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The Night Shift

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 6857

{This is a long one, folks. Over 20+ pages. But it enjoyable nonetheless. I hope you enjoy. Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics}

Being a night owl came easy to you. Afterall, it was part of the job. Besides it being a requirement though, you enjoyed it. There was always something about the night, moon high & heavy in the sky, that kept you energized, aware, prepared. Unlike the others in the crew, you didn’t need coffee or tobacco to keep you awake on the job, the excitement alone did it for you. You sometimes wish you had an agenda like others on the crew—vengeance or being a damn purist—but you simply enjoyed the thrill, the danger you would potentially get yourself into when it came to facing them.

The Salvatore’s. Brothers. Or others like them: vampyres. The Salvatore’s though, they’ve been on the crew’s hit list for quite some time now, long before you joined, but they always remained rather elusive to the attempts made by your colleagues. Tonight though, tonight was the night. At least that’s what the crew’s leader announced when everyone gathered together at the abandoned warehouse turned headquarters moments ago.

“We got a hit. A solid one.” Urien, the leader & founder of Night Shift—a vampyre hunting organization you found yourself a part of—began. “A reliable source informed us that the Salvatore’s have been, & will be again tonight, at an underground vampyre club in the city.”

A few others in the crew smirked proudly, one among them—Natalia—was especially overjoyed at this information, despite the lack of enthusiastic display. Everyone on the crew knew well that if anyone had it out for the Salvatore’s it was her. They had killed her husband & sister. Natalia never spoke about it, it was what you had heard from others in the crew, but of everyone there, her life was impacted the most. Natalia felt you staring in her direction & craned her head to meet your eyes. There was a significant scar left at the junction of where her neck & shoulder met: a souvenir from the night she & her family was attacked.

Natalia raised a single eyebrow towards you, challenging you. She knew you weren’t here out of anger or some spiritual righteousness, no, she knew your interests lied elsewhere, thus she never particularly liked you.

Dropping your gaze from Natalia’s, you returned your attention to Urien. Urien was a living, breathing survivor of many vampyre face-offs. He was littered in battle scars, all of which he bared as a reminder to the crew about what they were up against. It wasn’t unusual that he would remain shirtless during meetings, a maneuver to keep your intentions & motivations clear.

“Natalia, Raphael, Jonas.” Urien called out the members who have been part of the crew the longest, “You three will go tonight, blend in, reconnaissance. We don’t want to make an attack going in blind.”

The three nodded in agreement. “Byron, Hilda, _____.” Urien says your name last, “Back-up. You’ll remain a block away, watch your crewmates’ back. Shit hits the fan you pull the plug, cause a distraction, get them the hell out.”

“Gladly.” Hilda sneers proudly, one eye milky, the other a dark pool of brown. Hilda had a taste for destruction: bombs being her specialty. Other than stakes & vervain, Hilda experimented in the past with a few unlucky newborn vampyres, & much to her pleasure, bombs easily terminated the blood-suckers as well, but only if you could get them dazed & confused, otherwise they used their inhuman speed to snap your neck & get the hell outta dodge all before the countdown went from 2 to 1. Hilda learned that the hard way, but she survived. Still though, she enjoys playing with her explosives.

“Raymond & I stay here. We’re the voices in your heads, your eyes in the sky. What we say goes, got it?”

When no one objected, like normal, Urien nodded once, “Alright, Night Shift, time to clock in.”

It was half past midnight; Natalia, Raphael, & Jonas disappeared into the club a little over an hour ago. Parked a block away, you, Byron, & Hilda stayed hidden inside a large SUV with deeply tinted windows, all your eyes on the club just up the street. From the outside, it was inconspicuous—no one loitered in front drunk & unstable which was often seen outside human clubs. Except for the single man dressed in all black, who still wore shades in the middle of the night, no one would know question that the seemingly abandoned church was anything but. As far as the Night Shift was concerned, the only way to get entry to the club—especially as a human—was to have a vampyre bring you themselves. Fortunately for Urien, he found the one vampyre he felt he could trust to get the three humans in the club.

It was quiet, too quiet. Sitting in the middle in the backseat, you were growing restless. Your palms were rubbing your thighs, antsy for action. It’s only been an hour, but you were becoming impatient, wishing you had been part of the three to get inside. Urien, like nearly everyone else on the crew, knew you were far from the first batch of choices to send in on a shift. You were too unpredictable, too entranced by the chaos that would surely ensue. You often wondered why Urien bothered to keep you around then if he thought you to be uncontrollable, but still, here you stayed. But you knew you were a good dog, listened to your masters commands, however, if you got into a scuffle with the right person, nothing would stop you. It kept your blood flowing.

Byron cast a glare in your direction from the rearview mirror. Like Natalia, Byron didn’t care for your presence on the crew; you had no real reason to be here except for that you could pull your own weight.

“Itching for a kill?” He questioned, the tone of his voice sour. Byron didn’t enjoy the killing. Staking out, being the escape, those he could do, but put a stake in his hand & he would falter. It was no wonder that he always remained a part of the second shift.

“Why? Offering?” You bit back.

“Sucker.” Byron whispered under his breath. Hilda rolled her eyes at his comment. ‘Sucker’ was a term used in the vampyre hunting community that referred to a human vampyre fanatic—typically humans who wanted to be vampyres, fuck them, or be surrounded by them. The term never bothered you. You knew you fell into none of the categories, you simply enjoyed the rush of fighting something…strong, unnatural. Always gave you a reason to push yourself.

Thirty more minutes passed. No word was heard from Urien or Raymond, the two of them being the mediators between the shift inside the club & the second shift waiting in darkness outside. Only if shit hit the fan would contact be formed between the two shifts to secure a successful rescue & getaway, otherwise, the second shifters were left in the literal dark.

You couldn’t take the stillness & quiet anymore. You need to get out. If you couldn’t fight something, you needed to at least move. If not, then you just may end up taking Byron up on his indirect offer. Sliding to the passenger side of the SUV, you unlocked the door. Immediately following, the lock disappeared into it’s socket, trapping you. Pausing, you sighed heavily in annoyance, “Unlock. The. Door.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Byron challenged, “So you can sing & dance & show off to the vamps just where we’re hiding.”

“Take a look around, Byron.” You gestured to the view outside the windshield: empty, dark, desolate. “No one cares. I just need to stretch my legs.”

“Good thing we have plenty of space in here for you to do just that.”

You went to snap at him before Hilda intercepted, apparently amused at the banter but tired of listening to it, too. “Jesus, unlock the door Byron. She can take care of herself.”

Byron glared momentarily at Hilda before returning his eyes to you, his hands briefly moving to unlock the doors from the controls on the driver’s side panel, “If you’re out there & anything happens, don’t expect me to swing back for ya.”

Gripping the door handle, you roll your eyes, “Wouldn’t dream of it, By-By.”

Slamming the door shut on a quip Byron was in the process of making, you walked backwards away from the SUV & the club, knowing better than to approach the club without Urien’s instruction. As tempting as it was to stray from your master, you didn’t want to press your luck on reconnaissance night. The Salvatore’s were too high on the priority list for the Night Shift to risk fucking it up this close to snagging them. Reaching the end of the block that the SUV was parked on, you began to softly stretch your limbs. It didn’t take much but it was enough to get your heart pumping. The adrenaline that would course through your body during a fight was almost as good as sex. Your body needed it. It demanded the fight, the struggle, the ability to overpower something inhuman. A pleasant sigh shiver racked your body at the thought of straddling a vampyre & plunging a stake into their cold, dead heart.

Really, you had no personal issues with vampyres—hell, if you weren’t a part of the Night Shift, you might even admit to them being rather cool, but they weren’t any use to you if they were your friends, your kin. You wanted the danger, so that was the only aspect of them you appreciated: how easily they could kill you.

When you finished stretching your limbs, you reached into the holster at your thigh, unlatching the clip & fingering the blade just inside. The blade, much to any vampyre’s chagrin, was coated in a fine layer of vervain. Not enough to kill, but enough to hinder their attacks. Running the tip of her thumbnail against the blade, you closed your eyes, your lips parted as you imagined swinging it & thrusting the blade into the fleshy muscle of a vampyre. Their screeching was music to your ears. You smiled. You wanted to relish in the feeling just a moment longer but before you could, the honking of a horn sounded.

Pulled from your reverie, you saw that the SUV was reversing towards you. Hilda rolled down her window, “They’re clear. Let’s get outta here.”

