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thegilbertsdaughter:

Elena filed that little tidbit away for later - if Stefan was keeping things from her, things that might help her understand her nature, then she wanted them drug into the light - even if it was kicking and screaming all the way. Her hand flexed around her glass, but this time it didn’t break. “I hate her,” Elena hissed. “I don’t hate anyone, not even the people I should, but god…I want nothing more than to lock her in a room and let the daylight in, and it scares the hell out of me, Damon. I don’t know how to handle an urge like that.” She could see the tension in his jaw, though, and let the subject drop - Katherine would be an eternal sore point where the Salvatore brothers were concerned. Downing the rest of her drink, Elena watched as he forced himself to relax. “I don’t know where he is tonight - and I’m sure he’d warn me that I should be running the other direction. But here’s the thing. If I have to live an eternity like this, I need to understand what it is to be a vampire. Stefan can help with some of it. Self control, patience, those are Stefan’s specialties. But you’ve always been his other half, Damon, and I need that too. How to live with anger, thirst…how to lose control without completely losing control. And I need to learn those too. Besides,” she shot him a playful smile, “you’re not as bad as Stefan thinks you are. Or as you pretend to be.”

Damon grinned at Elena’s naivety. He wondered if she’d feel the same way if she knew how Stefan dismembered his victims. It’s not that simple, he thought. The brothers had lived long enough to know what it meant to be a predator. Damon recalled earlier times, when the pleasure of a kill brought him excitement only a young vampire could experience. There was a fine line between humanity and depravity; being one of the undead lets you dance in both worlds. As a vampire, he knew Elena was strong. But she could be so much stronger…Damon once again directed his attention to the brunette. “It’s not something you live with,” he began, frustrated. He enjoyed what he was; he had been a vampire so long he often forgot when it meant to be mortal. Vampirism freed Damon from the trivial worries that came with humanity. Never worrying about old age or disease. The world was his playground and he was no longer shackled by the mundane world of humans. “It’s something that happens to you,” He continued, choosing his words carefully. “Self control, anger, patience, thirst…” Damon trailed. “Such a fine line.” He paused for a moment. “In this world, it’s kill or be killed.” He wondered what Stefan was doing to help her transition and recalled her inability to keep animal blood down. Stefan was always morally righteous in that way. Damon recalled when Stefan slaughtered an entire village. The way rippers do. His cobalt gaze found hers. “Aren’t you the least bit curious to know what you’re capable of?” Damon’s expression this time was piercing; still, like marble.

#elena

dxrtydicna:

A small laugh escaped Diana’s lips as she reached out for her glass. “No. I actually haven’t heard that one.” She lifted her glass to her lips as her eyes raised up to meet with Damon’s. Diana had to admit that Damon was attractive in the I could rip your throat out without thinking twice kind of way. He was dangerous but people would make the argument that so was she. “I don’t see why not. I’d like to know if I’m going to be rich.”

She either overestimated her power or underestimated his. Nonetheless, Damon was convinced she may have had death wish, but they both knew he wouldn’t try anything this public. He knew better than that. She was more than likely onto his games, he suspected. Good. This town needed better sport. Damon met her eyes. “Don’t mind if I do.” With a swift motion, he bent his head to the side to meet her porcelain neck. He narrowed his eyes and feigned deliberation. “Nothing here, but my,” Damon drawled. “What a lovely neck you have.” He felt a familiar itch in his canines. “I really should be going,” he hummed. “Alcohol has me acting improper,” Damon offered her a charming smile. The buzz sang in his veins. He was off to find a snack. Damon eyed the brunette. He hoped his next feed was as much of a tease. “Thanks for the company,” He grinned.

#diana #// exit damon #// fin :)))

dxrtydicna:

Diana couldn’t deny that there was a certain curiosity when it came to Damon and it wasn’t just the fact that he was a vampire. He possessed a certain charm that most didn’t have and it seemed that when he was at least in a good mood that he wasn’t horrible company to have. “Are we talking witch versus vampire secrets?” She asked with a raised eyebrow as she took a sip of her drink. “Then again, maybe I just want to know you, Damon.”

Damon entertained the idea. He hadn’t necessarily planned on their verbal banter, but she was a worthy opponent and easy on the eyes. He wondered what kind of witch secrets she had if she’d ever reveal them. Damon wouldn’t divulge in vampire lore, as it would be the equivalent of handing his enemies a map on how to kill him, but nonetheless. Was she sure she wanted to play this game? He smiled at her words. “I welcome any and all kind of secrets,” he toyed. Damon ordered more drinks and settled into his buzz comfortably. “Here, I’ll go first.” The marble countertop welcomed two filled glasses and he nudged the other to her. “Know anything about American folklore?” He began. “Did you know, for instance, that a mole on your neck means you’ll be wealthy?” Damon studied her face carefully. “Mind if I check?” He was probably a fool to dance this dance with a witch, but he was bored and she was pretty.

