Love the fact that you had Elena realizing they were in this mess because of the fact that she wanted him to do digging. Love it, hell hit in the feels
That sneak peak might be the death of me because all I saw in my head was Damon taking Matt’s place. I think it would actually be quite comical because the snarky retorts by both of them would be interesting to see.
Add in the actual physical touching and ow ow ow
Also add in the fact that Damon and Katherine have yet to actually speak about the night he went through with killing her, so there would be all that angst and he’d probably be egging her on, taunting her so to get her angry and show him that Petrova fire
Yes I get that it’s Elena in the gifs but use your imagination people.
Sometimes the writer in me wants to bang my head against the wall at the fact that the writers had so much DK potential but fucked it up, yup I cursed, because literally they fucked it up
Stay in his arms, that could have been an option and it certainly would be one later. But for now, there were far more important matters at hand. A million and one questions that she needed to be answered and right now, he was the only one that could answer them for her. Because for now, as few people needed to know about this possible. Surviving for so long, she had learned one very important detail. Always be one step a head of your enemies. With this plan, she would have been that and then some…. But that was before things went horribly wrong. She had a lot of catching up to do and very little time to do it in. Who knew how many were aware of what had just happened. How many were aware of her survival? All it took was one, the wrong vampire who wanted to get in Klaus’ good graces. Right now that’s how little of chance she stood. And for Katherine Pierce there was nothing she detested more than the idea of being so vulnerable and weak,
"What year is it Damon? It’s not that difficult of a question." The frustration was clear in her tone when she didn’t receive an immediate answer. Based on the things she had seen so far, a lot more than just a couple years had passed. She had a feeling she wouldn’t like his answer but considering she was already far from happy. It was safe to say she couldn’t get any worse than this. "2009?’ She repeated, closing her eyes for the briefest moment, a frustrated sigh breaking through her lips, 1864 was the year she had been imprisoned within her own trap And now here it was, 2009 no wonder it had felt like and eternity…she was there longer than most humans live…nearly twice over. She didn’t know what she was going to do, she had no idea what was going to happen and that’s what terrified her most. And frustration came with the fact that she was even afraid at all. How could she not be. The year it was, she had hundreds of years to catch up on. No clue where Klaus was. No idea what he was up to. For all she knew he had heard news of her death and that was that. But Katherine was hardly foolish enough to let herself believe that.
Her eyes opened once more, at the sound of movement, watch as Damon slipped of his bed and stepped towards her. Her expression was even easily hiding everything she was really feeling. Keeping all her thoughts and insecurities to herself. “We’ve got a lot of work to do..” She replied, pulling her hands away from him. It was nothing personal, but she was hardly in the mood for any distractions….no matter how small. She had more than a lot of catching up to do and sh wanted to get started as soon as possible. Which meant first of all, getting herself cleaned up. Stepping outside in public now, very much unwanted attention was all she would get. “So, where is this grand bathtub of yours?”
Damon had tried his absolute best not showing disappointment the moment she had drawn her hands back from him. What the hell did you expect a warm embrace and sweet nothings whispered in your ear….wake up this is Katherine he reminds himself and he was right because even in a weakened state she somehow still remained strong and assertive as ever. Already the wheels in the diabolical head of hers were turning and though the statement itself wasn’t tender the meaning behind Damon took into account we smiling slightly as he gives a nod of his head “yes we do.”
“In the bathroom where all tubs tend to be” no sarcasm laced in his voice if anything it’s teasing as he offers a sly smirk that curls at his lips “and you couldn’t be more right with your choice of words….you’ll see that my bathroom is something Kings and even Queens would find to their standards….but that’s nothing compared to my spacious shower” he explains. “I’ll go draw you a bath” moving past her he crosses into his bathroom heading immediately towards the bath tub, turning the knob as the water begins to cascade down, placing his finger underneath he tests the water temperature knowing the exact setting Katherine considered satisfying, and once he finds it he locks it so that the water will now begin to fill the tub. Wanting to make Katherine as comfortable as possible he walks over to the sink, crouching down pulling open the cabinet as he reaches for a bottle of wild honeysuckle bubble bath, closing the cabinet and rising from his spot he uncaps the bottle pouring a couple of droplets into the tub as the water continues to rise and slowly bubbles begin to form. After a few seconds once the tub is filled he kills the water, crossing out of the bathroom and heading back to Katherine “you’re all set…I have it exactly how I know you’ll like it” he pauses for a moment rocking awkwardly on his heels. Damon had seen Katherine naked in 1864 plenty of times and even though in his eyes she was still breath taking as ever he didn’t want her to feel self conscious.
