BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Damon OT: Adrianna
Where: Damon's apartment building, the rooftop
When: Saturday evening, July 31st
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD

As soon as he closed the door behind Bella, Damon seemed to collapse against it. The vampire's breath came out hard and fast, as if he'd been running a marathon and forgot to train properly for it while he tried to rein in his emotions long enough to call Lilith and tell her he wouldn't be making it to his shift that evening. He made his excuses to the ancient vampire with the promise to explain everything tomorrow night. The phone fumbled from his hand when he tried placing it back in the cradle and it took two more tries before he finally placed the device where it was supposed to go.

Damon felt like the scummiest piece of trash someone stepped in and disgustedly tried scraping off the bottom of their shoe. Dumping his coffee, and Bella's, into the sink, the vampire pulled out a chilled bottle of opened wine and poured himself a glass. Taking both the bottle and glass, Damon headed to the roof of his building where he realized that he'd already begun crying when the wind his face. The wind made made the cool streaks of crimson tears apparent on his face and the back of his hand lifted to wipe them away. He took a gulp of wine as he walked toward the wide, raised ledge of the building and easily settled to sit on it.

Who: Bella & Damon
Where: Damon's apartment
When: Saturday evening, July 31st
Status: Complete
Rating: PG

( The Promises Were Spoiled Before They Left Your Lips )

Who: Adrianna and Damon
Where: Damon's house
When: Thursday night

Who: Bella & Damon
Where: Damon’s apartment
When: Tuesday, June 5th, very early morning

( And It Feels So Good )

Who: Damon Braddock OT: Bella McConnell
Where: Damon's office
When: Monday, May 10th, 2019 (Evening, slightly backdated)
Status: Incomplete
Rating:

That evening, Damon was working in his office and closed the door that held a wide strip of frosted glass that read, "Damon Braddock" on one line and underneath, "Private Investigator." The couple that had just left were teary-eyed, but hopeful. The vampire could only hope that he didn't disappoint them on the matter of finding their missing daughter. Looks like he'd be starting off his evening with a few phone calls and he resumed his seat behind his desk. Lifting the phone to his ear, Damon started going through his contacts, getting himself caught up on the situation.

Since Bella was now alive and well, the vampire saw no reason to discontinue his services as a private investigator. A short discussion had gone on just before the Slayer/singer had to go on tour and Damon was allowed to convert one of Bella's numerous rooms into an office where he could meet people and discuss business. It felt good to be in the swing of things again, knowing that Bella was only a phone call or text away. Damon had felt this way in years, since Bella had "died" at the hands of her mother, under reasonable circumstances, of course.

Who: Adrianna & Damon
Where: The Vault
When: Backdated to last Friday

Who: Lena and Damon
Where: Lena's Estate
When: April 4th, Evening

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Who: Jon Marrokjonmarrok & Damon Braddockdamonslostlove
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Eden
Rating: PG

Jon: Though Jon was happy that his baby brother, Ash, had managed to find himself some friends at school to go out and do things with, it still left the older wolf alone a lot. On one hand, it gave him the time he needed for studies, but when he had no school work to get caught up on, it left him feeling a bit left out. He had to get himself out of the funk though. Sitting around and wallowing in self pity was not something Jon did.

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Who: Bella & Future!Damon
Where: Their home
When: A couple hours before dawn, Tuesday (Dec. 15th, 2018)

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Who: Bella and Future!Damon
Where: Damon's apartment
When: December 8 (2018)


( Palm to palm and lips do what hands do, they pray. Is it a sin to do what we want to? Don't care where we've been, give me my sin again… )

Who: Damon & Luke
Where: The Jacobs' mansion
When: Saturday night (Dec. 5th)

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Who: Bella and Future!Damon
Where: Bella's house
When: December 6 (2018)


( If I could then I would, I'll go wherever you will go.... )

Who: Damon and Patience
Where: The Van Warren residence
When: Saturday evening (December 5)


