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Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 8, 2014 12:22:07 GMT -6
Damon tapped his finger against the counter in an annoying manner. The hunger was starting to come back. If he ever got his hands on that doctor he knew exactly what he would do. He would turn him and then make him his next meal. He let out a frustrated breath, rubbing a hand over his face. His gums ached, and his gut was beginning to hurt as his cravings intensified.
He turned, pacing slightly, before coming back to rest against the counter. It wasn't long before he fingers began to tap against the counter again, his ring clacking against the top. He felt like Stefan all those years ago when his stupid brother had tried to quit human blood cold turkey. He would gladly eat now except that there wasn't anyone to eat.
Eight hours, it had been a quick thing to figure out. The tension and strain in his friend's face was easy to see anytime he was close. The hunger signs obvious, ones he'd lived with for other seventy years the problem was Damon craved his blood and he already knew from experience that his friend wouldn't stop until he was dead.
Shoving the poor soul he'd found on the street through the door looked into the woman's eyes. His pupils dilated as he stared into the woman's eyes. "Darlin' you're going to be good and not scream. I'd so hate to have to leave so early."
The own of the house had already been turned and then killed and Damon had been looking for his next meal and that wasn't going to be him. Humans were easy to turn and he felt no guilt after all the pain humans had caused him. He'd already given her his blood since it was best to do that little bit as far from Damon as possible. "I would apologize darlin' but I value my life above yours."
Lifting his hands to her face he gave a swift jerk as she fell to the floor dead. Stepping over her body he headed into the kitchen. "I think we could both use a drink." A quick search of the house turned up half a bottle of Scotch which would hopefully be enough to curb Damon's huger for a little longer.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 8, 2014 13:05:37 GMT -6
Damon had started pacing. The only thing that kept him from leaving this house and hunting on his own was that he would tear through hundreds of humans without any sort of release until he found what he was truly hungry for. Vampire blood. That or he'd just end up hunting Enzo down, both would be extremely bad.
His head snapped up at the sound of the front door opening. Enzo's scent was the first thing he noticed, and he felt his fangs elongate as the black veins spread under his eyes. He turned away from him, letting out a harsh breath from his mouth. His fangs slowly slid back into place, and he shifted to stare at the body of the woman that in a few minutes would be back up as a vampire.
"You offering?" Damon asked. It was meant to be a joke, but his voice came out a bit too rough and strained. He sat down on a stool next to the counter, and began to tap his fingers against the counter again.
"Me offer to be a tasty dinner morsel? I think not mate." Pulling the stopper out of the bottle and raised it to his lips and took a healthy swing. Yeah after dealing with a murderous ripper vampire who wanted to rip him apart he could use a drink, or a few bottles.
The time line seemed to move up after every feeding, Damon was always hungry, always craving but he could tolerate it and push it back. In truth his own self-preservation was telling him to get the hell out, to leave Damon to cause a trail of vampire and human bodies in his wake. Every time he considered leaving he remembered the hope and will Damon had to live while locked in the basement of Whitmore House.
Enzo still held his humanity and though Damon had the ability to leave him to burn to death he couldn't leave Damon to deal with this alone. They had little hope of finding a cure for Damon without finding Wes but they currently needed to stay one step ahead of the doctor. All he could do was limit the cravings and keep himself alive. "Drink." He said while handing the bottle to Damon. "I'd sure hate to have to snap your neck again mate."
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 8, 2014 13:46:46 GMT -6
"Not even a little nibble?" Damon smirked then took the bottle from Enzo. He took a large gulp of the scotch, but it only barely dimmed the craving. He eyed the bottle, then took another drink. He flicked his eyes towards Enzo. The urge to rip Enzo's throat open was too strong, and sometimes the other vampire had to use drastic measures.
"Yeah, I'm sure you don't." He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, turning to stare at the lifeless body of the woman. She needed to wake up, and soon, before Enzo did have to break his neck. He had taken to breathing out of his mouth now to limit the how much of Enzo's scent he took in. It wasn't helping. He let out a harsh breath, the raised his wrist to his mouth. He bit down hard, using the pain to distract him. His own blood didn't help curb the cravings either.
This was going to be a long night if the newly turned vampire didn't wake up soon. Either he was going to break Damon's neck or Damon was going to feed from him so viciously his head would be separated from his body. He remembered the first time Damon had been given his portion of blood in the basement of Whitmore house, he'd drank it down fast. Enzo had told him not to live for today but to live for the future, Damon still feed in that quick and vicious way.
"I'm not Elena and I don't like being nibbled on mate." Taking the bottle for Damon he gulped down a health portion before handing it back over as he went to check on their new friend who still lay motionless on the floor.
"She's sure taking her time." Nudging the body with his foot he knew well enough to get some distance on Damon, they could both move fast and even three feet was the difference between Damon having a broken neck and he being dead. "Hello darlin' you can wake up anytime. I'm not an all you can eat buffet nor do I wish to be one."
He didn't remember it taking this long before but maybe it was Damon licking his lips and biting his own wrist that seemed to make time slow down. It seemed like an eternity, Damon in excruciation pain he tried to hide his cravings and Enzo refusing to leave or be the main course. "Darlin'." He nudged her again with his foot with an annoyed look.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 8, 2014 14:42:57 GMT -6
The woman came awake with a start suddenly. She srambled away from Enzo, eyes wide with panic as she glanced around.
"W-What happened?"