“Well” pursing his lips together “if you are in need of assistance I will gladly help once you get settled in, but for now I can go downstairs get you a glass of blood so that you can enjoy it while your relaxing….while I wash you up.”
Who the hell knows anymore with this show….
Sure what the hell…..
- As a kid Dominick the Donkey was my favorite Christmas song when hearing it I’d dance around the table. When I hear it now I feel like a kid again
- Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart is my all time favorite song I’ll blare it and sing it loud when it’s on.
- I don’t like things by my eye, for example when people poke their eyes I flinch
- Sometimes I’ll watch a Hallmark movie just to remind myself I do have that sensitive side to me and can still feel
- Whenever I’m alone I’ll make animal noises
The vampire listened to his friend speak of the girl that stole his heart the one he had loved, it was funny how two vampires trapped in a cell were now speaking of their past involving the one true love. Sliding his glass to his side he was the one to teach Damon to savour the blood and not devour it like any typical vampire would, looking at the concrete wall that had him caged for centuries before meeting Damon it was a lonely place humming outloud.
"We all have secrets and yet when it comes from the opposite sex it’s intriguing, nevermind the beauty or the desire of wanting to hold her but that dark lured you in that spark was the predator setting a game to her prey" Enzo spoke from experience before he was taken or in the war he enjoyed the game of being the ultimate predator he didn’t know how to act upon or control the lust of blood.
”Where is she? by the way you speak of the certain woman how is it that you still talk sweetly of this venomous snake”
Light at the end of the tunnel, not being all melodramatic that’s one of the lesson Enzo had taught him telling him to not just focus on the negatives but to hold onto the positives an if there was any light to the situation it was the fact that he had a friend, because Damon knew full well if he had been in this alone death and hopelessness would have greeted him sooner then he’d like.
“I was known for being quite popular among the Southern Belle’s they had deemed me fitting for husband material little did they know though that once my father croaked I’d be left with nothing, it’s an unspoken tradition to leave everything to your eldest son, but my father wouldn’t have listened to that little rule, because he despised me….the only love he had was towards my younger brother Stefan” but that was a story for another time. “Katherine entranced me, she wasn’t the cliché Southern Belle she spoke her mind, did what she wanted without caring of the consequences, I was bewitched the moment of our encounter.”
The next question caused Damon’s soft expression to crumble “she….she was taken” he whispers guilt now reflecting in his dark hues “at first I had believed her to be dead….when I had woken as a Vampire I went to find her only to see our town church up in flames….but later on thanks to her handmaid it was revealed that Katherine was very well alive….entombed…..she’s been entombed all these years” a heavy sigh escaping him “and I promised myself I’d be the one to free her….and yet now I like her am trapped.”
Standing by the glass door to the balcony of the apartment she shared with her live in boyfriend Anton, Elena sipped on a cup of hot chocolate, watching the rain droplets bounce off the glass. There was something strangely cathartic about the storm raging outside the four walls she had bound herself in lately, like it was washing away the haunted past of yesterday. She rubbed her arm gently, tracing her fingertips over the bruises that had been left over from the previous night. After all she had endure she still believed that Anton would stop, that it had all been some sort of misunderstanding, but it never changed.
The creaking of the front door echoed around the small living room, signaling the arrival of the man of the house. The brunette found herself trembling lightly as the smell of vodka and roses started to drift through all the open air. He had been drunk again, thinking that a gesture of flowers would excuse him for the hits that were sure to follow. “You little fucking whore!” His husky voice slurred in rage as a familiar leather jacket hung over the chair near the entrance.
Closing her eyes, Elena cursed herself for not hanging Damon’s jacket up in her closet like she normally did when he had loaned it to her. It wasn’t that she was cheating on Anton. It was that Damon was the only person that refused to let Anton push him out of her life. She need one thing to hold on to, one thing to grasps as she was drowning in the sea of her own depression. She didn’t even bother to respond, Anton wouldn’t have listened to it anyways.
Squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as she could, Elena winced as she felt the pressure of his foot against her knee, which would have instantly caused her to tumble to the floor had Anton not reached out and grabbed her by the neck, his digits squeezing her throat causing her to chock for air. Elena tried to squirm out of his grasp but her attempts were futile. She had braced herself for her eminent death. This was the end. This was where her life lead to, strangled to death on her own living room for.
As her arms flailed, pawing at his body behind herself, she noticed something in his pocket, a hard oblong shape. She didn’t have time to think or wonder what it was. She reached into his pocket to grab it, causing him to punch her square in the back, collapsing on the floor. As he started to stalk towards her again she gripped the cold, firm object and prepared to hit him over the head with it, but she realized she was holding a gun. With her hand shaking, she closed her eyes, pointing it in his direction, squeezing the trigger.
The force of the bullet exploding from the barrel of the gun caused her to fall back, her head banging against the carpet of the floor. She heard his body fall down and she knew he had been hit bad when he didn’t scream or attempt to punch her again. Standing up slowly, she let the tears stream from her eyes, her hand flying to cover her mouth. She was a murder, she had killed the man she had lived with. She fell to her knees pulling out her cell and dialing Damon’s number. When she heard the click of an answer,. she mustered up the strength to choke out through her sobs. “I need you. Come over. It’s an emergency.”
Leaning against the dull wall, leg arched slightly as he keeps his arms folded along his broad chest, his gaze over towards his partner sitting across from the suspect they were interrogating. Right now they were playing a game of good cop and bad cop only there was a twist to this game instead Damon was remaining eerily silent with a yellow folder in hand every so often locking gazes with the suspect seeing the sweat practically forming over their brow. Intimidation sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn’t but in this case it was clear it was working perfectly.
Every now and then he watched as the male suspect would glance over towards the folder in Damon’s hand trying to get a peak of what was hiding inside, but unfortunately for him it was slyly hidden behind his muscular arms. Today had been a long day, well actually scratch that anytime he was on the job was considered a long and stressful day his eyes showing proof of it with the small bags under his eyes. When he was on the job he always made sure to dress in his finest and today was sporting black dress pants and a blue button up, his jacket draped over the chair after having to take it off when he began to find himself feeling a little warm in the room.
With his partner glancing over his shoulder Damon took it as his silent cue causing him to push himself from the wall moving over towards the empty chair and occupying it “Miss Mikealson was taken from her residence at nine on Tuesday night….we have photos here” flipping the folder open revealing security cam pictures of two figures “of Elijah coming to pick Miss Mikelason up” he explains letting the blonde haired man skim through the pictures “though your brother was the last one to be seen with your sister it doesn’t seem like he had anything to do with her abduction considering the fact that he’s at the intensive care unit in the hospital…and from our technicians on the forensic team after looking over the car it seems that it had been sabotaged and tampered with” flipping through the photos until he reaches the accident photos sliding them across the table “so” tapping his fingers against the metal table “anything you’d like to share with us Kol?”
The simple sound of a bell chiming alerted him that someone was calling and seeing as he was an Agent ignoring calls was something that wasn’t option. “Sorry about this” he mutters reaching into his pants pocket fishing out his Samsung Galaxy S4 glancing at the ID as it flashes Elena on the screen and immediately his stomach sinks knowing this isn’t going to be a I miss you call “I need to take this” knowing his partner can handle it he excuses himself from the room, closing the door behind him and stepping outside into the hall pressing the accept button as he raises it to his ear “Salvatore.”
Just as predicted the second he hears her panicked tone he knows something isn’t right not even questioning her “I’m on my way” ending the call as he swings the interrogation room open, leaning in the doorway “something came up….you know I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t urgent…are you going to be okay on your own” he asks trying to not show the anxiousness flooding his expression. “Get your ass out of here I got this” giving a grateful smile he steps into the room retrieving his jacket and throwing it on before clapping his partner in the back “thanks Ric I owe you one.”