#diana

thegilbertsdaughter:

“What don’t I know?” Elena plucked the glass fragments from her hand and tossed them onto the pile Damon had made before grabbing a new one from across the bar. “It’s not denial - it’s a choice. I don’t want to feed on people.” Damon was, in most ways, the anti-Stefan - hot blooded, hot tempered, and without the moral code. At least, that was what he liked people to think. Elena had started to see under the facade. “Lucky me,” she slurred her words just a little as she took a sip. “How do you deal with it? I mean, she’s spent…what, a hundred years screwing you over? You and your brother? But you’ve lived your life, even moved on from her. How do you not spend every waking minute tracking her down?” Elena wanted nothing more than to have her doppleganger at her mercy.

Did he really want to open that can of worms? Actions spoke louder than words and Damon wondered if she’d take him seriously if he told her about Stefan’s ripper binge. He smiled at the thought but decided against it. Now that Elena was a vampire, it was more than likely that she would become witness to Stefan’s shortcomings in her lifetime. He concluded it would be much more fun if she saw it with her own eyes. “Not my place to say,” he said coolly. “You really should ask Stefan about it,” He said simply. “He didn’t always have that hero hair,” he grinned. Oops. Damon toyed with his glass before he finished it off. Next to blood, Damon had built an almost impossible tolerance to alcohol. He felt only a slight buzz, warmth circling his veins. He clenched his jaw at the mention of Katherine and let her speak. Damon realized he had become acutely aware how much Elena was different than her doppleganger. Elena was warm as sunlight and soft as morning. When she was made vampire, she was the sharp edge of a silver dagger. Her strength became steel enamored in porcelain. Nothing like Katherine, he thought. Katherine was a snake. He refilled his glass before he spoke again. “I’ve spent enough lifetimes chasing after her,” he waved his free hand dismissively. “And one thing I learned during my time is that Katherine can only be found when she wants to be.” He put his glass to his lips. Why were they still talking about her? The topic reawakened things in Damon that he’d soon rather forget. Did his loyalty mean nothing to her? He remembered his excitement over Katherine’s promise of eternity. Why didn’t he see this coming? Damon wondered if he was doomed to come in second to his younger brother. His gaze met Elena’s. Damon realized the tight grip on his glass was dangerously close to breaking, so he coolly relaxed his hand. “Speaking of St. Stefan,” he began. “Where is he?” Damon recomposed his marble features to that of indifference. “How might he feel about your Wednesday night debauchery with yours truly?”

#elena

samxwnchester:The youngest Winchester’s hazel gaze took in the male’s features. His clothing, his dark features, the devilish smirk that screamed nothing he said was to be taken seriously. It all had an eerie similarity to his own brother. Perhaps that was the reason behind his next bold move. His desire to reach out for help. “So help me then. Help me track her down. Let’s speed up the process.”

Damon did have to applaud his determination. The vampire deduced that this had to be the human Elena was talking about. He wondered why a feeble mortal like him was looking for someone like Katherine. For love or for revenge? The irony of the situation only mildly piqued his interest. Damon decided to do him a favor. “Listen kid,” he began, already bored of the conversation. “If you’re looking for some sort of happily ever after, you’re out of luck.” He gave Katherine’s latest conquest a once over. “Do yourself a favor and go after someone your own age.”

#sam

dxrtydicna:

Diana felt like they were playing some secret game of chicken. She probably should have backed out now but spending her time with Damon seemed better than the alternative. She pressed her lips together and hummed. “I don’t know. I guess that depends on what you want.”

Ah, to be mortal again. Though it had been centuries since Damon wanted to be something other than a vampire, he recognized there was some type of folly to being mortal. To be blissfully unaware of darkness that plagued earth; to live a handful of years only to be returned to soil. There was something poetic in the phenomenon, he was sure, and the curiosity that sparked the brunette’s eyes reminded him of a past life. He wondered what type of answers she thought he had. Damon gave her another once over, this time very deliberate. His gaze transfixed on hers and he replied, “I don’t think you’re in a position to give me what I want,” he began, “At least not right now. He grinned. “I’m perfectly fine with swapping tricks of the trade. A secret for a secret,” he proposed.

