reaching up, helping her adjust the wig into place, he raised his fingers and signaled an okay; it looked as real as it would get. he felt bad for potentially throwing her disguise and hadn’t been thinking about anything other than teasing her. “are you?” he was a little bit surprised that she was glad he had shown up. words of encouragement and sweetness didn’t come often for him because he never allowed them to usually. it was strange that she would willingly offer up something like that when he kept his feelings, even small things like that, on lock down. he could deny that it made him feel warmer. “i’d be up for leaving with you!” watching her take a swig of his drink, following the liquid in her cheeks before watching her neck move as she swallowed, damon shook his head gently, curls falling into his eyes only to be pushed up with a hand. “i don’t mind. in fact, you can have it.” damon didn’t drink after all but it would look strange if he’d simply sat down and stared at her like he so wanted to do. watching the man come over and speak with her, he wondered where she was going off to but tried not to worry too much. he was sure she could take care of himself. squeezing her hand in his, relishing the soft contact of her skin, he followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight.
the club bustled around him for a few long moments and he glanced at his watch, eyebrow furrowing in concern and face marring into a frown. she’d been gone quite a while and a seedy since of intuition fell to the pit of his stomach, moving out of his chair, always listening to his instincts and the voice in his head that had saved him more than once in the past, he headed toward the door she’d walked out of. the cool night air rustled his flowing curls, he hadn’t thought to put it up tonight, and he shivered, pulling his arms further into his leather jacket and keeping his head down against the wind blowing. he wondered how astrid was fairing out here since he was already cold. noticing two figures close to a dumpster further down the alley, he stopped and considered the picture before him, ice running through his veins that had little to do with the cool night air.
she hadn’t the slightest idea how it happened, and if she knew a way out of it, it would have happened. the man who had been wanting to talk to her was without a doubt drunk. he grabbed the wig right off her head as soon as she set foot out the back door. it fell to the ground, realistically astrid should have gone into survival mode and fought back, but she couldn’t remember any of the basic jabs. it was too late by the time she had come to her senses. the man had one hand around her mouth, her muffled screams getting absolutely no where, and he had her pinned against the side of the dumpster.
no sound was coming from her lips as his hands wandered all over her body, sending unwanted chills up and down her spine. “no, get off me-- now!” She kept pushing against him with her hands but no matter what she did he kept coming back, each time faster than the other. the air around her reeked of booze and cigarettes, making her gag ever so slightly. she saw a dark figure by the door and her eyes widened, biting down on the guys hand. when it was removed she called for help again, kicking her leg up in an attempt to get the guy off her.
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