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Who: Chloe & Damon
Where: Van Warren Residence
When: Saturday morning (Dec. 5th)

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Who: Bella and Future!Damon
Where: Damon's apartment
When: December 5, 2018 (early evening)

( What a difference a day made, 24 little hours.... )

Who: Bella and Future!Damon
Where: Damon's apartment
When: December 4, 2018 (early afternoon)


( And I'd give it all away to have someone to come home to… )

Who: Damon and Bella
Where: Damon's apartment
When: Thursday night (December 3)


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Who: Bella and Damon
Where: Damon's apartment
When: Thursday night (Backdated to November 26, Thanksgiving)

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Who: Patience OT Pat, Ash, Gwen, Bella, Damon, Lucy, Kevin (+1?), Chloe, Nica, Marlowe, Jack, Louise, Mere, Devon
Where: Pat and Patience's house
When: Thursday night, Thanksgiving (November 26)


The timer on the oven dinged at exactly 7:45 PM. When she'd invited everyone over, she'd been upfront that dinner wouldn't start until after eight. Given the fact that certain invitees had a particular, um, sun allergy, she wanted to give them ample time to do…whatever they needed to do…before showing up. Hey. She wasn't well-versed in the ways of the vampire. They had sharp fangs and they drank blood. That was about the sum total that she really needed to know.

Also, the later they had dinner, the more time she had to actually prepare it.

This was the first time she'd ever attempted to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. Pat seemed overwhelmingly supportive of her domestic endeavors. It made her feel a little bit like that mom from Leave it to Beaver or something. Like maybe he wanted to come home to find her wearing her pearls and high heels while she was vacuuming. Then again, he'd probably love if he came home to find her in only that.

He wasn't hovering, per se, but she knew he was still worried about her. She hadn't suffered any more episodes like the night when he'd raced her to the hospital, but she still hadn't been in top form. She was okay tonight, though. They'd woken up early to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade – just the three of them curled up in bed: Pat, her, and Beast. The puppy was still the cutest thing she'd ever laid eyes on and she was horribly protective of him, especially when Pat tended to make fun of him. Still, he'd gotten a little too rambunctious earlier and she'd had to kick him out of the kitchen. (Not literally, of course. She'd just gotten Pat to take him back down to the basement.)

Oddly enough, there weren't any burnt smells wafting from the kitchen. It all smelled…like what she assumed Thanksgiving dinner should smell like. Grabbing a couple of potholders, she opened the oven door and pulled out the pan containing the turkey. The bird was golden brown and looked juicy, but everything she'd read on how to cook a turkey said to let it rest once it was done, so she resisted cutting into it to check. The vegetables that had been roasting in the pan looked tender. She could only hope it was all good.

She tented the pan with aluminum foil and then checked everything else she had going on. The potatoes had finished boiling and were just waiting to be mashed and mixed with butter and cream and fresh cracked pepper (she'd resisted making them from a box…okay, Pat had forbid her to make them from a box…which really just made her want to tell him he could fucking make them himself…but a part of her wanted their first Thanksgiving as husband and wife to be perfect…so she hadn't), the stuffing and the green bean casserole (which was a staple, right?) were still in the oven, the cranberry sauce and the green salad were in the refrigerator, and the rolls were waiting to be popped in to warm just before it was time to sit down and eat. Out on the table in the dining room, she'd set out a cheese and fruit tray, a few bottles of wine that had been chilled, and the desserts were being kept out of sight for fear that they'd disappear with some of those Van Warrens around.

Had she gone to a lot of work? Hell yeah. She felt like freaking Betty Crocker or some shit. But she just wanted everything to be nice. Normal. Traditional. Like an actual family holiday dinner. Making new, good memories about family and tradition could only help her and Ash.

Hearing voices from the dining room, Patience untied her apron, draped it over the counter, and paused to smooth out the skirt of her pewter colored dress before heading out to see who'd arrived.

Who: Damon and Luke
Where: Damon's apartment (rooftop) and then the streets of LA
When: Saturday morning, early (November 21)

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