#diana

dxrtydicna:

Diana wasn’t sure when it came to what she was doing. She was practically flirting with danger and she barely touched her drink. “And what are those things?” There was a curious tone to Diana’s voice as she brought her glass up to her lips. “Promise.”

Damon smiled at the prospect of their verbal game. He wondered how it would end and decided to indulge the brunette. He was drunk and her boldness struck him as out of the ordinary. “Who would I be if I gave away all my secrets?” He mused, studying her face carefully. “If you had something to trade, though, I suppose it’d be fair.”

#diana

dxrtydicna:

“Is there even such a thing as a non-attractive vampire? So far, I haven’t seen one in this town.” Diana once again pressed her lips together in mock thought as she reached out for her drink while simultaneously leaning in to Damon. “No, not really but if the thought ever crosses my mind, I’ll be sure to come to you first.”

Damon had to admit, the girl had spunk. He offered her a grin and replied, “Well, what do you know,” he began. “Someone in this town who isn’t a complete square.”

“Being around as long as I have teaches you a few things,” he drawled, noting how she leaned in slightly. He finished his glass, but his cerulean gaze remained fixated upon her. “Promise?”

#diana

dxrtydicna:

Diana almost let out a huff, “Please don’t jinx us.” She knew that something was coming but Diana didn’t want to dwell on that right now. With a sigh, Diana glanced over in Damon’s direction, “Calm before the storm, huh?” Pressing her lips together, she decided to change the subject. “I saw Elena earlier. She looks…good. You know, considering everything.”

Damon shrugged. If there was something indeed menacing looming over the town, it only meant that Damon was right in his inclinations. However, he hoped to be wrong just this one time. He made sure his expression didn’t falter when she mentioned Elena, offering her a calculated sigh before replying. “Dying young and beautiful will do that to you,” he said simply. “Some of us should be so lucky.” The two received their drinks and he offered the other to her across the marble counter. “Curious about eternal life?” He smiled wickedly, hoping to get a reaction.

#diana

dxrtydicna:

Diana pressed her lips together in mock thought, “Probably that I’m back in town. Some are happier about that than others.” She wasn’t going to go into details since the one person who seemed to be giving her the third degree about it was her own brother. “Other than that, I have no idea. Was hoping you could fill me in.”

“Didn’t know you left,” Damon offered. He finished his drink and asked the bartender on the other side of the marble countertop for two more. “Consider me your welcome wagon,” he grinned. “Huh. Can’t please everyone, I guess.” Damon quickly surveyed the inhabitants of the grill out of habit and failed to detect any danger. He diverted his attention on the brunette. “Since our last meeting what with all the death and sacrifice,” he began, “It’s been relatively quiet.” Damon paused, adding, “The big bad is probably just around the corner,” his voice nonchalant. Though Damon intended to approach the situation coolly, there was no denying something was looming over Mystic Falls--something sinister. He could feel it.

#diana

dxrtydicna:

Diana never thought that she would be enjoying a drink with Damon Salvatore of all people let alone joking with him but she wasn’t going to complain. It was better than being sworn enemies. “I promise I will try to keep my hands to myself.”

Damon never turned down company, especially if that came in the form of a pretty brunette. He recognized her role in the John Blackwell debacle, but he was too hammered to care about it any further. He gave her a subtle once over and decided she didn’t pose an immediate threat. “Well, when you put it that way...”

“So, what’s the latest town gossip?”

#diana

thegilbertsdaughter:

Part of Elena knew better than to go drink for drink with Damon - his tolerance was better than hers, even after her transition, and she’d likely end up passed out on the bar. But between the spectre of Katherine and the memories of Blackwell, she needed a few drinks. “Cheers.”

Damon’s response didn’t surprise her. “I’m not…doing that. Drinking from people. If Stefan can survive without it, I can too.” Mentioning Damon’s brother might not have been the best idea, but the buzz was knocking down her inhibitions. “It’s her problem unless it’s the start of something bigger,” Elena argued. “He said it was supposed to be her that died. Katherine. That it’s a doppleganger’s duty to be sacrificed. That when Blackwell couldn’t get her, he killed me instead.” She squeezed the glass in her hand until it broke. “I don’t know if he’s honest or not. But if he’s right, this is all her fault.”

Damon wondered if Elena truly wanted his company in that moment or because it was convenient. He almost felt used.

