The Nightmare Before Wednesday || Damon & Bonnie
@littlebennettbitch​
     It's dark, damp. What little light there is only makes the whole 'alley' experience creepier, even grotesque. Damon's pulse is beating his gait, quick and hard, rushing blood in his ears. Quiet as a mouse, on the trail of a pretty little witch who's yards ahead of him, somewhere in the din where his human eyes can't follow.
He feels alive, for a change. Stalking his prey, finding exhilaration in the chase the way he has for lifetimes. Sure, it's not the same without his heightened hearing, sight. The speed. God, he misses the speed, but even without those things he feels a little like his old self, tonight.
 It's the mouth of the alley, under the light of a street lamp when Damon catches up to the girl he's been after. He slows behind her, grins like a beast and pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Leans in, lightly over her shoulder, a little too close, and whispers against her ear, "Miss me?"