You were both relieved & displeased by this information. Displeased because it meant no action tonight, but relieved as well, because that meant that if things went well, your chances of getting into the club on attack night were guaranteed. Suppressing a sadistic grin, you threw open the back door & hopped in. Your fingers itching for that kill.

To anyone in the vampyre hunting community, the Salvatore’s were well-known. Behind the originals—the Mikaelsons—they were next on the ‘most wanted staked’ list. To you though, you couldn’t care about who they were. Of course, there was some interest on your part—the idea of getting to take down one of the legends would bring you great satisfaction, but as for who they were & why they were at the top, you were indifferent.

It was the night before the planned attack on the brothers. Urien was going over the anticipated roles for the following evening. Everyone sat haphazardly around the long rectangular table but remained focus on the task at hand. Just ahead, plastered on the cement wall, were two sketches of the Salvatore brothers. You had to admit the brothers were handsome, sexy even. Both of them wore deep, brooding stares. The sketch on the left you knew to be the older of the two—Damon. Reputation pegged him as the more violent of the two. If given the choice, you imagined going one-on-one with him would be nothing short of fun. The sketch on the left was Stefan. He was known to be diplomatic one. But much like everyone on the Night Shift knew, Stefan was not innocent. Just because he chose to not kill in some instances didn’t exempt him; he was still a threat for as long as he was upright. At least that’s what the Night Shift told to be the case. You didn’t care. You just wanted to kill something.

“_____”. Urien addresses you from the head of the table. You had been twirling your switchblade between your fingers, lost in thought. Returning the blade to the holster attached to your thigh, you rested your elbows on the table, awaiting instruction.

“You’re in the club with Natalia, Raphael, & Jonas.” At this information, you truly struggled to hide a wolfish grin. As if he could see right through you, Urien continued, “You do not make a move unless I tell you, do you understand? You are there in case one of the other three become incapacitated for any reason. You are the second wave, not the first.”

It wasn’t a role you particularly enjoyed, but you were used to it at this point. You were enough of an asset to send in for support but not enough of one to trust to make the first move correctly. You had a habit of making things last a bit longer than necessary, all in the name of fun, of course. Regardless, you were getting in the club tomorrow night, & regardless, an attack was happening. Your heart hammered with excitement deep inside your ribs. Urien moved onto the other roles that would be played out. Losing interest in his voice, you peered just past his bare shoulders to the sketches behind him.

Tomorrow night, you thought to yourself as your eyes stared intently at the drawings on the wall, a mischievous smile gracing your lips, then you’re all mine.

The club was in full swing, & much easier getting into than you had anticipated. All it took was the four you meeting with the vampyre Urien trusted, Zara. She met the four of you down the street. She looked you over, wondering who the hell you were. You had smirked knowingly, “Problem?”

Zara had smiled, her sharp canines proudly on display, “Don’t tempt me, honey.” Natalia gave you a dirty look before Zara gave you, specifically, the breakdown. Don’t say a word, follow her lead, keep your eyes to yourself until you’re in the main part of the club. Easy enough, but you sure did have trouble listening to anyone who wasn’t your master.

Despite it all though, the five of you made it into the club without issue. The same guard from the other night, gave everyone the once over, Zara vouching for the four of you, before allowing you all to slip inside the heavy wooden doors. The hallways were dimly lit by lit lanterns that clanged lazily against the ancient stone of the building. The air gave you chills but the goosebumps that erupted across your body only amped up your heart rate. You felt like a junkie on her way to getting a fix.

The main part of the club opened up behind another set of heavy wooden doors. Once inside, your body began to thrum in excitement. The club was spacious, two floors, the second do which was actually below the one you were currently on. In the center of the main floor was a roped off section of the stone floor that had broken apart, showing only the metal rods that originally kept the stone in place. It was like looking down a wishing well & seeing a whole new world hidden below. The club itself was decently packed. Almost every moving body in the space was dancing, potentially high off something, but you weren’t sure what. In environments like this it was difficult to make out who was vampyre & who was human. But then, if you focused enough, you could make out the private rooms just on the edges of the room. Hidden behind sheer blood red cloth, you could see vampyres & humans alike coming together as one, either in the form of fucking or feeding.

Zara led you to the dance floor while the other three split away. Everyone had their role to play tonight; as much as you didn’t like it, your role wasn’t activated unless plans went to hell. Playing your role of Zara’s blood bag, she pressed her body against yours. She was dressed in a gothic stylized black corset dress while you sported a long sleeve turtle neck & ankle length black skirt. Your role was to appear timid, afraid, thus covering the most delicious parts of your body. Little did the vampyres in the room know, under your skirt was your holster attached to your thigh, your handy switchblade tucked away, along with a few stakes & a small can of vervain spray. Your hair was rolled up into a messy bun, not wanting your mane to get in the way should you find yourself in a fight.

Subtly keeping your eyes on Natalia as she lined the edge of the room, Zara placed her hands on your waist, moving herself to press her lips to your neck. Normally you wouldn’t trust a vampyre to get this close, especially in a room where the vampyres to human ratio wasn’t in your favor, but for the sake of your role, you allowed her to, though you did let your fingers brush along your thigh a few times, feeling the holder hidden underneath.

“Careful.” Zara whispered behind a devilish smile, a smile for show, “Movements like that will get you noticed. Turn around.”

Not waiting for you to listen, Zara turned your body so your back was pressed to her chest, your hips matching in movement as she swayed your body along with her. The music pumping throughout the club was dark techno, the deep bass reverberating the stone floor you were standing on. Zara continued to graze your clothed neck with her lips. You allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling briefly as your eyes gently surveyed the room. A soft ring sounded in your ear: Urien.

“_____, the shift is in place. If things go well, they’ll succeed & you all will be out in no time. If not, you know what to do.” He briefed you through the earpiece. You nodded once, not responding. Communication was always one way unless trouble happened. Trouble that you hope happened tonight.

Zara’s hands on your waist disappeared. You nearly stopped dancing to react but couldn’t risk breaking character. However, just a moment later her hands reappeared on you, though this time on your hips. You let her hands wander, knowing she was also playing a role. But when her hands started to fall towards your thighs, towards your holster, you grabbed her wrists, stopping her. Only then did you realize that it wasn’t her arms you were grabbing. Before you could properly respond, a hand came up to your throat, latching onto it, the other arm wrapped securely across your midsection, keeping your arms tightly in place to your side.

“Ah-ah.” A deep bravado voice breathed hotly against your ear, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Part of you began to panic, but the bigger part, the part that was hoping for this, began to glisten on the inside. It had to be one of the Salvatore’s, & if it wasn’t one of them, it was someone close to them. The hand that was on your throat swiftly removed the earpiece before crushing the small item between their thumb & forefinger.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” You countered, “That’s only going to alert them.”

A soft chuckle sounds from the man holding you, his taut chest rumbles against your backside as he laughs, “That’s what we’re hoping for.”

Before you’re able to attempt any sort of move, you feel the mans hand press against the space just above your left breast. A threat. Easily he could tear past your flesh & bones & rip your heart from your body. You were not in a position to counterattack at this moment. Understanding the position you were in, you allowed your body to go slack. You win, you thought begrudgingly to yourself, for now.

“That’s right.” The voice hissed jovially, “Don’t fight it. You be a good girl & follow me.” With that, the man harshly gripped the back of your neck, his thumb placed conveniently at the base of your skull. Should you try anything, he could snap your neck without a thought. His other hand bent your right arm painfully behind your back, holding you in place as he walked you forward through the sea of clubbers. Between the amount of people on the floor & the disorienting flash of lights, it was difficult for you to survey your surroundings, to see if you could make out any of your crewmates.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about them,” The man shared, as if reading your thoughts, “You’ll be together again shortly.”

As the two of you made your way through the throng of people, not a single person, vampyre or human, noticed what was occurring before them. You wondered if you walked into a trap. Were they waiting for you? Did they see you coming? More so, where was Zara? You didn’t have a chance to see if she gave you up to the man behind you or if she too was in his way. Was she to blame? You imagined all your questions would be answered shortly.

Just off the dance floor, between two private rooms, was a darkened hallway. You were led down it, your shoulder joint beginning to pulse from the uncomfortable angle it was being bent in. You inhaled sharply as the force behind you pushed you into door. You could hear the smile in the man’s voice when he said, “Oops. I’m clumsy.”

You didn’t have an opportunity to rebuttal when the door swung open. Just inside, the first thing you noticed was your crewmates. All of them. Though Jonas was down for the count. You were unsure if he was alive, his body was lying unmoving on the floor across the room. Natalia had tears running down her face but her expression was one of anger, she glared hotly at the man just straight ahead. Raphael was looking forlornly at the ground. You had to guess that Jonas was dead.

