The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer but we needed to wait out the day break. While men crowd the streets with their rush, we stay indoors awaiting the right instance, awaiting the moon the way mortals do, sun.

We are ought to set forth at midnight to sit on the table in order to work some solution to my sister’s situation though before that is done, precautions are meant to take place and to do that I have my advisor come over. He who is too bothered by his phone at the moment.

If everything is to be followed by the book, we’ll have no trial for her crime and this will go away as though never even happened.

“I had a dream about #Cassie last night…” Says my little sister, #Tia, who is now looking around my study for some unknown object. Her words pick an interest in me and I yank my head upward, giving #William who is seated behind my desk a look of concern before turning to her whispering “Odd…”

“So have I” #William interrupts my words suddenly. Most call him a handsome young man with too much of an attitude to be kept around but with the right force, just as I, he too can be tamed into manners. His dark eyes and hair could once alarm people of his Italian roots, too close to my home, but now the perfectly worn American accent counts him ten generations deep into USA.

#Tia looks at me with a questioning look, her light hair falling over one shoulder due to the quick movement she makes, now holding a bottle of my finest scotch in hand. I nod in response. “I’ve had them constantly…The bitch won’t let me sleep” I complain frowning.

“She is trying to find us?”  Her hand plays with the bottle, popping it open with worry now evident on her pale skin.

“Not us…” I say firmly. “Me…”

“You think there is a gate opening?”

“You know me…” My right hand reaches to my left shoulder where the life lasting scar of a venomous sword sits heated after a nightmare, tapping it twice “Every Goddamn time! I feel like the fucking Harry Potter!”

“Sit your ass down, chosen one!” Mocks #William, now his phone tucked away and his files displayed on my desk. “We have a Persian slut we need to take care of”

“The Persian slut is your problem to begin with, brother.” I sport a delicious grin on my face.

“Your generosity sparks so many emotions deep within me…..I would almost hold your progeny responsible…” He hits the wrong nerve getting an almost immediate reaction from me.

“Treason!” I warn him though the secret joke stays on him and me only.  “My progeny soon will be your superior; high treason is punishable by death.”

“Theft…punishable by death…, radicalisms is punishable by death. Treachery, punishable by death…Don’t you ever grow tired of your rules?” Moans and whines #William.

“Without them we’d be savages, wouldn’t we?” From the corner of my eyes I can catch my sweet sister sneaking her way out of the room, having caused so much trouble, I believe she does not wish to witness Liam and I bickering. “Anarchism is something I’d never imagine you showing an interest in, William.”

With darling #Tia leaving only him and me in the confidant of the room, Liam leans closer dumping papers in front of me which are analyzed carefully.

For a long while my eyes stay still on the brownish paper, clenching my jaws before passing the papers back to him, rejecting everything I’ve seen written on it. “A place? She wants a seat?” I get up angrily.

“In exchange for a seat on the council she is willing to drop all charges. She will write to the riders, saying it was a mistake…an illusion caused by her paranoia” He tries to calm me down, his hands encouraging me to sit down.  

“No way…She’ll end my reign the second she gets a chance to see the inner circle” I shake my head.

“Be it your reign or your sister’s life, she /will/ END ONE!” He loses his temper, just as quick with it as I.

“Let’s not pretend you’re here for me and not for the slightest bit of affection coming from #Adria!”

“Ancient history…I came here for you!” He gets up to his feet, now the veins on his forehead visible to me.  “/I/ looked for you in ICE and in SNOW! To get you, jackass!” He pauses to gather his temperaments “To get you to the brotherhood, Damon. So you would LEAD! It’s not democracy and it bloody sure ain’t for your own personal glory! It’s the fucking LIBERATION!”

“I will not have the Persian whore in /my council!/” Hatred evident on my features, my hands work a drink, fixing whatever I see on the table for more affect.

“She’s a woman…We need the diversity…This can be a good thing” He gives his manipulation a shot, snatching away one of the glasses on my reddish table.

“I’ll get Katherine on the council if you want diversity” Pulling the glass up to my lips, I taste the elixir, satisfied with what it offers.

“Katherine fucking Pierce? You’re /finally/ out of your goddamned mind?” He takes on a new tone, now speaking passionately, aggressively.

“She’s blood of the old one…Has more right than any of you load and you all know it” I say calmly, sitting back down behind my desk. The heat of my drink shooting to my ears.

“Aye…That she is. And charged for running from her maker….not to mention the murder of thirty seven of our kind. She is alive on a royal pardon! A royal pardon that you and I for-“My brother by bounds’ fast and heated words come to a halt with the front door of the boarding house opening one floor beneath us. This time speaking in a lower tone, he whispers “They’ll rip her to shreds before she opens her mouth!”

“She’ll eat you up alive. You haven’t seen her fight” I answer in response, being ignorant towards the steps that near us sneakily.

