Damon Salvatore is complicated. (flipstheswitch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-08-22 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon salvatore |
Who: Damon Salvatore
What: Fixing a few things
Where: The Police Station
When: While Alex is in jail
Rating: PG
Status: One Shot
Damon had met Logan and Judy and agreed to do a job. Alex was in trouble thanks to more than a few stupid moves and a dream injury. He almost didn't agree, but there had been just a bitter twist. It was a conversation with Elena that was really at the front of his mind. He had been an Augustine vampire, imprisoned for five years in a basement, given just enough blood to live on and cut open over and over again. The goal was to 'study' how vampires truly worked. To Damon it was torture, and he really didn't heal completely. Each day he had hoped that someone would come and no one did, not Stefan or any family member. He only had Enzo sitting across from him in his own cell. He was miserable every day - lonely beyond reason. He'd never leave Alex to that fate, and the minute he saw him, it erased any lingering doubt immediately. In fact, it was quite difficult not to run into the precinct and jump right in, but he couldn't.
He went to Leon's place first and looked at the door. Finding another door like it, he listened for movement behind the wood. Hearing nothing he shoved a screwdriver into the keyhole and wrecked the lock, then took pictures of it. This would replace the originals. He drove downtown to the worst area, hiding in the shadows until he had a victim alone. Shootings and stabbings were common here. 'Well - okay, just flip that switch.' It wasn't really that easy, but he marked the location and took a mental picture of the man to use for later when he laid out the alternate evidence. The secret of the alley would stay with him. 'Sorry, Brother.' He stepped away into the night as quickly as he came.
He changed clothes then stopped by the police station. It wasn't as busy, and it was easy to corral one of the officers at his desk and get a good luck at his eyes. Compulsion was a skill that took practice to get just right, but four years in, and Damon could lock on and instruct. He gave a statement of new evidence. He had been outside during the crime against detective Orcot. He had heard a scuffle and a gunshot and saw a man running away from the scene. He instructed the man not only to believe him, but to pull the original statement by Alex, add his in the name of Sam Heathcliff, and add the photo of the broken lock. He tucked the originals in his coat. "Also," he said, capturing those eyes again, "You remember me as a blond with brown eyes and a double chin. You know nothing else about me." He left the building but stood outside until the man went home and night shifted to morning.
He walked back in, remembering the name he compelled out of the night watchman. Detective Irving was at his desk. Damon also noted that detective Echolls was also at his. He didn't see the little bunny. 'Look what you made me do, Bunny,' he half smiled. He introduced himself as Harold Smith, and slapped down his ID. It didn't really matter what the ID said. His eyes were focused. "Listen carefully. It's about the Orcott shooting. You know Alex didn't do it. The man he described is in the morgue right now. Someone opened his throat last night. Get the file, compare the notes. You know it's him. You know Alex is innocent. I am here to discuss a robbery at a drug store and not this case. This information comes from the man on duty last night. You understand?" The man nodded dumbly. I know nothing about Orcott, but you know that his boyfriend is innocent. Tomorrow you will tell the judge that you believe he is innocent and have closed the case with the real shooter's death. Show him the evidence. Understand?" It wasn't much, but it didn't point at Alex, and that was what they needed. He nodded and Damon bid him a good day. He'd make a quick stop at the hospital just in case there was any damning evidence there, and then he'd leave it to everyone else. The only way to remove the compulsion was to kill the vampire.
It was done. He had done the job that nobody did for him. Maybe it wasn't entirely ethical, and it didn't matter. He lived in that gray area in between.