“Here’s the last one, brother.” The man that stood ahead of you initially had his back turned. With your arrival, he turned slowly, looking you over slowly, as if assessing if you were a threat. Indeed you were, but did they know that yet? The room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the same lanterns that hung in the stone corridors of the church entrance hallway. But even with the little light available, you recognized the man to be Stefan Salvatore. Which means the man holding you…

“Damon. Knew I could count on you.” You felt the hands on your arm & back of neck release, shoving you forward so you fell on your knees.

“Careful with this one.” Damon’s voice lowered in a playful manner, “She’s antsy for a fight. I can feel it.”

Damon came into your view as he joined his brother before you. The only furniture in the room was a single desk, coated in what looked to be a blood red finish with detailed fixtures, & a wall of floor to ceiling bookcases. It didn’t fit with the theme of the club. But you didn’t care. What you cared about was that it was two against one. Part of you was thrilled, especially with it being the Salvatore’s, but even you knew that if your crewmates were unable to back you, then your chances were very slim.

“Is that so?” Stefan questioned in turn, his eyes remaining on you. He reached for a glass filled with something thick & red, what you could only guess to be blood. He took a sip & you watched in trepidation as the veins around his eyes appeared, like claw marks. Your heart thrummed in your chest. Chancing a look to your right, you made eye contact with Natalia. A sneer was still evident on her face but she quickly glanced to her own thigh. Her dagger was missing. Then she swiftly glanced toward the desk before returning her gaze to the brothers. Following her trail of sight, you noticed her daggers handle sticking out from under the desk, surmising it must’ve been knocked in that direction in a struggle. You had your own on you, but still, a second weapon nearby would make things slightly easier.

“She’ll kill you.” Natalia spit. You were surprised, much like the brothers, at her statement. Damon laughed loudly at this, resigning himself to lounge lazily against the desk.

“She can try.” Damon replied with a tone of amusement, “I’d like to see it.”

“_____.” Natalia spoke your name again. Your eyes met. The look you saw behind them was one that made you uneasy but you understood. Whatever she was about to do, you needed to make it worth it. “Kill them.”

You nodded once, letting your hand ghost over the dagger hidden behind your skirt, in preparation for the unknown. Damon growled at the interaction & in a split second he appeared before Natalia. She had been anticipating the move, maneuvering herself to fall backwards before Damon’s hands could grasp her head. As she fell backwards, with great speed for a human, reached above her head & behind her back to withdraw her infamous sword that had been sheathed against her spine. As the sword glinted in the dim light, Raphael kicked his leg out, knocking Damon to one knee. You took this chance to roll to your side, tearing your skirt in the process to access your dagger. Coming to a stop, your dagger gripped firmly in hand, you raised yourself to one knee.

Natalia & Raphael traded blows & jabs with Damon, keeping him distracted, leaving you with Stefan. While you would’ve much preferred going one-on-one with the bigger badder brother, you would settle for the meeker of the two. Stefan glowered at you with a massive grin on his face, standing casually, as if he was waiting in line at a fast food chain. Controlling your breathing, you rose to your feet, stepping once to the left, making it so you could still keep your eyes on the trio that were fighting. To your disappointment, Stefan didn’t match your step. He was allowing you to get closer to him. His confidence annoyed you. But he didn’t know you. That would be his first mistake.

When you were only three feet or so away from him, Stefan spoke plainly, “I am going to enjoy ripping into you.”

You smiled playfully, anticipating the fight, “What are you waiting for, then?”

Stefan nodded once, finishing the rest of the blood in the glass, “You’re right.”

The glass he had been drinking from hadn’t shattered against the floor yet before he appeared just before you. It was expected though, forcing you to step back slightly just enough to swipe your blade across his abdomen, cleanly slicing open his silk, black button up. “Sorry. I hope it wasn’t expensive.”

Stefan bared his teeth as he glanced down at his wound. Thanks to the vervain coating the blade, his wound would heal slower. His nostrils flared as his eyes darkened, rising to meet your own. With inhuman speed, he gripped your arm, intending to snap it & force the blade to drop, but not before you tossed the blade to your other hand, reaching between your bodies to slice open the arm that grabbed you. Stefan roared out, growing impatient with your technique. You wanted to rub it in more but knew it wasn’t the time, nor the place. Others were counting on you.

Just as the thought crossed your mind though, the sound of bones snapping sounded in the room. Foolishly, you took your eyes off Stefan to follow the sound. Raphael was lying on the floor, his neck broken. Damon now had Natalia caged in with an arm across her front, holding her arms back. Her eyes met your own. She knew it was over for as well as you did. Damon, using his other arm, bent her head enough to expose her neck before bending down to tear into her throat. Blood spurted from the attack & pooled below her. Natalia’s eyes never left your own. Then they closed. Damon dropped her body, his mouth & chin caked in Natalia’s blood. He grinned proudly, licking his lips, “I knew she looked familiar. I never forget such a divine taste.”

In the incredibly short amount of time it took to watch Natalia’s life be drained, you forgot about the foe gripping your arm, something you would regret. Stefan took the chance to grip the other arm that held the dagger, snapping your wrist. You screeched in pain, using your other arm in an attempt to evade his hold but he was immovable. The dagger fell to the floor & he kicked it away before spinning you around, pressing your back to his chest. Your breathing was erratic, your heart beat fighting to explode from your chest. Stefan held his face against the top of your head, slightly swaying your bodies together as if you were lovers dancing. He moaned softly, “I can hear your blood pumping. It’s rushing. You must be scared. So. Scared.”

You grunted in response, trying without luck to get out from under his arms, but you knew without your dagger your human strength was nothing compared to 160 year old vampyre.

“What are you waiting for, brother?” Damon questioned, stepping over the bodies of your fallen crewmates, “Take. Her. Out.”

“In time, brother.” Stefan replied, his voice almost whimsical, “Let me enjoy this before I snuff it out.”

Damon grinned devilishly, “I’ll be disposing of the bodies.” He kicked the limp arm of Raphael, “This one is still warm, I think I’ll give him to a few hungry newborns. Can’t let food that falls into our lap go to waste.”

You winced, watching in unbridled rage as Natalia & Raphael’s bodies were dragged out of the room by Damon. Before he closed the door, Damon winked at you, “Have fun.”

When it was only you & Stefan, you felt your adrenaline begin to subside. One-on-one. But without a dagger. Your chances were still slim but not impossible. Natalia’s blade was still nearby. Stefan hadn’t noticed it yet. You just needed to get yourselves over to it, close enough to swipe it. Stefan inhaled deeply behind you, his nose grazing the shell of your ear. Shivers wracked your body at the action. There have been countless times you were in such a position with a vampyre but they didn’t take their time like this. They were hungry, like you, but for something else, they were in a rush. Stefan though, he was taking his time, for why you didn’t know. But you’d be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it.

Prepared for the pain, you threw your head back, feeling the crown of your skull connect with Stefan’s nose. You heard a crunch & reveled in the sound before he dropped you abruptly. Taking the small window you had, you pushed yourself backwards between his legs, using your feet to kick the backs of his knees, making him fall to his knees. He spun around but not before your steel-toe boot connected with his face, forcing his head to snap to the side. In his momentary state of stun, you army crawled to the desk, fingers stretching for the daggers handle that teased you. The tips of your fingers had barely grazed it when you felt a warm grasp on your ankle yanking you back. Your broken wrist was trapped between your body & the floor as Stefan pulled you away from your only protection, the pain shot through your body & you cried out.

Stefan turned you over onto your back. You held your wrist to your chest, your teeth bared as you kicked again, this time getting him square in the chest. Stefan growled but was undeterred by your assault. His hand found your throat as he leaned forward to snarl into your face, his canines sharpening. Before he had the chance to tear into your neck, like he promised he would only moments ago, you found yourself bracing yourself on your elbows, taking your unbroken wrist & wrapping it around his neck, using it as a means to bring yourself up to sink your own teeth into his neck.

The taste of thick, coppery blood filled your mouth. Stefan howled at the feel of your teeth breaking skin. His hands gripped the back of your neck, trying to pull you off, but you tightening your jaw, drawing more blood & screams from the vampyre before you. You felt Stefan’s hands grip you tighter, though this time it was almost as if they were holding you against him, like a mother holding her child to her breast as she fed them. Then he groaned softly, almost like…like he was enjoying it.

