Character(s): Damon, ?? Rating: 15+ Cautions/Warnings: swearing Location: all over the damn island Approximate Date: one week after the blizzard Status: open
This island was seriously fucked up. Between Rose walking around not being Rose--and him actually believing that she wasn't Rose--and a freak BLIZZARD that dumped who knew how damn much snow on a population that was unprepared for it, and then islanders dying from the snow and cold, but not staying dead (okay, yeah, that REALLY freaked him out--and he was a fucking vampire!)... yeah, it was creepy.
Now this cave. Joe Kalili had mentioned it, and Damon had been determined NOT to investigate it. But it was like a goddamned siren, calling him. He even dreamed about the fucking thing. So he finally gave in, and investigated. The other vampire there ("the other" because thus far there was only him and Legs representing their species) had told him he'd found some useful things.
Well, the cave must've liked Legs better (he couldn't figure out why... after all he, Damon fucking Salvatore, was utterly charming!!), because it yielded nothing to him except major feelings of creepiness, or evilness or something. He didn't waste much time in there before deciding that the cave was psychically telling him to get the fuck out--and he was happy to oblige.
Now he was wading in the ocean, trying to shake the residual unease. He avoided looking at the cliffs that housed the cave--where someone or something had carved a skeletal face.