“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.
“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.
“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.”
“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.”
“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.
“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.”
“And you’re going to tell me that for however long vampires have existed — and I’m sure it’s been more than a few hundred years — nobody’s found a cure for this.” She leaned over, peering at the ugly mark and trying to ignore the fact that he had really nice legs. And was lying on a bed half-dressed.
The sheer amount of pain he was putting off helped with that.
Damon sighed and shook his head. “The cure is the blood of the hybrid, but Klaus is long gone. So that plan is out the window.” He narrowed his eyes before laughing. “You’re totally checking me out,” he said, smirking triumphantly.
“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.”
“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.”
“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”
Damon sighed. “Do what you want,” he mumbled, looking out the window.
“You are the /worst/ goddamn liar!” Summer jerked the covers off him and fixed a hand around his ankle tightly. “Now. Start by explaining what the fuck is going on.”
Damon swatted her away but sighed, sitting up. “A werewolf’s bite is fatal to a vampire,” he said slowly so she would understand. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them off, tossing them on the floor and exposing the bit on his legs that was turning purple and black. “That’s a werewolf bite. I’m a vampire.”
“And you’re going to tell me that for however long vampires have existed — and I’m sure it’s been more than a few hundred years — nobody’s found a cure for this.” She leaned over, peering at the ugly mark and trying to ignore the fact that he had really nice legs. And was lying on a bed half-dressed.
The sheer amount of pain he was putting off helped with that.
“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.”
“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”
Damon sighed. “Do what you want,” he mumbled, looking out the window.
“You are the /worst/ goddamn liar!” Summer jerked the covers off him and fixed a hand around his ankle tightly. “Now. Start by explaining what the fuck is going on.”
“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 frowned, perching on the edge of the bed. “Why are you lying to me? This is a really strange time to be doing that.”
Damon frowned and looked up at her. “There is no cure for this,” he said, sighing a little before running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to die whether you like it or not. If you think you can fix it, then by all means. Try. But you won’t be able to.”
“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”
“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.”
Yep, no open window. But as far as Summer could tell, there wasn’t anyone else in the house, either. Hovering in front of the closest window to where he was, she put a hand on it, and heated the glass until it ran down in hot globs. They hissed in the chill of the night, but thankfully didn’t set anything on fire. Stepping through the frame, she stalked over to his bedside.
“I’m going to save your life, I think, just so I can kill you myself.”
Damon rolled his eyes, breathing coming to him in long, shaky gasps. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, coughing and pulling the covers up over his head. “Go away. I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do,” he said from underneath muffled covers.
Summer frowned, perching on the edge of the bed. “Why are you lying to me? This is a really strange time to be doing that.”
