without taking his eyes off me, he turned to Helen. "Do you agree with the wording, Miss Corey?" She signed it and handed it back. "Yes, I am," she replied. "Thank you. Interesting ring you've got, Mr. Salvatore," he added and pointed to my hand. "Family heirloom," I replied. "Well, better take good care of it. You wouldn't want to risk any trouble." It was a statement, not a question. "What are you trying to say?" I retorted. "Absolutely nothing, Mr. Salvatore."
Helen intervened. "Can we leave now, Mr. Henson?" she asked impatiently. "Of course, don't let me keep you," he replied and got up. "By the way, may I present you with this? The flower matches your eye-color very nicely," he added and turned to the window to pick a flower from the recently watered plant on the window sill. He gave it to Helen. "Thank you," she said with a smile and turned to me. I hadn't paid attention to the plant before. Holy shit! It was a vervain plant! He watched me closely, but I carried it off well and smiled at Helen. "Let's go," I said. She said good-bye and followed me out into the hallway. As we walked on, I had the uncanny feeling that he was still observing me, but I didn't turn around and reveal myself. This man definitely knew the ropes! "What was the point with the officer?" Helen murmured. "I have no idea," I replied as quietly. Near the exit we saw John Mayor waiting for us. "Helen, darling, would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?" he asked "Of course Mr. Salvatore is also invited," he added with a glance at me. She faced me. "What do you think? We have time, don't we?" she asked. I pondered shortly on it. If this John was an old acquaintance, he was probably the perfect source of information and maybe he could tell me more about this mysterious colleague. "Whatever you like…," I replied and shrugged. "Wonderful!" John beamed at her. "Let's go," he added and led the way.
We walked along two blocks and ended up in a little café named Café de Flore. French décor and coziness prevailed inside while bistro tables and chairs were scattered beneath sun shades on the sidewalk. We sat near a window in a corner booth, Helen on the comfy settee, John and I on chairs across the table. "Alright, what's your pleasure?" John asked and gave the menu to Helen. She glanced at it. "I'll take a café au lait," she decided. I followed her and John ordered an espresso. "I really haven't seen you for quite a while, Helen. How's your mom?" he asked casually. Helen shrugged. "She's fine, I think. We don't see each other very often, but we talk a lot on the phone." He just nodded. "Did you tell her about this?" he asked. She shook her head. "No, I didn't want her to worry, John." He smiled. "I think you should visit her some time soon." She raised an eyebrow. "Why's that? Did you meet her?" He smiled and put a hand on hers. "Yes, but it's been a while. I just wanted to say, maybe she's a bit lonely?" Helen looked down, obviously embarrassed. "That's possible." Our orders arrived and interrupted the conversation. I had listened closely. Obviously John was pretty close with the Corey family.
I decided to jump in. "How long have you known Helen?" I asked him. "Oh, since she was five. Her father and I joined the same unit when they moved down here from Virginia and our children started school together." Helen smiled. "How is your son doing… what's his name again?" she asked. "Jason. He lives in Galveston, got married and made me a grandfather of two adorable girls." She leaned back. "Wow! That's a bit early, don't you think?" She seemed surprised. John grinned at her. "Well, if you meet the love of your life, why wait?" A wise man, I thought and remembered my past. "Mr. Salvatore seems to know what I'm talking about," he interrupted my musings. I grimaced. "I suck at relationships," I replied. "By the way, John, Damon also grew up in Mystic Falls. Isn't the world small?" Helen interjected. John scrutinized me with a strange expression on his face. "Indeed. And you've never met her before?" he inquired. I shook my head. "No. I've always been traveling a lot and since I'm a bit older…," I replied with a shrug.