Racing his heart was racing as was his car as he put the pedal to the metal passing out any cars in his way and going through any lights or stop signs that would halt him. He had pushed his car to new limits, but this was Elena and he needed to be here now. Breathing a sigh of relief as he reaches the apartment complex he kills the engine of his car, sliding out, closing the door behind him and racing to the entrance, not having time to wait for the elevator he swings open the door bolting up the flight of stairs until he reaches her floor, jogging to the door of her apartment. Removing his Px4 handgun from his holster not being one for patience he reaches the knob of the door, pleased that it’s unlocked he turns it stepping through the threshold of the apartment, quietly closing it behind him. Shifting the gun vertically keeping his thumb forward he proceeds to walk through the apartment. Though his nerves want him to call out to her he remains in silence just in case an intruder is in the house or worse Anton just the name alone causing anger to course through Damon. What he walked in on next caused his heart to sink his gaze falling on the lifeless body, clear as day that he was dead as he noticed the blood pooled around him. Sniffling caused him to divert his attention to Elena curled up in the corner and even somewhat hiding Damon was able to visibly catch strangulation marks around her throat causing him to bite back a growl. Placing his gun back in his holster he hesitantly approaches Elena, crouching down beside her as he places his hands on her shoulders “I’m here” he whispers in reassurance “you had to” the smell of alcohol catching his attention of course “it was either you or him” thank god it was him…to bad it wasn’t me who got to see the last of life run through him “I’ll handle it.”
“You have got to be kidding me” Elena groaned, pulling her car over to the side of the road. Not like she had much of a choice, the rattling of her car….the obvious signs of a flat tire. Cutting off the engine, getting out of her car…only to be proven right. At this hour, no towing company nearby was going to be open. To put it lightly, she didn’t have the slightest idea how to change a tire. She knew nothing about cars really. The lack of a spare tire set her back a little bit too. Pushing her hair back out of her face, resisting the urge to let out another sigh. It was just a flat tire….nothing that couldn’t be fixed….It was a matter of getting home that was the problem. She could just hear her Dad’s voice in her head now. Telling her no matter what time, she could call him and he’d be there. As true as she knew that was, she didn’t feel like bothering her parents
The walk wasn’t far two…three miles at the very most. Fortunately for the the town of Mystic Falls wasn’t that big. Sure she’d never hear the end of it from her Dad, Being out all on her own this time of night. She had heard all his stories…the apparent history of her family and she didn’t believe a word of it. Surely if vampires were real(which they weren’t) she would have met one by now. Besides this was Mystic Falls, the quiet town in Virginia, nothing bad ever happens here.
One quick glance, opening up her car door to make sure she had the keys…taking her jacket. Locking up the door, and with it shut she began her walk. The one that would take some time, and so much for her just going home and going to bed. Or better yet she should have taken up her parents offer and stayed at their house for the night, her old room. Putting her jacket on as she continued to walk…for the most part it was silent all around as to be expected. No one in town would be coming out this way. The Grill was closed, everyone would be home…and she was stuck out here on her own. It wasn’t so bad…sure it was a little chilly but nothing she couldn’t handle. Or so she thought, only a couple minutes and she swore she had heard something. Coming to a stop, she quickly glanced around. “Hello…” She called out, already feeling stupid. No one was there…her mind just playing tricks on her. That was all, nothing to worry about.
Mystic Falls, home, ugh the word seemed so foreign to him. Here he was one hundred and seventy nine years old at least in Vamp years finally making his way back home. Throughout over a century never once had he bothered to step foot in dreary old Mystic Falls. There had been a time way back when he was still human that he had considered this town to be his home, it was a small town something not deemed as special to anyone that passed through, but to Damon it had been home because he had grown up here, become a man here and fallen in love here. Back when he was human, a foolish man he had still been a romantic as heart hoping to one day marry the girl of his dreams, buy a house granted it wouldn’t have been as extravagant as the Salvatore Manor seeing as he would have been left with nothing once his father had passed everything from money to his business would be handed down to Stefan even though tradition was to give everything to the eldest son, but it didn’t matter to Damon because the riches he lacked with money would have been made up in love.
