Post by Enzo on Sept 7, 2014 23:57:56 GMT -6
The bar had been closed for about an hour now but it wasn't like anyone had cared that he was there. Compelling had gotten him to stay past closing time all by his lonesome. Oh right all my his lonesome and a lovely blond waitress who was waiting out in the bathroom until her compelled manager left. Couldn't have a drink without having a drink after all.
Coming out of the bathroom she set across from him and offered her wrist. Leaning forward his lips moved over her vein in her wrist her pulse pounding under his lips her blood flowing so close to the surface he could almost taste it. Opening his mouth his fangs elongated as he bit into her wrist before moving his glass of whiskey to catch the flowing blood.
She sat back unseeing pressing a beverage napkin against her wrist to keep her from bleeding out. Maybe if he were Stefan or Elena he would care enough to give her his blood to heal but humans meant little to him. The only one who had meant something to him had been laid to rest, while he was cut open on an exam table, killed by the only person he'd ever trusted to tell the stories he held close to his heart. The only person who had know what Maggie had meant to him.
As much as he wanted to hate Damon if he hated Damon than he had nothing to hold on to, no faith or hope. Tilting the glass he drained the contents and filled the glass with whiskey once more, "Wrist." He said simply before reopening the wound which was beginning to coagulate. "Thank you darlin' now if you wouldn't mind showing yourself out." She started to leave, "Oh and forget this happened."
Kicking his feet up onto the table he looked up at the ceiling bored out of his mind, this town was incredibly boring and Damon's so called friends were even more so. How had Damon been able to survive so long with so many goodie-two-shoe type people? It was a bore that even alcohol and blood didn't fix. Though he had a strange feeling neither of those two things would be enough. If he could find a witch maybe they could tell him if the other side was truly gone if hope was lost.
Coming out of the bathroom she set across from him and offered her wrist. Leaning forward his lips moved over her vein in her wrist her pulse pounding under his lips her blood flowing so close to the surface he could almost taste it. Opening his mouth his fangs elongated as he bit into her wrist before moving his glass of whiskey to catch the flowing blood.
She sat back unseeing pressing a beverage napkin against her wrist to keep her from bleeding out. Maybe if he were Stefan or Elena he would care enough to give her his blood to heal but humans meant little to him. The only one who had meant something to him had been laid to rest, while he was cut open on an exam table, killed by the only person he'd ever trusted to tell the stories he held close to his heart. The only person who had know what Maggie had meant to him.
As much as he wanted to hate Damon if he hated Damon than he had nothing to hold on to, no faith or hope. Tilting the glass he drained the contents and filled the glass with whiskey once more, "Wrist." He said simply before reopening the wound which was beginning to coagulate. "Thank you darlin' now if you wouldn't mind showing yourself out." She started to leave, "Oh and forget this happened."
Kicking his feet up onto the table he looked up at the ceiling bored out of his mind, this town was incredibly boring and Damon's so called friends were even more so. How had Damon been able to survive so long with so many goodie-two-shoe type people? It was a bore that even alcohol and blood didn't fix. Though he had a strange feeling neither of those two things would be enough. If he could find a witch maybe they could tell him if the other side was truly gone if hope was lost.