Suddenly you were ripped away from him, falling to your back as you peered up at him. His shirt was coated in his own blood, the cut along his abdomen from your dagger was still bleeding. His button-up had become more shredded in the fight; the neckline slack & the lower half hanging loosely, exposing the bottom half of his stomach. Stefan remained above you on his knees, his head hung back as he caught his breath. Your own breath was coming in pants as you tried to calm yourself. You eyed the daggers nearby, both of which were too far out of reach. Stefan would kill you before you had the chance. What else could you do? He had proven to be a stronger enemy than you had imagined.

A soft chuckle sounded from the man before you, his head hanging lowly, casting an eerie shadow across his fine features. Your eyes met. If you were going to die in this moment, you weren’t going to stop fighting until your heart stopped beating. Stefan stretched his neck, & you watched as the bite wound you left healed until all that was left was a stain of red from the blood that had escaped.

“You’re fun, I’ll admit.” He shared, slowly leaning forward like a panther preparing to strike.

Mustering up the saliva you had, you spit at him. You laughed, proud of your childish last attempt as your spit mixed with his own blood sprayed across his face, “Fuck. You.”

His eyes darkened but he nodded, “If you want.” Your heart shuddered at his response. What does he mean… “But only as I rip into you.” He pushed your hair away from your neck & you wrestled to get out from under him, suddenly horrified by the change in his intention, “In more ways than one.”

A scream tore from your throat as he pressed himself against you, his teeth sinking into the junction where your neck & shoulder met. Your turtleneck didn’t make a difference to the vampyre above you as he settled between your legs. Your broken wrist was useless in defending yourself, all you could manage was to press your unharmed arm against his shoulder as you tried to shove him off, but even you knew it must have felt like an incessant insect buzzing in his ear.

“What are you doing?!” You cried out when you felt a hand tear your skirt more so, warm air caressing across your exposed thighs. Stefan growled into your neck as he continued drinking from you. You could feel your hair growing sticky & wet as your blood pooled below your head. “No, no no. NO!” You continued to shout when you felt the vampyre’s hands graze the edge of your underwear.

“No!” With one shout, you kicked out, trying to roll out from under him. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening. Never before had you found yourself in this position before. It was always fighting, killing, hurting the other, never…this. Stefan Salvatore. You had severely underestimated the dangers of the man who continued to hold you down.

Your kicking & squirming was useless as you began to feel your consciousness slip. You could feel your strength evading you as you tried to hold on. In a final attempt, you reached up with your uninjured arm to grip that back of his head, yanking pitifully on the hair at the nape of his neck. The action had the opposite effect. Stefan released you as he sighed heavily, his hot breath in your ear, “You’ve been a delight. It’s a shame it must end.”

With a snap of his wrist, you felt your underwear tightening against your skin before they were torn from your body. Your breath was shallow & you could only meekly cry out when you felt Stefan reaching between your bodies. You knew what was coming. You couldn’t stop it. Then when he was finished, he would kill you. This was it. This was how you would die.

A sharp pain shot up your spine as Stefan tore through you, exactly as he promised. He sheathed himself inside you entirely, groaning at the feeling of your walls fighting against the unwelcome assault. He didn’t move for a few seconds & for that you were quietly thankful. You almost wished he had finished draining you of your blood before he began raping you, at least that way you could be totally unaware, free of him. Then he began to thrust.

You sneered as he moved above you, his hands gripping your hips as he adjusted your legs to accommodate the width of him. His teeth grazed over your wound & you winced at the stinging that followed. His tongue lapped at the blood there & you moaned out in pain, your hands lying limply to your sides.

“Just kill me.” Your voice didn’t sound like yours. It was hoarse, defeated, weak. That wasn’t you. But as Stefan Salvatore pushed himself deeper inside you, the vibrations from his groans resonating through his chest to yours as he pressed himself against you, you knew you had fallen so far. You were completely & entirely at the hands of this vampyre.

“In time,” Stefan responded, his own voice grainy as he rutted into you sharply, “I’m going to enjoy this first.”

As he sped up, you knew the end was coming. You winced under his assault, the feel of him inside you feeling as if he was tearing your body in two. Had you not been on the edge of losing consciousness, you would’ve laughed at the authenticity of his promise. As if having read your mind, Stefan leaned up to gaze over you as he grew close to finishing. His hand reached for your throat, his fingers at the edge of your wound & you hissed, your own hand gripping his wrist. Stefan’s eyes darkened in euphoria followed by the claw mark like veins. His hips snapped against yours & you wanted nothing more then to reach out & snap his neck. With a final stroke, Stefan came, collapsing against you as he moaned into your neck, his teeth finding your wound again. You could feel his cock pulsing within you followed by a liquid warmth. A wave of nausea rolled over you but never came to fruition. You’d be dead here shortly, the only good thing the vampyre could provide you at this point.

Stefan Salvatore remained atop you for a moment longer before removing himself from between your legs. You sighed in relief, glad it to be over, in more ways than one. Gasps & shudders wracked your body as Stefan tore the turtleneck, exposing your wound in all its glory. In your fading peripheral, you made out a proud grin. His eyes fell from your wound to the curves of your body before landing on where his hips rested against your own then rising to meet your eyes, “They don’t call me a ripper for nothing.”

The last thing you saw was Stefan baring his canines as before he devoured your neck. The pain was dull, fading. You swallowed, tasting the last remnants of his blood in your mouth. The taste made you sick. No no no… his blood was in your system & he was killing you. You wanted to scream, stop him, but something told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Your lips parted with a desperate plead on your tongue but in moment you felt your heart slow, the world before you disappearing.

But you knew you would wake to another.

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Whew! Shiiieeeet. Woke up & cranked this one out. Let me know what you think! This was written as a oneshot but I see it could have potential for a few more parts. However, that idea will be placed to the side for now while I work on other WIPs.

I look forward to hearing from ya. Thanks for reading!

Beau<3

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cherienymphe · 8 months

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Haunted (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, MURDER, compulsion, blood, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence

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summary: If you'd known that your ex-boyfriend was a vampire, you would've gotten a stake instead of a restraining order.

You patted your face dry with the small hand towel, basking in the silence that surrounded you. It was the silence of a home that belonged entirely to you, occupied with no one else but you. You weren’t concerned with who was standing over your shoulder nor whose face would greet yours in the reflection when you looked up.

When you walked out of the bathroom, there was no surprise guest waiting for you by the door…or on your bed.

You liked to think that you were always a good judge of character. You always made good and trustworthy friends, always avoided conflict with wicked people, and even picked boyfriends that treated you nothing less than decent. Every single one had been perfect, and the only thing that contributed to the downfall of your relationships was nothing more than maturity and growing apart.

Then Damon happened.

He was everything you always avoided. Devilishly handsome—the kind that drove girls to lose all common sense—, hedonistic to a fault, and mysterious in ways that grew less sexy and more concerning over time. That crooked smile of his went from mischievous to nerve-wracking. His knack for knowing where you seemed to be at all times morphed from caring to worrying.

Damon looked like the devil come to earth…and he slowly started to feel that way too.

You stared out of your window with your hands at your side, dismayed at how you of all people ended up in such a situation. Gone were the days where you always wanted to be around him and soon came the days where you were scrambling for just five minutes away from him. There was a time where you thought you’d never get that again…but here you were…back home…

…and safe.

Mystic Falls was small and quaint and quiet. Granted, you hadn’t been home in years, but upon returning, it was like nothing had changed. Your house was still the same, your cousin and great aunt were still the same, and you felt more at peace with one foot into the town than you had in almost a year. It wasn’t until you were finally away from him did you realize just how much Damon had drained you.

He took up so much of your time that you’d been driven to drop out of school with only another year left. You’d been too overwhelmed, and unable to pinpoint the exact problem at the time, you’d broken down in class and came to the conclusion that college was the problem when in actuality…the problem was the raven-haired man who shadowed your every footstep.

You looked down at your wrists, recalling the way he used to wrap his hands around them when he wanted your full attention. That was something he seemed to hate, how much he could never fully hold your attention. How your every waking thought wasn’t consumed with him.

Damon absolutely hated not being the center of your universe. He hated when you’d call your cousin or great aunt to see how they were doing. He hated when you went out with your friends after class. He hated when he’d call or come by, and you were otherwise occupied. It had seemed like he wanted you to sit around twiddling your thumbs with nothing to do but wait for him.

