Who: Damon Salvatore and Lexi Branson What: Drunken Stupidity Where: Random Street When: Early hours of Friday morning Rating: Vampire feeding Status: Complete as Narrative or Open to others.
Damon lay on the pavement staring up at the sky. He supposed it said something about him, that he kept turning to this trick. The trick that Katherine had taught him before he was turned in 1864. He'd taught it to Elena when her humanity was off. And had just been teaching it to Enzo when the seal had dragged him here.
This part of town was quiet, which suited his purposes. He didn't know what he'd do if someone actually stumbled across him. he was too pissed off to think straight. Too drunk. But, nothing had changed from when he left home. Not for him. He loved Elena completely and utterly. But, staying with her was selfish. He knew that. She was better off without him in the long run. Because he was a monster. He killed people, because he was angry. Or just for fun. It didn't bother him. It's who he is. He doesn't have good in him.
Then, his vampire hearing heard a noise. A quiet footstep, and intake of breath. He could hear the thump thump thump of someone's heart, and he groaned.
"Hello?" A female voice called, nervously. "Are you alright?" She said, moving to stand next to him. The blonde woman peered down at him, concern plastered over her face.
"I'm hurt." He said. "And, drunk." He ran his hand over his face, closing his blue eyes briefly.
"Look, I'll call an ambulance," she said pulling her cell phone out and turning away. But he moved quickly, to stand in front of her. Causing her to gasp in shock and back away. But, he was too fast for her, and grabbed her arms, looking into her eyes.
His pupils dilated, "Don't be afraid." he ordered, and she calmed down. "What's your name?"
"Melanie." She replied, as he cupped her face in one hand, running his thumb along the pulse in her neck. It was so tempting, that layer of skin between him and the vein underneath. He could already taste it, the blood gushing acorss his tongue. He imagined feeling that pulse under his mouth, as he drained the life from her. The feel of her pulse slowing, and finally stopping. He hadn't felt that for months.
"Do you know what my problem is Melanie?" He asked her, not expecting an answer. "I'm in love. And yet, I know I don't deserve her. I don't deserve to be happy. I'm a monster. I kill people and I enjoy it."
"Are you going to kill me?" She asked, unafraid.
"I don't know" he groaned, before looking back in her eyes. "Leave, before I decide."
The girl turned and ran, and that was it, he couldn't help it. He was a predator, and all predators enjoy the chase. And, within a flash he was on her. His fangs extended, and piercing into that alluring pulse in her neck. He warm blood flowed into his mouth, and he moaned in pleasure. She was delicious. Blood always had tasted better straight from the vein.
But, as he felt her heart begin to slow, he stopped, and removed his fangs. Biting into his wrist, he fed her his blood. Healing her up.
As he looked into her eyes, he almost wanted to keep feeding. To kill her. But, he resisted the urge. And, instead his pupils dilated again as he compelled her. "You will forget all about this. Now leave before I change my mind."