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Okay.. my dark romance humans.. What is your go to answers when a non-dark romance reader asks you what type of book you read?

Asking for a friend.

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I am not done watching the serie but.. I have a theory on why Rio moves Beth’s hair with only his auricular..

Listen to me..(or read me)

He does that, so his hand (dirtied by the blood of many) doesn’t touch her face. So he doesn’t dirty his girl’s face!

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god looked at me and said how touch starved can we make a girl

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What The Hell, Jay?

First of all, this is my first time writing a fanfic ever, so it may be shitty. Also, my first language isn’t english so, hope I didn’t make too many errors.

Female Original Character x Damon Salvatore

TW: Implication of: SA, Grief, Drug use, SUic1d3 attempts

Backstory: Jay-Lee Bennett had just turned 18. Her life in Mystic Falls hadn’t been easy. Her sister Bonnie, died last year. Leaving her, alone with no one to talk to, except Damon. The girl wasn’t just a rebellious punkette, but also a Bennett Witch. The dark haired girl, struggling with her mental health and her powers. Met the Salvatores brothers when she was at her lowest. Being a friend of the late Vicki, Jay-Lee knew all about the town’s vampires.

Today, was the year anniversary of Bon’s death. A full year without my sister, and 1 and a half without my best friend Vicks..

I was thinking about everything that was happening in this town since Bonnie died. She would’ve hated it I chuckled lowly to myself before wiping a runaway tear and sitting down in front of her grave.

I sighed, and lit my joint before putting a red rose on her grave.

-Hey Bones, what’s up? I guess you don’t have a lot on your plate uh? Listen, its hard, without you and Vicki here. We got problems with the tomb vampires, you know.. The reason you fucking died on me?

*A tear made its way down my cheek, while I inhaled a little puff*

-I miss you so so much.. Its hard being the strong girl who have no shits to give. I don’t know if I can keep it up any longer..You usually made it easier for me..I love you Bones, see you soon.

I got up, and left the cemetery, finally putting out my joint.

***

The morning after, I got to school late, again. Mrs. Halpern shooting me a glare as she probably realized I was high again. I sat in my seat, ignoring the usual pity stares I got form Elena and Stefan, and for a full hour, acted as if I cared about Trigonometry. When the bell rang, I quickly went outside to self-medicate. Tyler-fucking-Lockwood bumping me in the process.

-Hey Junkie! Watch where you walk, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, uh?

He called out. And before I could control myself my powers flaired up and his hair caught on fire.

It didn’t take two seconds before Stefan called out my name again.

So, I left. I didn’t need his morals. I hated myself enough like this.

Walking to the old church, where me and Vicki used to meet, I took a hit on my medicine. It wasn’t the first time that my powers flaired up, Tyler had been lucky that he survived, the last time it happened, the disgusting bastard gropping me wasn’t this lucky.. Elena and both the Salvatores were scared of me, and I knew it. But its not like I could do something about it, trust me, I tried.

As I sat there, thinking about my existence. Something hit me, and I trashed around before finally blacking out.

***

I woke up, and I was in a cage. But what hurt more, was that I recognized the Boarding House. I tried to hear if someone was here, but I couldn’t hear anything. I knew Elena, Stefan and Damon were behind this. I felt betrayed.

Using my powers to escape, I sat on the couch. Waiting for someone to come. And as expected, Damon walked in.

-Oh, you’re out. (Damon called out.)

I glared in response

-The cage was uh, not my idea obviously. But uh it was for uh.. (He stuttered slightly)

-In case my powers flaired up again? In case it became too dangerous?!

-YEAH YOU’RE DANGEROUS JAY! YOU CAN’T FUCKING CONTROL YOURSELF! (He screamed at me). Listen, last time you killed a man, now you lit that Lockwood punk on fire, and as much as I agree that he’s an idiot you can’t do that!! So that’s why we made the cage Jay, just in case..

-In case you had to kill me? But you can’t! And I know because I fucking tried Damon!! (I shouted, getting up from the couch)

His eyes grew dark and the silence grew louder

- Come again? I don’t think I got that right (He fake laughed.)

-I’ll say this once, you.can’t.kill.me.

-No, I got that Jay, what did you say after? (He took a step towards me, head tilted to the side menacingly)

-That I tried? That I wanted to kill myself but failed? Is that what you long to hear Damon?! (My eyes watered while his throat got dry)

He sped towards me and pushed me to the wall by my throat.

-What the fuck Jay-Lee Bennett? Do you really fucking think we would get rid of you? And when did you think that it was okay for you to fucking die on me huh? (He snarled at me)

-Oh come on Damon, no one cares. Stefan and Elena would prefer to have me far, far away from here, ´cause I’m just the crazy junkie who can’t control herself. (I grew quieter)

-Maybe they do, but I don’t Jay, I know you, I care for you.

He softly put my hair behind my ear, grazing my cheek.

-Dam, I can’t do it anymore. (I said, sobbing on his chest)

-The cage was just here so we could have you calm yourself down safely without hurting us or yourself, I would never hurt you. I see you. Behind this strong act you put on. I see you. And.. I l-like you Jay…