Damon Salvatore (brakethesilence) wrote in hannibals_hotel, @ 2010-04-29 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, damon salvatore, elena gilbert |
Promises are made to be broken
Who: Elena and Damon
When: Evening
Where: Woods, just outside the Hotel
What: the spider goes to the fly
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd
Damon Salvatore had the best of intentions. As far as good intentions went, that is. And while strictly speaking, he wouldn't go out of his way to cross the agreement he had made with his brother, well, he wasn't going out of his way by pursuing the object of his interests for a little brotherly tête-à-tête. Nothing wrong with that was there?
After all, if this was the woman that Stefan had chosen to spend his eternity with - and for the life of him, Damon could not even imagine why anyone would choosen to so burden themselves when there were so many willing and eager bloodbanks to pursue - well, far be it from Damon to cramp his lifestyle. And wouldn't it be showing some brotherly interest on his part by getting to know dear sweet Elena?
Alright, maybe that was a bit much. He did know Elena fairly well, he just wanted to study her some more. Call it a psychological study, if you will. And no, for those who consider themselves junior versions of Freud, he was not obsessed with her because of her passing resemblance to Katherine. Not at all. No, rather, he appreciated Elena for her own special brand of charm.
He had yet to see her since his arrival, being the good Damon that he actually knew how to be when he chose to be. He knew Stefan was seeing her, and until now that had sufficed. But tonight Damon was feeling restless, and there was a warmth in the air that found resonance in his blood. And he was determined to quarry his prey this night, come what may.
Finding her was easy for him, of course, with his superattenuated senses. He could have done this at any time, but had refrained for Stefan's sake. But not now. He was going to do something for his own sake, he decided, as he moved with determination and deliberation toward the woods where he knew her to be.
*Only the Good Die Young, Billy Joel