Damon lay on his bed with the Kitsune ball still glued to his head. He must have watched the replay a thousand times. It never got old. That one very special night with Elena. It brought out so may emotions. Emotions Damon would not have thought himself capable of.
There was true heat, passion, fire, and love. This one ball was worth more than all the gold in the world to Damon. In truth, it also made him a little hard. Yes, no matter how many times he watched it, his groins still reacted. He put it down, and grumbled to himself about why he choose to keep torturing himself like that.
Yes, even if in denial now. Elena had loved him…at least for one night. No matter what she claimed now. He had the proof. Could he make her love him again? Well, of course he could. He is Damon Salvatore and all women of breeding age want him! At least if they were honest with themselves. Damon could not help but smirk. Sometimes he even made himself laugh!
Nevertheless, that did not change the fact that she sure seemed to get over him in a hurry, and worst yet, she lied to him while he was dying! Which was something he thought only her predecessor, Katherine was cold enough to do.
He obviously did not know Elena as well as he thought he did.
Well, either she will learn to love her captor, or he will take his child from her. If she does not watch her prissy little mouth, he may decide to keep the child and sell her. He grinned at that thought, imagining the look on her face.
No, he probably could not do that, but she did not need to know that. Need-to-know basis only.
Speaking of which, he had an appointment with a very powerful witch. There was some info he needed to know.
He carefully locked the Kitsune ball (his most precious possession away in his safe) and threw on his leather jacket making a beeline out the door over the wall past his security, and took to the air to get over the mote.
Yes, he had bought himself a fortress He was tired of loosing the things that he loved, and determined not to anymore.
20 minutes later and after downing a Scotch or two, which was a rarity to be served so freely in the
Underworld. He met up with Tamanthia.
"Hello Mr. Valestora,
Early again I see." Tamanthia said with a gleam in her eye. Damon took a step forward to kiss her hand. Not before devilishly turning it, right side up. Therefore, he was kissing her palm.
Nothing like greasing the palm a little, he thought to himself. "Please call me Markus; I would never want to be on formalities with you."
This earned him I wide grin from Tamanthia. I trust you found all you needed", she said. As she waved her hand in the direction, of the passed out girl who had two fresh pinprick looking marks on her neck.
Then turning her eyes, toward the bar with the empty bottle and shot glass, upon it.
"As always you are the very essence of hospitality. Never missing a thing," he answered gracing her with his signatory smirk.
"What can I do for you"? She asked, while pointing to a chair for him to make himself comfortable.
Damon cleared his throat, a little nervous by what he was about to ask. "I have always heard that vampires cannot get humans in THE WAY?" You know,.. with child?" There, it was out. He found himself almost sighing in relief.
"This is true, they cannot. Why do you ask?"
Damon realized the hard part was not over yet, and answered. "I have a young woman at".
Tamanthia interrupted him, before he could finish. "Oh yes. The one I saw you bring in a couple days ago. Come now Markus, you must have known she was not human. I'm sure there were plenty of signs."
Damon was a bit taken back. This was not what he had expected to hear. Not that he was at all sure what he had been expecting. He felt a little foolish now. Of course, there had been signs. Plenty of them. He had just never sat back and put them all together. She became a vampire, and died. She was reborn with wings, and the list just got longer from there. "Yes", he mused more to himself. "It doesn't take a Rocket scientist to put those pieces together." Yet, somehow, he had not. His Princess of Darkness could not have been further from the name he had given her long ago. "Is she an..?
Tamanthia started answering his question, before he was finished asking it.
"No not quite. She is one-step below being an angel, she is a guardian. When mated with another guardian their offspring sometimes results in the birth of angels. However, I get the impression by the look on your face; the child she is with now will be no angel. "She had to hide her giggle behind her hand.
"On a more serious note, you do know they scorned her, don't you?
I hear it's quite painful to have done." Seeing that lost expression on his face, she continued. The cutting off, of her wings.
I think there is not a supernatural alive that has not heard about it. They must have been trying to make an example out of her. So no others thought they could get themselves knocked up by a vampire lover. Poor, poor girl.
Now all the dark ones, would love to get their hands on her as some sort of trophy. Better be very careful. Many have lusted on the idea of mating with a guardian. Even if only with one that use to be." Her tone was very serious. "They are hard to resist, so I hear."
Part of him wanted to kill her on the spot for speaking about his Elena that way. The rest of him was just in shock. His brain was on over-load. To much info. His Elena, a guardian… could be mother to an... angel? Yes, part of him could see her bossing around even an angel. That was his Elena all right. But, how could he of not realized what she was before?
The second half of the equation started to set in. Scorned, wings cut off? The scars he saw. Oh my Lord, as if she hadn't been through enough. Why was she unfortunate enough to meet me? How could they do something so vile to her? To think, they are suppose to be the good ones.
He looked up at Tamanthia then." I should Fucking kill them all!" he growled out through clenched teeth.
I hear she almost did. Guess she tried to set them all on fire, and bring down the roof on their heads'!
She answered him, with that no bullshit sort of look.
At that point, he realized he had better get back, to guard her, as she was in more danger than just the danger from him. He paid and thanked Tamanthia. As he turned to leave, she called out to him.
"Damon, I'm not the least bit surprised, that if anyone could bed a guardian you could. You do realize you are going to have to tell her eventually that you are alive. Moreover, for your sake, I hope its sooner.
He raised his eyebrow, about to ask how she knew his name, and the rest. She just held up her hand, and wiggled her fingers. "You kissed my palm remember?"
Just when he thought he was being slick, he was really telling all his secrets.
He thought about killer her, but figured she probably already saw that coming too.
He did however give her a warning glower, before disappearing out the door.