You’d thought it was cute at first, that he was just so enamored with you that he wanted to spend all his free time with you, but then… Then you saw it for what it was, most especially when he’d snatched your arm one day, forcing you to pause in your phone call. It happened so suddenly, and you’d been in shock, but your incredulous stare had done nothing to deter him.

“Sweetheart…I had plans to take you out.”

He’d said it in that smooth baritone of his, the kind that made your knees weak, and instead of holding your resolve, you’d actually given in. You had actually felt bad for holding him up and ruining his surprise, profusely apologizing before bidding your cousin goodbye. He hadn’t let you go once that night, and if you’d been concerned by it—something you couldn’t even recall—it had definitely been long gone by the end of the night.

Damon had a way of making you overlook every concerning detail, especially when he was kissing you and playing your body so well that it seemed like you’d been dating for years instead of less than seven months. Whenever you closed your eyes, it was easy to recall the feel of his soft lips gliding down your stomach, his nimble fingers sliding into you, his hips pressing against yours as he filled you up.

It was all a distraction, a pretty package to hide his true nature.

Even though you were hundreds of miles away, far away from your ex-boyfriend, a shudder still passed through you at the mere thought of him. You stared out into the night with your arms wrapped around yourself, teeth sinking into your lip. You flexed your wrist, still surprised at what it felt like to not hurt after all this time, and you took a step back away from the window.

Your eyes strayed to the lock, confirming that it was locked, and you slowly made your way downstairs. Despite the fact that you knew they were, you still wanted to make sure that both doors were locked too. Damon was far away, and even if he wasn’t, your restraining order made sure he would stay that way, but something in you couldn’t hold off the feeling that he was just over your shoulder.

You didn’t think Damon would ever go through such lengths, but there had also been a time where you didn’t think he’d ever show up at your door again after you’d blatantly broken up with him. You didn’t think there’d be a time where he sprained your wrist. You never imagined a day would come where you’d make your way down to the police station and have to plead your case about getting a protective order.

In truth, you still didn’t know how you’d been granted it. One minute they’d been adamantly against it because Damon hadn’t done anything to you that you could prove, and the next, you’d been staring at a piece of paper that said if he came within a certain distance of you, he’d be arrested.

You made your way up your stairs with a small sigh, chest feeling heavy no matter how many times you exhaled. You glanced over your shoulder on your way up, gaze lingering on the front door as if some entity from the other side was willing you to open it. With a shudder, you turned back around and locked yourself in your bedroom.

The cool Virginia air was almost biting as you deposited your groceries in your car. As convinced as you were that you hated the cold, you missed it infinitely when you were away. You had longed for the comforts of home a lot, but more so when deep in the toxic cycle of your relationship. You had never longed for home more than when Damon was cornering you and intimidating you with those icy blue eyes of his.

You paused at the thought, hand on your car as one incident in particular came to mind. You struggled to swallow at the memory, almost able to feel the gentle brush of his nose against yours as he leaned in and asked if you were stupid. The words alone had been insulting, tears springing to your eyes at the sound of Damon talking to you in such a way.

However, the true hurt set in when his hand had pressed into the wall next to your head, completely trapping you. He wouldn’t let you leave, and anytime you’d moved to one side, he would be there…blocking your way, blue eyes staring you down. It was one of the first moments you’d been scared of Damon, and instead of recognizing that for the true sign that it was, you only wrote it off as a once off.

A honking horn pulled you from your thoughts, and you flinched, startled by the sound.

You glanced over to see that someone had almost hit someone else in the street, one of the two clearly not paying attention to the other. You stared at the cars for a moment more before glancing up. You were just about to slide into your own vehicle when your eyes passed over something scarily familiar. Or…

Perhaps someone was a more fitting word.

You glanced up again, but your gaze landed on nothing. There was no one standing across the street in the square even though you’d been absolutely sure of what you saw. The longer you stared, it was like you were trying to will yourself to see what you swore you just saw, but no familiar fair skinned figure appeared. No man with dark hair and hypnotizing blue eyes was in sight, and you stood there for a few seconds more before finally sinking into your car.

Your fingers were tight on the wheel the whole way to your house, and you didn’t realize just how badly you’d spooked yourself until you were parked and unloading your car. Your house wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere or outskirts of town, but the dense woods faced you, and as you carried groceries back and forth from the car to the house, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being…watched.

You stood at your door with your last groceries in hand, staring out before you with a small frown. It was late in the evening, and while the sun hadn’t disappeared completely, it was threatening to. Your town was no stranger to the odd string of animal attacks here and there, and it was that thought that forced you into the house, turning the lock shut behind you.

The silence that met you was as welcoming as it always was now.

Dinner was quick to make, and your shower was even quicker to take, towel securely wrapped around you as you stepped out of the bathroom. You faced your window when you came out, and you stopped short at the sight of a crow perched on the sill. You tightened your fingers in your towel, clutching it to you as you stared at the dark bird.

Your brows slowly furrowed with a frown.

You were working hard to remember if it was normal for crows to be out at night, and despite the fact that a singular bird was of no consequence to you, you still couldn’t shake the feeling its mere presence was…off. Pulling your gaze away, you dropped your towel and threw on a t-shirt. One deep inhale told you that it was one of Damon’s old shirts, and you were tempted to rip it off, throw it in the garbage even, but the smell of a scent you hadn’t inhaled in ages gave you pause.

How was it possible to miss someone who was so horrible to you?

Refusing to linger on what that meant, you quickly made your way downstairs to eat. You replied to a few of Bonnie’s texts, telling her you might come by tomorrow or another. It had been a good week or so since you’d last seen her, and you were feeling like a bad cousin. You weren’t of the right mind to explain your odd behavior and reclusive habits as of late. You wondered if you ever would be.

You were washing and drying your dishes when something out of the ordinary made you blink.

You lifted your eyes, startled by the sight of a familiar face faintly appearing in the glass. The sight had the plate slipping from your fingers, and you only tore your eyes away when the sound of breaking glass reached your ears. You quickly glanced down, taking in the sight of your unblemished feet before glancing back up.

The only face that stared back at you was yours.

You felt paralyzed, lips parting and chest heaving as you just…stared at the window. The more you stared, the crazier you felt, and you pressed your hand to your forehead. Your heart wouldn’t stop racing no matter how hard you tried to make it so. Your lips were parted in dismay, and you slowly dropped a hand to press it to your chest.

With trembling hands and legs, you slowly knelt down.

You were so sure… You had been certain, in fact… Damon’s face had been clear as day in your kitchen window, and yet in the blink of an eye, it was gone just as quickly. You knew that you were quite literally driving yourself insane, and you struggled to clean up your glass. Once your mess was clear, you quickly closed the kitchen window curtain, blinking back tears.

You trekked back to your room in a daze, and you made sure to lock your bedroom door once you were inside.

You thought to yourself that sleep could not find you fast enough, but sleep was not the escape you thought it would be.

Your dreams—or nightmares rather—were filled with familiar pink lips and cruel blue eyes. Damon’s mouth covered your own even when you struggled for air. His hands ran over you, and his fingers kneaded into your skin. It started out as nice as it once did, but just like your relationship, it quickly morphed into something sinister. The pink of Damon’s lips were replaced with the red of blood, the color smearing all over you as he kissed you wherever he desired.

The gentle touch of his hands became painful, sharp pains flaring in your sides and arms as he held you down. The loving roll of his hips turned into something violent and assaulting, forcing screams from your lips and tears from your eyes. No matter how much you begged, it was as if your pleas fell on deaf ears, and your only escape was in the waking world.

Darkness greeted you when you sat up in bed, eyes wide and lips parted as you gasped for breath. Despite the cold weather outside and the blasting A/C inside, your skin was dewy with sweat. You quickly kicked the covers off of you, pressing your hand to your chest and wiping your face with the other. It all felt too real, and your entire body shook—enough to shake the bed too.

Your gaze traveled over your room, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the shadowy outline by your door. A scream escaped your lips, and you scrambled to turn on the light, no relief filling you when no one was there. You only stared at where you could’ve sworn someone was standing, throat tightening and tears escaping.

You pulled your trembling lip between your teeth, just staring at the empty space where someone once was—had to be. You stared at the space for what felt like too long before finally pulling your gaze away, slowly bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping one arm around them. Your other hand pressed to your forehead, eyes squeezing shut as you fought against the idea that you were going crazy, but you had to be.

Damon was far away and wouldn’t be coming for you. It was so likely that he’d moved on already, long found someone else to replace you and torment. That thought was equally terrifying and comforting, and you sniffed. Once you started, you couldn’t stop, and the tears kept coming. You didn’t want to accept it…

…but you were starting to think that Damon had truly driven you insane.