Katherine Pierce she hadn’t been your run of the mille Southern Belle and maybe that had been one of the various reasons Damon had found himself drawn to her, because the second he had encountered Miss Katherine Pierce he found himself immediately entranced by her. Even when Katherine had revealed her dark and dirty little secret Damon still remained faithfully and loyally beside her. Most men would have fled and run from the hills the second they had the opportunity but Damon hadn’t been must men which probably had been reason for why he had allowed Katherine to introduce him to a whole other world, a darker world. Love, over the moon in love with her so it took no hesitation on his part to know that he wanted to be a Vampire so that he could have forever with Katherine, but unfortunately his little brother had screwed that up going to daddy dearest foolishly thinking if he had spoken to their father about Vampires that he’d see them in a new light, but instead it only added to their father’s suspicions in Katherine resulting in her being taken by the council.
To Damon, Katherine was his life and without her he was nothing he found no reason worthy enough to keep him in this world, but his brother wouldn’t have it and instead of letting him go he forced him to turn tempting him with blood, and the predator within couldn’t resist such a sinful temptation. Maybe it had been fate because shortly after Katherine’s handmaid had revealed to Damon that Katherine wasn’t dead, but instead entombed meaning in time she’d be free and for the next 145 years give or take spend his time making loyal on his promise to free her and reunite with her.
There was a beautiful irony to it all Damon had left Mystic Falls because of what they had done to Katherine only returning years later for her. With the stunt she had pulled over on him with her not being in the tomb he should have tossed her all together, but still he held onto her, because deep down he could never truly let her go, deep down her blood ran through his veins and even if he tried to bleed her out he couldn’t. Their relationship with each other through the years hadn’t been something deemed special, but it had been enough for Damon because at least in some way she was with him, but he no longer had given her his heart which meant countless women time and time again were lucky to catch his attention, granted each night he finally did fall asleep it was Katherine was sleeping beside. Honestly he should have let her rot but when he noticed the sudden bit of anxiousness that would flood her now and then or how her gaze would sweep around the room he had finally gotten her to confess and let out her inner demons and he had been damn near shocked to find out she had been on the run from an Original Vampire who wanted her head because she had screwed up his sacrificial ritual because she had refused to have her heart served on a platter. The moment that she had revealed that Klaus was still kicking and searching for her the 1864 part of himself kicked in promising her he’d do anything and everything in his power to protect her.
Anything and everything had brought Damon to this moment as he lurked in the shadows watching Katherine’s doppelganger it amazed Damon granted she was a bit older than Katherine he could see the resemblance uncanny he thinks to himself his dangerous blues following her every move as she grumbles in frustration at her sudden car troubles thanks to yours truly smirking slightly as he watches her shut the door in defeat and begin her little walk.
Honestly this town over the years hadn’t changed one bit still predictable as ever. There were still things Damon was curious about but he’d wait for Katherine’s arrival and then fire questions at her, granted he was pretty sure her business she was dealing with probably had to do with his little brother. Holding back the growl he continues to trail the girl, so this was it Katherine’s get out of jail free card it was somewhat of a pity considering she was quite the pretty young thing I could have a lot of fun with her he thinks to himself. Damon had been a predator for years, hunting his prey and finding great pleasure in it so he was already quite a few steps ahead of the girl as he moved past her in lightening speed as he headed toward the road where he had abandoned his car.
Poor girl left all alone, stranded on this brisk night, but luckily for her a kind stranger would just happen to pass her and offer her a lift. Headlights on as he drives his beloved 1969 Chevrolet Camaro down the long and winding road until he spots her figure walking on the left side of the road “show time” he whispers to himself bringing his car to a slow until he’s pressing the brake on his car, rolling down his window and offering her a charming grin “I’m guessing you’re not out for a midnight stroll” he asks keeping one hand braced on the steering wheel while the other rests against the outside of his car “car trouble” he asks with a raised brow pausing for a moment as he thinks about it “seeing as this is a small town you’ll be waiting on end for a tow to finally pick you up” not sounding eager “I can wait with you if you’d like” and now “or I can give you lift back into town.”
Dammit to hell it’s not fair how Katherine looked sinfully delicious in last nights episode and yet no DK scene.
If Damon had been in that vault with her instead much, much, much more would have happened even if it was a small enclosed space.
Can you imagine though Caroline’s expression if she had opened it she would have been horrified and Damon would just look up at her give her his famous shit eating smirk and tell her to either stay and enjoy the show or shut up and get the hell out