Monthly Archives: January 2014
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
It was literally a blink — he was stretched out on the bed, and then she was pressed up against his half-naked body and his mouth was on hers. She bit his lip and clawed her fingernails into his shirt and something in the back of her mind, fueled by anger, declared that if he was going to be that way then she would show him who was in charge here. So she burned his shirt off.
Damon felt the rush of heat coupled with the burns. They healed quickly and he pulled away, grimacing. “That was my favorite shirt,” he murmured before kissing her again, hands sliding up her back before ripping her shirt off her body and tossing it on the ground behind them.
His kiss necessarily smothered her reply. She bit his lip again, not as hard, and tore her mouth away long enough to gasp, “buy a new one,” before attacking his throat. Unlikely as it was to work, she tried to shove him back toward the bed as well.
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“There’s a foreclosed sign on the door! Stop /lying/ to me!” She clenched her fists. “If you want me to just leave you alone, fine, just say so. But don’t dress it up in concern for me — and since you are concerned for me, give me a little fucking agency!”
It took her a second to realise she’d said ‘since’ instead of ‘if’, and then she bared her teeth in deeper rage.
Damon sat up and glared at her for a moment before flashing in front of her, gripping her waist and pulling her against him before crashing their lips together. It was probably a bad idea and she was probably going to brutally murder him but it was the only thing he could think to do.
It was literally a blink — he was stretched out on the bed, and then she was pressed up against his half-naked body and his mouth was on hers. She bit his lip and clawed her fingernails into his shirt and something in the back of her mind, fueled by anger, declared that if he was going to be that way then she would show him who was in charge here. So she burned his shirt off.
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Summer’s gaze went entirely flat. “I /knew/ you were holding out on me. Nobody faces death like that, not even a vampire. Put your fucking pants back on.”
Damon pulled the small bottle of blood out of his bag and took a sip, grimacing and stuffing it back in his bag. He started healing almost immediately and stumbled back over to his bed, landing face down. “My house. If you don’t want to see me half naked, you can leave. Faking my death was supposed to keep you safe and away from me,” he said, looking back at her. “So… Yeah. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“There’s a foreclosed sign on the door! Stop /lying/ to me!” She clenched her fists. “If you want me to just leave you alone, fine, just say so. But don’t dress it up in concern for me — and since you are concerned for me, give me a little fucking agency!”
It took her a second to realise she’d said ‘since’ instead of ‘if’, and then she bared her teeth in deeper rage.
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Her hand on his skin stilled, and a line formed where one eyebrow met the top of her nose. In fact, everything about her seemed to close in, close down, like watching a fortress prepare for battle.
“If I leave, you will be alone. No one should have to die alone.”
Damon sighed, looking away before sitting up slowly. “Alright, you’re ruining my plans,” he said, coughing as he rolled out of bed. He wiped the sweat from his face and got up, limping to his bag and digging through it.
Summer’s gaze went entirely flat. “I /knew/ you were holding out on me. Nobody faces death like that, not even a vampire. Put your fucking pants back on.”
-Who did this to you?-
Summer rolled over on her side, coughing weakly, and swiped a smear of blood off her cheek. “Just some children … I’m fine, I’m fine.”
|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version
- “Woah, when did you get that?”
- “Who did this to you?”
- “How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
- “You’re saying this was an accident?”
- “What a shiner!”
- “If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
- “I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
- “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
- “Let me kiss it better.”
- “If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
- “Another fight?”
- “What happened to your face?”
- “I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
- “Let’s get you to bed.”
- “Let’s get you to the hospital.”
- “Why are you so calm about this?”
- “You’re bleeding!”
- “What are friends for, ey?”
- “So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
- “You need to look where you’re going.”
- “I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
- “Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
- “Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
- “I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
- “You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
- “I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
- “How could you be so careless?”
- “I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
- “H-how many of them were there?”
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“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
She shook his leg. “Don’t be snarky. I wouldn’t be handling that and you know it. The only thing I need, since you’re so determined to die, is contact information for your brother, and for you to know that when you die I’m cremating your body. Just to be sure you’re dead.” She gave him a dark smile.
Damon rolled his eyes. “I promise I’ll be dead,” he said, smiling bitterly before sighing and looking away. “So are you going to stay and play nurse or accept the fact that I’m going to die and leave?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Her hand on his skin stilled, and a line formed where one eyebrow met the top of her nose. In fact, everything about her seemed to close in, close down, like watching a fortress prepare for battle.
“If I leave, you will be alone. No one should have to die alone.”
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Much good it’d do you if I was, since you’re /dying/,” Summer said pointedly. She clamped a hand around his ankle again. “I find it hard to believe, since you were so worried about my safety, that you weren’t prepared for this possibility.”
“Of course I was prepared for this possibility. The funeral arrangements are all over there,” he said, pointing to a cabinet. “You’ll see the flower arrangements I want,” he said, giving a sarcastic smile.
She shook his leg. “Don’t be snarky. I wouldn’t be handling that and you know it. The only thing I need, since you’re so determined to die, is contact information for your brother, and for you to know that when you die I’m cremating your body. Just to be sure you’re dead.” She gave him a dark smile.