“You’ve been back home for a little over a month, and I’ve seen you twice,” Bonnie told you with a tilt of her head. “You need to visit more.”

“I know,” you sighed as she walked you to the door. “Unpacking and all that…”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you were plagued with thoughts and dreams and visions of a dark-haired tormentor. Damon was everywhere you looked, and in your efforts to avoid him in your dreams, sleep was something you ran from these days. However, he found a home out of the corner of your eye and in window reflections instead. It was haunting, and that bird…

That damn bird.

It cawed at you in the early hours of the morning, and what you’d once written off as a curious creature quickly turned into a terrifying symbol. Something about that crow reminded you of Damon, dark and unmoving and always watching. Every time you tried to shoo it away, it never moved, never even flinched. It was completely unafraid of you…

Like someone else you knew.

You had begun to dread it’s very presence, turning your back to it once settled in bed.

“Well, if you need help taking out all your things, you know I’m happy to help,” she offered with a small frown.

“I appreciate the offer, but…I’m basically done, now,” you lied.

The other girl pouted a bit but accepted your response. When she reached out to touch you, her bare hands landing on the skin of your arms, she froze. Her eyes widened as she looked up at you, fingers pressing into your arms as she swallowed, your gaze drawn to the action. You hadn’t ever seen that look on Bonnie’s face before, expression stricken and face losing all its color.

“Are you…okay…?”

You blinked at her at that, your turn to frown, now. Bonnie suddenly shook her head as if clearing her thoughts.

“I…I’m sorry, I… Grams has been up to her normal tricks again, and she…”

The look on Bonnie’s face gave you pause. You knew how kooky your great aunt could be, and the family entertained her because it was nothing more than good natured fun, but the severity in Bonnie’s voice had you seriously holding her gaze.

“What…? What is it?”

She looked disturbed.

“You just…you just feel so cold…and not like you’re cold, but like you’re…empty of all warmth.”

Your face fell.

“Of all life.”

You slowly pulled away at that, unsure of what to say and only able to settle for laughing it off. Bonnie didn’t really join in, and you ignored her weak attempts to get you to stay, to keep you from going home.

“Bonnie, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you reassured her.

Her expression wasn’t one of agreement, but she eventually let your hand go, albeit reluctantly.

“Just…call me as soon as you get home, okay?” she urged.

You promised her that you would, trying to assure her with your eyes that everything would be fine as you made your way to your car. Her wave back lacked enthusiasm, and you tried not to linger on that as you drove back home. It was dark when you parked in your driveway, and you made sure to be brisk when you got out of your car.

Like before, the imposing presence of the dense woods made your body buzz with energy—with adrenaline. Your hands shook as you struggled to find your house key. You felt clumsier than normal, heart beginning to race beneath your chest. You swore you heard a branch or something snap, and you fought the urge to look over your shoulder, only focused on the keys in your hand.

You only just touched the right one when the entire keychain slipped from your fingers.

The sound of it hitting the concrete seemed so loud, and you felt a chill pass through you at the sight of it at your feet. With a brief pause, you bent down to get it, feeling a warmth in your back that you’d only felt in the presence of one other person. With your fingers on the key, you didn’t hesitate to rise to your feet and unlock the door. A cool breeze passed by you, and the shiver to crawl up your spine somehow felt like it was from more than that.

You practically stumbled inside of your house, tripping across the threshold, and you only spun around once you were inside, shocked at the sight before you.

Only your car, your yard, and the trees greeted you.

Your hand was on the door, the other hanging limply at your side. Your yard was completely empty of anyone, most of all who you feared the most, and you swallowed. Your gaze moved from side to side, tilting your head this way and that, completely shocked with the realization that it was all in your head. Even with this truth staring you in the face, you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking.

Not even when you shut the door and pressed your back to it.

You felt too hot, blood pumping too fast in your body, and with a shuddering exhale, you forced yourself to go upstairs and shower, hoping it would solve your problems for the night.

The blaring sound of your car alarm was what forced you out of your sleep. It was hard to discern what the noise even was at first. After all, you could count the number of times on one hand someone had actually set it off. You rubbed your eyes while struggling to sit up, the annoying sound of the alarm only making you more irritated when combined with your lack of sleep.

It took nothing at all to find your keys on your nightstand and shut it off, and the night was bathed in silence once again. The silence felt so loud though, and for a moment, you almost wished your alarm would sound again. You slowly started to relax when you jumped, the sound of your car alarm filling the room once again. This time you did get up, and you stared down into the yard as you clicked the button.

Silence met you, and the yard was bathed in darkness once more. You stared down into the darkness, wondering what kind of animal could be hitting against your car with that much force. There was a sinister thought in that back of your mind that it was no animal at all, and you struggled to force it away. No. Damon would never…

Even if you wanted to be conceited for all of five minutes, logically, why would Damon follow you here? Why would he come after you? It had been a good month since you saw him before you finally came back home, relaxed in the thought that the restraining order had clued him in on how serious you really were. It made no sense for Damon to still be chasing after you, and yet…

As you stared down into your yard, casting your eyes this way and that for any sign of the man who still haunted your dreams, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was out there. No shape seemed out of place and no shadow stood out to you as unordinary, but you could not shake that feeling that he was staring right back at you…and you didn’t even know it.

Closing the curtain and backing away, you gently dropped your keys back onto the nightstand. Yu clutched your sheet just under your chin as you stared up at the ceiling, laying straight on your back and as stiff as a board. The house felt too quiet, now, and that silence that you’d grown to love only served to torment you, now.

You flinched when something hit your window hard, a familiar caw reaching your ears, and you slowly sat up. Your eyes widened a tad at the sight of that dark bird through the curtain, and you remembered finally reading something the other day that crows were not typically nocturnal. The sight of it stirred something so negative in you that you couldn’t even look at it, turning and facing the wall.

It cawed again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Something about this just wasn’t right. You didn’t know how but all of this felt off somehow, and you squeezed your eyes tighter as the bird’s sound reached your ears again. A few tears passed through, escaping your tightly shut eyes, and you pulled your sheet over your head. Lick clockwork, that crow would caw every hour or so, and the silence in between was spent staring into the darkness instead of actually sleeping, just knowing it was there and waiting for it to sound again.

Your lack of sleep was commented on the next day.

“It’s just taking some getting used to, being back in my old house and all that,” you softly said, waving Bonnie and Caroline off.

You remembered Caroline Forbes from when you were younger, the blonde girl barely pushing the age of five then. She was just as talkative and lively as you remembered. You also remembered an additional girl to complete the trio, and Caroline excitedly hummed.

“Elena is off on a weekend trip with her boyfriend. Stefan Salvatore,” she told you, and the way she said his name told you all you needed to know about what he looked like. “I would be so jealous if I hadn’t already had the other brother. Been there, done that.”

She made a face that clued you in on how that had ended.

“It lasted all of three months before he decided he was tired of me and took off,” she scoffed. “I want no parts of that family.”

Bonnie hummed in agreement.

“Damon was way too old for you anyway, Caroline. He’s like…Y/N’s age, and that would be like her dating Jeremy.”

They both made pinched faces, disgusted with the thought, and you were inclined to agree when you suddenly frowned. You blinked, turning to look at Bonnie as the name that came out of her mouth finally registered. You felt your heart sink, and feeling your eyes on her, Bonnie turned to look at you.

“Did you say…Damon?”

“Yeah, Damon. Stefan’s brother. I don’t think you ever met him,” she added. “He came back to town a good year after you left, and he left…maybe three years ago?”

“With barely a goodbye,” Caroline mumbled, and it was easy to tell she was still rightfully bitter about the whole thing.

You told yourself that it was a coincidence, but you recalled Damon’s mysterious nature, the lack of information he ever gave up about his personal life. Although the one thing you did know was that he was from Virginia too…and you told yourself that it was nothing more than a coincidence. It had to be.

You grew quiet, Bonnie and Caroline none the wiser to your silent disposition. You took a sip of your drink, glancing around The Grill. It was a Friday night, and it was packed like any other Friday night. Adults and teenagers alike were hanging out at the one hot spot in town, and when your gaze glided over the bar, a familiar pair of blue eyes connected with yours.

You bumped Bonnie when you jumped, and you were quick to turn and apologize to her after your drink spilled some. She didn’t take offense, seemingly more concerned for you than anything else, and you assured her you were fine, heart racing as you turned back towards the bar. Your eyes passed up and down it at least a few times, but Damon was nowhere in sight, and you set your drink down.