Damon failed to suppress a scoff at her reply. It’s your basic nature, he wanted to tell her. Damon had a sudden urge to tell her about Stefan’s adventures as a ripper, but immediately decided against it. “There are things you don’t know,” he argued, annoyed at his own vagueness. “Denial is the first step of grief.” Damon pondered her words before offering his own reply. “Figures this all traces back to her,” he said, coolly. Damon didn’t flinch when Elena broke the glass but instead absentmindedly pushed the fragmented pieces on the counter into a corner, careful not to cut himself, but overall was unconcerned because of his healing ability. “Welcome to the club,” he mused sarcastically. “It’s not official until Katherine Pierce royally screws you over.” He offered a weak smile, but it failed to ultimately remedy the situation at hand: Elena’s loss of humanity was possibly at the hands of Katherine, and Damon failed to protect her from it all. He refilled both their glasses, but he knew alcohol would do little to help. He needed to kill something.

#elena

brokenhallelu:

Someone was definitely bold. Silas could at least appreciate that. Silas’ own eyes traveled around the room but he wasn’t exactly there for the open buffet. “That it does.” His voice trailed off before he motioned for a drink of his own. “Don’t let me keep you.”

Damon’s attention was diverted across the room towards a familiar face, his present conversation already forgotten. “Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he smiled politely, a thin smile stretched on his lips.

#silas #//fin :D

dxrtydicna:

“I can understand that,” Diana replied with a slight smile. “Who would I be to deny a drink from Damon Salvatore?”

“My kind of woman.”

“Full disclosure though--I’m drunk. So don’t take advantage.”

#diana

thegilbertsdaughter:

“I don’t know about the day, but I’m all in favor of seizing this drink.” Elena downed the second glass and set it down with a sigh. Getting drunk wasn’t going to help her problems.

“Blood bags,” she corrected, keeping her voice low even without anyone else in hearing distance. “Animals weren’t…they weren’t enough.” Talking about it still made her uncomfortable, even with Damon. “One of them is definitely hunting her - said he was one of the only people who could scare her. He’s intense, and I don’t know if him finding her would be a good thing. The other one was a mystery - human, said he was a friend of hers but didn’t think I was her. So he obviously didn’t know what she looked like.”

Gesturing for another round, Elena stared across the bar at Damon. “The first one…had some insight into why Blackwell killed me.”

Damon nodded in silent approval and wondered if she was buzzed. He certainly couldn’t play the hero but he made one hell of a drinking buddy. And if anyone needed a drink it was her. It would only marginally help with the cravings, if at all, but he wanted to be good company. “Cheers,” he repeated and finished off the bottle as he filled their glasses.

Damon rolled her eyes at her response. “How vegan of you.” He noted the way she shifted uncomfortably. “Blood at 98.6 is more of a refined taste,” he pondered. “You children have horrible appetites.” Damon understood vampirism; it was interwoven in the very fiber of his being--he could barely remember what it meant to be human. The facets he did remember were tainted with her. Damon diverted his attention to Elena’s response and paused for a moment to let the information sink in. “Sounds more of her problem,” he began. “And as for the human, he sounds like he’s getting nowhere.” Damon raised an eyebrow in curiosity and replied, “Oh? Do share with the class.” He certainly did not enjoy being in the dark about Elena’s death so he welcomed any possible leads.

#elena

dxrtydicna:

“I would say slow down but…” Diana’s voice trailed off before she cleared her throat. “Rough night?”

“Rough lifetime. I get by though.”

“Can I get you a drink? Alcohol’s better when shared.”

#diana

samxwnchester-deactivated201707

The youngest Winchester sauntered through Mystic Falls. His hazel gaze darted from building to building, in a simple attempt to navigate through the odd town. As an unknown figure came into his line of sight, Sam seized the opportunity to get what he originally came to town for. “Hi. My name is Sam Winchester. I’m a friend of Katherine Pierce. I heard she was in town. I was wondering if you know where she is, or if you’ve seen her around recently.”

damonthesavior-blog

Normally after feeding, Damon would maintain a low profile, but the flutter of a name caught his attention. Katherine Pierce. This had to be what Elena was talking about; someone--some people rather--were looking for Katherine. Damon knew Katherine’s reputation had to have garnered her a few enemies, but he didn’t realize her latest victims were so stupid. To question so publicly? Amateur. Damon eyed the man with boyish features and contemplated confrontation. The high from his last feed made him giddy. He made sure there was distance between the other townsfolk and the stranger before he approached silently. Damon ignored his introduction. “Take a number,” he mused, a cruel smirk painted on his lips. “You’ll be waiting an eternity.”

#sam

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