Damon walked around the corner, pulling the pin from a blood bag. He tossed it at her, not caring as it spilled out across the floor.
"We've invited you to dinner," he spoke. His mouth was already watering with how close she was at transitioning. It wasn't enough, however, and it wouldn't be until she finally ate. His fingers curled around the edge of the counter top until it cracked. If she didn't feed soon he might shove her face into the blood himself.
Damon let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding when the woman lowered herself down to lick the blood from the floor. He waited for a few seconds until she raised her head. The moment he saw a flash of fangs he was on her. His fangs sank into her throat, cutting off the cry of alarm that she uttered. Blood flew as he fed, and there was a crack suddenly, right before he pulled away. Her body fell limp as her head rolled away from her body.
Damon raised to his feet slowly, turning to look at Enzo. Blood dripped from his mouth, and the front of his shirt was covered in the dark liquid of the vampire's blood.
He wiggled his fingers at the woman as came awake with a startled expression on her face. "Finally, I don't like waiting for a lady darlin'. Never was much of a gentlemen." He crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes as she asked what happened. "I fed from you, gave me your blood, broke you're neck. No hard feelings."
The metallic scent of blood was overwhelming and though he'd recently fed that scent still caused him to hunger for it. Though the blood was not his to have, he needed to wait for her to make her choice, or he was going to make the choice for her. His life was far more valuable to him than hers after all.
Watching closely as she lowered herself to the floor he watched as she licked at the blood like a wild animal. Then again most newly transitioned vampires were little more than animals. A glimpse of fang were all he saw before Damon was on her, it was her life for his and he had no qualms about making that deal. Hearing just a moment of a scream of panic he smirked, "Like I said darlin' no hard feelings."
It didn't take long before he heard the thump of a body and then what sounded like a bowling ball rolling down the lane. "Not the kind of gift I wanted." He said as the head stopped by his foot. Kicking it away he looked at Damon ever a killer but this time a killer of their own kind, they needed to find Wes and fast.
"Feeling better mate? Because I really don't want to be stuck in a car with a hungry ripper. Well you might want to clean up before we hit the road. You've got a little..." He motioned to Damon's face and shirt, "All over."
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 8, 2014 15:31:39 GMT -6
"For now," Damon replied, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, not that he helped really. He stared at Enzo for a moment then moved suddenly. His fist connected with the vampire's jaw with a crack, and he watched as Enzo's jaw realigned and healed after the initial break.
"That's for the Elena comment," he muttered. He jerked his shirt over his head, using it to wipe the rest of the blood from his face as he turned to head down the hall towards the bathroom. Sure, Elena had completely ripped his heart from his chest and destroyed the little bit of good he had created inside him, but he still loved her--and he hated himself for it.
Stepping into the bathroom, he turned on the water, cupping his hands under the faucet. He splashed the water onto his face to clean any remaining blood from his face. He tossed the shirt into the trash, walking into the joining bed room to pick up the extra shirt he had brought with him.
Damon finally, rejoined Enzo in the front room. "Let's go."
"Well that's not very comforting mate but I guess I'll take what I can get." Damon trying to clean himself was almost laugh as he made the mess even worse the red turning to pink and smearing over his skin. What a sight he made and it took him back to the day Damon had left him, smoke and flames surrounding them. The air becoming hotter as the flames licked closer.
He could see Damon standing before him putting on the vervain coated bars to no avail. There had been blood and indecision on Damon's face, conflict and then nothing. He was snapped out of his thoughts as Damon's fist connected with his jaw his head not even moving, just his jaw which became dislocated before popping back into place. "Oh well then by all means let me tell you what I really think of the matter."
His eyes narrowed at Damon as he made it way down the hall, friend or not some times he really hated the hopeless asshole. In love with that girl who couldn't seem to make up her mind, who loved two men and was tied to Stefan. "You really are hopeless." He said when Damon was already out of the room and water following.
Moving back into the kitchen he finished off the bottle of Scotch as he waited. Damon was much more fun now than he had been with Elena, she made him someone..something he wasn't.
As Damon came back into the room he stood, "Best to keep moving after all." Wes was ten steps ahead of them always and this game was becoming old, that man would die. Doctor Whitmore had been bad enough but Wes, Wes was worse.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 8, 2014 16:16:02 GMT -6
Damon let out a breath, raising his brows. "Yeah, so we can find that jackass and get the cure."
He opened the front door, gesturing for Enzo to go in front of him. As soon as the other vampire passed by him, he let out a harsh breath. For fucks sake, it was like he was a brand new fledgling without any control. The scent of vampire blood cause the cravings to surface again, but it wasn't bad enough for him to loose control.
"But before we do that," Damon hissed. "I'm going to force my blood down his throat, and snap his neck. He can be my last meal before I cure myself."
His jaw was clenched together in anger, and the black veins spread under his skin briefly before smoothing away. He turned to face Enzo, his lips twitching into a smirk.
"So, let's hurry, yes?"
He opened the car door, and slid inside. He focused on the anger and hatred that was festering inside him instead of the pain. He pressed a hand against his mouth to discreetly rub at his mouth as Enzo climbed into the drivers seat. The time between feedings were getting shorter and shorter, which was not a good thing.
Damon let out a sigh, leaning back in his seat to let his eyes close. Despite their issues of the past, he trusted Enzo enough that after a few moments he let himself drift off into a fitful doze.