Damon Salvatore had everything he ever wanted (someonehasto) wrote in the100, @ 2015-10-18 00:36:00 |
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Damon had not enjoyed his time as a human. He'd cut himself shaving, and it hadn't healed. And that was just the least of it. He knew he'd agreed to do this for Elena. But, for her it would be worth it. He'd be with her, build a life. A family. And, it may have been something he hadn't thought about in 150 years. But, he wanted to be the father of her kids. But, this. This was just a sick joke. He was fragile, and vulnerable. And couldn't do a damned thing. So, he was pissed off. He'd spent most of the last two days pissed off. Even though it wasn't as intensely as he was used to. So, after he'd gotten annoyed by Loki, he headed towards the doors to the mountain. Even Damon could realise that it might not be a good idea for him to be around people when he became himself again. When his emotions were amplified. He could control himself most of the time. But, anger was never easy for him. He'd let it control him for far too long. And, when Damon was angry, he had a habit of becoming violent. As soon as he cleared the doors, he started running, and after a few minutes he felt the magic hit. It almost felt like when he'd first turned. Almost, apart from the fact that he was a hell of a lot stronger than he would have been in 1864. His fangs elongated, as the veins around his eyes started to stand out. He easily slipped into vamp speed as he continued running. Stretching his legs, enjoying the feel of being himself. Trying to run the anger off. But, he was livid. The anger had turned to rage as he knew it would, and he just needed to kill something. Anything. He paused, scanning the area for something to bury his teeth into. He hated eating animals. Hated the grossness of it. But, here he'd soon realised they were almost as good as people. Almost. Still it would do, for now. As he extended his senses, he heard movement behind him. The snap of a twig, and yup that was the twang of an arrow. He must have run further then he meant to. With lightening quick reflexes he turned and caught the arrow just before it pierced his flesh. And then he snarled. Within seconds he was on the grounder that had shot at him, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his neck, letting the warm blood flow down his throat. He soon felt the second grounder approach him from behind, and threw his victim to the ground, as he turned to intercept them. Relishing in the gasp of surprise when they saw his face. And burying his fangs into her. Still, even in his anger, he stopped before her pulse slowed too much. And, dropping her to the floor next to her companion, he knelt to check he was still alive. He was, and while he wouldn't admit it, he was relieved. He didn't mind killing. But, he knew when he needed to be more discreet. Biting into his own wrist, he pressed the bleeding wound into the unconscious mouths of both grounder so. Healing them. Before, dragging them somewhere quiet for him to wait for them to wake so he could compel them to forget they ever saw him. |