You pressed your hand to your forehead, wondering if you had too much to drink. You knew that wasn’t true. You’d barely had two glasses of beer, and you closed your eyes. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, breathing in through your mouth and exhaling through your nose. You only opened your eyes when Bonnie touched your arm, Caroline now quiet too.

“I think I’m gonna head home,” you suddenly said, standing and grabbing your purse.

“Oh, okay.”

You hated the disappointment you heard in Bonnie’s voice as you searched your purse for some cash.

“I’m just not feeling the best. I shouldn’t have come, but I really wanted to see you guys,” you honestly told her.

Bonnie smiled at that.

“You really shouldn’t have. You can always see us. You need to be getting more rest,” she advised.

You agreed, throwing some cash on the table.

“By the way, Grams is going to make you more of those cookies she always used to send you. I told her that you ran out weeks ago, and she freaked. Demanded to know why I hadn’t told her sooner,” she chuckled.

“Ooh is that like some witchy thing?” Caroline wondered, wiggling her fingers.

You and Bonnie rolled your eyes, loathe to admit how right Caroline was.

“She swears that they protect Y/N and brought her good luck while she was away,” the brunette told her.

“I don’t have the heart to tell her she should probably find a new recipe,” you mumbled with a shake of your head.

If they knew the things you’d been through with Damon, they’d know that those cookies hadn’t done a thing to help you. You waved them both goodbye, keys in hand as you walked out the door. You learned your lesson from last time, keeping the one you needed directly between your fingers to save less time. However, smart thinking would never trump clumsiness, and you cursed when your keys hit the pavement. You were thankful that you were just at your door though, bending down to pick them up…

When another hand beat you to it.

It startled you, and a nervous thank you was just on the tip of your lips…when you lifted your eyes.

Damon was even prettier than you remembered. Skin perfect and unblemished, eyes a crystalline blue that didn’t look real, and hair as dark as the night sky behind him. You thought you were imagining things at first, as you had been for a good month, now, and you slowly forced yourself to stand. You couldn’t find any words to say, just staring at him and trying to figure out if this was another trick of your mind. The faint noise of the people standing outside The Grill just across the street faded into the background as he moved…and handed you your keys.

Your lips parted, a gasp escaping when his fingers brushed against your skin as he laid them in your palm. You stared down at them for a few seconds before lifting your gaze again, heart stuttering and skipping beats as it registered within your mind. He was real, he was really here in Mystic Falls, and you couldn’t even decide on what to feel.

Damon’s blue eyes fell to your chest, right where your heart was as if he could hear it, and you blinked.

“Damon.”

You almost whispered his name, too afraid to say it too loudly.

“You… I have a restraining order,” you finally remembered, frowning at him.

He didn’t respond at first, merely tilting his head to the side as he drank you in. You’d grown to hate that gesture, the act nothing more than an indication of the condescending thoughts running rampant in his mind. When he looked at you like he was looking at you now, it used to make you feel cute.

Now, it just made you feel stupid.

“How does it feel to be back home?”

He completely ignored you, and you clenched your keys in your hand.

“To catch up with the family and the friends,” he drawled, doing that thing with his eyes that made your heart jump. “Unpacking in that big ole house by your lonesome?”

Your frown deepened at his words.

“You know…”

He leaned over, resting his arm on the top of your car, propping his head up with his hand.

“When you broke up with me, I didn’t quite believe you,” he admitted.

“I know,” you whispered, recalling the day he’d shown up on your doorstep like nothing happened.

“…but then the restraining order, that seemed a little more serious.”

You looked around, glancing over your shoulder at The Grill, willing someone—anyone—to just glance over.

“…and the cops…they were never going to take you seriously. Why would they…?”

Making the decision not to hear another word of this, you moved to unlock your door. You opened it for all of two seconds before Damon was pressing his hand against it, shutting it. He was so close, and when you looked up, his lips were so close to yours.

“…but I was in a…let’s say…fun mood.”

You bit your lip when he slid his entire body to rest against your door, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded you.

“I decided to convince them to go ahead with it,” he told you, face even as he stared you down. “I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

You blinked at his words, taken aback with confusion. Damon had changed their minds…? Why would he do that? How did that even work? He suddenly sighed, glancing up towards the sky.

“I never imagined you’d actually leave,” he grumbled, pouting.

You reached your hand into your purse, your fingers just grazing your phone when the whole bag was snatched away. The only thing that remained were the keys in your hand, and your heart dropped to your stomach when Damon sighed, running his hand through his dark strands. You heard your purse land somewhere behind him, and the glint in his eyes told you just how angry he was.

It was not an unfamiliar sight.

“Damon…”

You took a step back, but he was faster, his hands coming up to gently cup your face. You hadn’t realized you started crying until his thumbs brushed your tears away. He gently shushed you, but there was nothing soothing about it. It was often a sound you heard just before his fingers harshly dug into your jaw.

“You need to leave…before I call the police,” you choked out.

He actually laughed.

The sound was so disheartening, and it sounded genuine, like the thought actually tickled him. Like the idea was so preposterous, the idea that they could do anything to him, at all. The sound was so convincing that you almost believed it yourself, almost believed that he really was untouchable.

“…and what are they going to do? Hmm?”

His hand tightened on your jaw, and you winced. His face wasn’t so pretty, now, faint veins appearing under his eyes just before they disappeared as quickly as they came. The sight stumped you, and you stared at him through stricken eyes.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

Relief filled you at the sound of the new voice, and Damon’s expression evened out, just as pretty as before. He huffed, and you watched him roll his eyes just before turning to face the newcomer behind him. You didn’t hesitate to unlock your car, sliding into it and locking the door just as Damon’s hand hit the window. You froze at the crack that now adorned it, looking at Damon through the glass with an expression you couldn’t even name.

The sound of your name reached your ears as he called your name, his mockingly chipper tone barely able to hide the malice beneath it. You didn’t look back as you drove away, hurrying to beat him to your house. His words were stuck in your mind, and you were certain, now that he actually had been stalking you. You weren’t sure how that related to any of the other stuff, convinced he’d still managed to drive you mad, but Damon most definitely had been to your house.

You car was barely parked and turned off good before you were hopping out, sprinting to the door. Light flooded your home when you flipped the switch, and without a cell phone, you were forced to rely on the landline. It took you a good seven seconds to realize that you’d heard no dial tone when you picked it up, and that pressing any buttons was going to do no good.

Someone had cut the phone line.

The phone clattered to the floor as the realization hit you, and no second thoughts were needed to know who did it. The room swayed a bit, and you just knew you were going to be sick any moment now. The confirmation that Damon had in fact been watching you brought you no sense of satisfaction for not actually being crazy. In fact, you wished you’d just made it all up in your head. At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with the harsh knocks on your door.

The scream you let out bounced off of the walls, and you clutched your stomach as you fought to hold in your sobs.

The faint sound of your name reached your ears in the living room.

“I really hate that it had to come to this, you know I do…”

You slowly looked up, tearful gaze resting on the front door.

“…but you should probably come and talk to me face to face…before I do something…”

There was a slight pause, and you could almost imagine that mirthful smirk adorning his lips.

“…drastic.”

His tone gave you pause, and you felt at war with yourself. Logically, you would have to leave your house at some point. You did not think you’d be able to wait him out, but something in you screamed at you to. Something in you was convinced that you could, but a part of you was telling you that if he’d come all this way, followed you all the way back to both yours and his hometown, there was no telling the lengths he’d go to. You’d watched enough Dateline, enough Investigation Discovery, and despite the fact that you didn’t ever want to think he’d be that bad, something in you wondered if you’d wake up to the smell of smoke and burning flames one night.

Slowly approaching the door, you heard Damon chuckle, like he could perfectly hear your footsteps.

“Come on, baby,” he softly said. “I don’t have all night.”

It took all of your strength to unlock and open the door, and when you did…

You almost immediately regretted it.

You didn’t recognize the woman he had in his arms, only knew that she was crying and clearly in distress. You looked between them before resting your gaze on Damon, staring at him as if he were crazy. Your lips parted in shock, and your gaze fell back to his hand, the one he had around her neck.

“Damon…what are you doing…?” you slowly asked him, lifting your hands just as slow as if trying to stall whatever he was about to do.

“I’m doing what you made me do.”

His nostrils flared as he stared you down, blaming you for his actions, and a choked gasp escaped you.

“She-.”

“She’s going to die if you don’t step outside, right now.”

He said it so suddenly, so evenly, that you felt no other option than to believe him. Your frown deepened as you searched his eyes for some remorse, a hint of a joke, some leniency there that would give way if you pushed hard enough, but you saw none of that. Damon’s eyes had never looked so cold, and you knew then that he was entirely serious.

“Damon,” you choked out.

“Now,” was his only response, tone clipped as the girl—no older than you—cried in his arms.

You felt bad. This—whatever this was—was between the two of you, and Damon had dragged an innocent woman into it. You moved, and once one of your feet was over the threshold, a tight grip on your neck completely obstructed your breathing. On instinct, you reached up to grip his arm, panicked.

His blue gaze was all you could see, and you blinked back tears as he spoke.

“You made me do this.”

He didn’t give you time to linger on that before he pulled the other girl closer, having never let her go before grabbing you with his free hand.

You were completely frozen in shock as you watched him lean in and savagely bite her neck. The screams she let out were the kind to fill your nightmares, and you couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. You felt like you were stuck in an endless nightmare, unable to pull your eyes away from the sight of his violent assault, and unable to close your ears to the sounds of her screams, her struggle, and his teeth in her neck.

In her panic, the strange woman reached out to grip your arm, and the longer he bit her—fed from her—the weaker her grip became. Tears sprung to your eyes at the feel of her hand loosening on you, and they spilled over altogether when her hand finally let you go, falling at her side. You knew then that she was dead even if Damon hadn’t carelessly dropped her as proof.

You couldn’t breathe when he turned his gaze back to you.

Like before, those veins were under his eyes, but they were more prominent now, more terrifying to look at. His lips were completely covered in blood, some even smearing across his chin, and despite the new reality you were faced with, you still couldn’t believe it. You only gave some indication that you were still coherent when his lips grazed your cheek, a shuddering gasp leaving you.

“I missed you…you know that?” he murmured against your skin.

He took a step forward…and then another and then another, forcing you back with every one. His hand was still tight on your neck, and the other slowly snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. Damon didn’t stop until you were right in front of your door, and you looked at him like less than a stranger—like a monster straight out of every horror you’d been able to get your hands on.

You couldn’t move as he leaned in, bloody lips pressing against your cheek.

“Now, that those God-awful cookies—and everything in them—are out of your system for good…”

You didn’t understand what that had to do with anything, but soon, you didn’t understand nor comprehend anything.

Damon’s pupils were all that you could focus on, even in the darkness, and as they expanded, they were all that seemed to fill your vision. You felt yourself relaxing, shoulders drooping as the calmest feeling washed over you. Damon’s hand rubbed circles into your lower back, and the hand on your neck loosened some, his thumb smearing blood along your chin.

“Invite me in.”

How insane.

Why on earth would you ever invite him into your home? That was what you thought anyway, but the words that left your mouth were entirely different. You felt your lips move, and you heard your voice as you did what he said, and it was only when the warmth of your home replaced the cold Virginia air of outside did Damon let you go.

In doing so, his gaze broke away from yours, and you stumbled back in both shock and confusion.

Why did you do that? How did he make you do that? You could only back away from him as he slowly walked about the room, gaze roaming over the inside of your house with a hum.

“Cute,” he mused, and more tears fell. “So…homely. I can just imagine you baking in the kitchen.”

He moved his hands about with a chuckle and feeling both out of control and like you finally had control for the first time in moments, you sprinted for the door. In the blink of an eye, Damon’s arms were wrapped around you, and the sight of him drinking from that girl would never compare to the feeling, you supposed.

It was hard to make a sound when his teeth sank into your skin, and you reached back, desperately trying to pull him away to no avail. Damon’s arms were so tight around you, painfully, and you gasped when he backed up, pulling you with him. You couldn’t stop crying, and as your mind still fought to process just what he was, it hit you then that maybe you hadn’t been going insane.

Maybe he had been messing with your head somehow, watching you from the trees, showing up at odd places before disappearing. Your feet kicked at the feel of him pulling from you, and you could feel yourself growing weaker by the second. As if he could feel it too, Damon suddenly let you go, and you collapsed at his feet.

You shakily reached up to touch your neck, unsurprised by what you felt, and you failed to push yourself onto your knees.

“We were so good together…no…?”

You tried to bite back a sob, but it was no use. Damon tsk’d at the sound, and soon you were turned over to face him. He looked down at you like you were a misbehaving child, head tilted and lips pursed.

“You needed some time. I get that,” he nodded. “I even gave you that…”

You watched him kneel down, feeling too weak to even attempt to move, and your heart skipped a beat as you watched him peel off his jacket. He reached out to gently drag a finger down the side of your face, lingering at your lips.

“…but you don’t leave me. You don’t runaway from, and you definitely don’t keep me out.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours before kissing you fully. You pushed at his chest, but it was a weak attempt, and you were unsurprised when Damon batted your hand away, pulling at your clothes with ease. A few tears escaped, running past your ears, and you could only arch up into his mouth when he bit your stomach.

A humming sound escaped him, and a warm feeling filled you.

You didn’t want to feel that, and with every article of clothing Damon got rid of, he marked the area with his teeth. When he kissed you again, his bare chest touched yours, and you felt powerless to stop what was happening. You’d done everything right. You’d broken up with, even went to the police when he didn’t respect your boundaries, and to real put the nail in the coffin, you moved away. You came back home and got far away from Damon.

…but what was far when the equation involved a vampire?

As Damon pushed himself into you with a low groan, you wondered how you had missed it. He obviously fed while you were together, he wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t, and considering how little human life clearly meant to him, you had to assume that Damon wasn’t of the…sympathetic variety. You tried to recall if anyone had gone missing back in the town where campus was, but it was hard to focus with Damon thrusting into you.

His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, and your hips involuntarily rose to meet his with every movement. Blood was still on his mouth when he pulled away, and when you reached up to push at his chest, Damon reached up to grab your hand. He twisted his fingers with your own before roughly pinning your hand down.

“What was the plan?” he wondered, his other hand finding a home on your neck. “Were you going to forget about me…? Move on?”

He said it like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard, and more tears spilled over. The mere thought seemed to have upset him, and Damon leaned back down to bite into your chest. You hissed at the feel clenching around him, but Damon paid you no mind. He was too lost in the taste of you.

Thinking back on the memories of your tumultuous relationship, it scared you all the more to think of just what you’d been up against, all the while none the wiser.

Damon’s hips came down against yours with vigor, cock sliding in and out of you and making you shudder. The feel of him on top of you and in you brought you back to the happy days of your relationship, but the blood on his face and the tight grip on your neck only reminded you of what it had become.

Damon wouldn’t take his eyes off of you, staring down at you with those blue eyes, and when yours met his, life before, you felt your body relax as your vision was only filled with his widening pupils. You felt completely at his mercy, and you heard Damon hum.

“I want you to kiss me…like you kissed me on our first date.”

His words sparked the memory, and you felt a smile ghost along your lips as you recalled the excitedness in your as you’d pressed your lips against his. You’d been so bold then, so much like yourself before Damon had scared you into submission.

Overcome with the desire to do just that, you craned your head up to fiercely press your lips against his. Damon moaned into the kiss, and when he let your hand go, you threw your arms around his neck just as you had that night. Damon hummed against your lips, and you gasped against his at a particularly hard thrust. Even though you wanted to, you couldn’t stop kissing him.

You felt out of control of your own body, and tears kissed your eyes.

Your back slid along the floor with every snap of his hips, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the otherwise quiet room. You felt Damon’s hand twist at the root of your hair, yanking your head back and away from him, and you only got a brief glimpse of the veins in his face before his teeth were sinking into your neck again. The feel of his teeth and cock in you were threatening to send you over the edge, too overwhelming to even focus on.

When Damon’s teeth left you, you shuddered, and he hummed. You felt his fingers smoothing along your face, and when he whispered for you to look at him, too afraid to do otherwise, you did. Tears were still skipping down your cheeks, and Damon ran his blue eyes over you, drinking you in with a sigh. He looked disappointed, but it was gone just as quickly as it came.

When his eyes held your gaze again, your lips parted, and another tear escaped at the hypnotizing words that gripped you.

“Do not leave me ever again…”

You swallowed, but you didn’t blink.

“You are mine, and if you even try to, I will kill your loved ones one by one, starting with that meddling family of yours.”

Your lips trembled.

“Nod if you understand.”

You gave him a slow nod, and a cruel smile fell over his lips. He fingered your chin, just looking at you with that small smile.

“Tell me you love me,” he murmured, and hit with the overwhelming urge to do just that…

You did.

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