“You /will/ get #Anna on the council and you /will/ go to the meeting, brother. I’m your advisor…You’re being advised at this very moment.” A husky tenor says tawdrily.

“Sounds like an order to me” A strange childish voice says before it is blurred to my side whispering in my ear “Will you be my daddy?”

It is only by the tight squeeze on my left shoulder that I understand it is she, my second progeny after my little sister who is speaking to me. She is alive…I’m impressed oh that I am. She hasn’t been in contact with me after the fall in the late 90s. I like her gone when my family is around, that purple hair and loose mouth is of no use right now.

“That one is taken” Says Liam, holding the biggest of grins on his face. The relationship between him and #Cassandra is quite…complicated.

“/That/ one isn’t...” My head jolts towards him and my right hand helps #Cassie’s body away from mine. She is a few inches shorter than #Tia and changes her hair color the way her mood changes. If bipolarity is up a week and down the other, then she is experiencing extreme cases of it followed by extreme high a minute and extreme low the next. Her abilities however…are not to be overlooked. I trained her myself but the gift she carries is one born to her by her biological parents.

She makes way towards #William, giggling in amusement before she straddles him, both hands cupping his face before she kisses him softly, making me roll my eyes and refill my glass.

“Hello, brother” says #Cassie chuckling, her right palm tapping Liam’s cheek.

He presents her a charming smile, grinning widely “Well hello, cutie!”

“Anna’s coming” She speaks to me though her eyes are locked on William’s face as though she were looking for changes.

“I’m aware.” I knock back the content of my glass.

“I want to meet her. When can I meet her?” Her palms now pinning a helpless William to the chair, she turns over her shoulder, giving me a cute pout, nearly crying to get her way.

“You’re meaning to say…” I stand up, smelling everything in the wake of her way, my own blood mixed into hers. “You travelled all the way from Japan to come meet my girlfriend? I call bullshit”

“Yeah that’s bullshit” Agrees #William.

#Cassie turns to me, now distracted by my prior words. “No? I had to beat #Clara to the game…She is so pathetic!” Standing up, she rolls her eyes, dragging her frame after a bottle on my table. “Thinks just because she met you before I did, she knows you better. She doesn’t understand what we have…Nothing is stronger than the maker bound.” She muffles her giggles, lifting the bottle of gin up to her nose for inspection. Rocking left and right, she hides her face behind the bottle, leaving me confused.

“#Clara is coming?” I try to remain calm, restraining all anger.

“What you don’t know?” She places the bottle down on the coffee table, taking small steps towards me. “The whole pack of them are coming down…Not just Clara…The whole bloody load of them! They are racing to come bend the knee...” Looking at us with amusement, realization hits her between her words “before a throne that you don’t have!” Going between #William and myself, she cracks up, throwing her body on the arm chair a few meters away from me. “Boy you’re screwed!”

I have been at it all night, but that’s nothing new. I was not much a one for sleeping. Poking around the files sheriff sent me, seemed fair after all the funny business.

Inside the library, with windows open, I swallow a lungful of the late night air. Somewhere in the great stone maze of the city I hear a whisper. The sound hangs over the boardinghouse like a flag of mourning. Like a wolf howling in pain.

I look up from the documents, though the library is always snug and warm. Something about the sudden whisper of an unknown creature took me right out of my here and now and left me in a dark forest of the mind.

The second sound awakening a sense in me; slices at the cold late night air. I shut the files I was reading at once, gathering my attention to heighten my senses. The sharpness within the air is of the same kind I can create.

My foot drags me to the living room where I can inspect the voices closely. “Show yourself!” I demand. Ten meters to my right, where the fire burns a sound starts, a singing melody coming from the stereo echoes within the room.

“The best of theatrics! “ I announce, a chuckle emitting out. Both hands now spread beside me as a sign to my amusement.

With a harsh push I fall to my back, the suddenness of the movement startles me! My shoulders feel the hard cold stone, the muscles go stiff and sore though soon the healing starts. The intruder blocks my view with dark tresses falling over me, hiding the darkness and the stillness of the night. My hand comes between us, ready to slap manners into the one who troubled my peace though before doing so, the jaws part and a pair of sharp long fangs accompany due red eyes with a hissing sound threatening me.

The weight atop my body makes me drop my head back and welcome a laughter. “Using my own tricks against me?” I lift a playful brow. Her eyes colored with a black thick eyeliner, matches the deep purple on her lips. Still going hardcore rock, I see. “Missed me?” she asks. She is a stubborn little thing. Her eyes mirroring mine exactly. We /do/ look alike, my sister and I.  

“I left my….” The third voice comes from a stranger, pointing both our notice to its source. #Katherine gives a shake of her head huffing out her warm breath before turning on her heel.

“No no no no” I try to prove my point before dropping the light body off me, frowning as I gather my frame on my feet. I reach her sooner than a human would, grabbing her arm to stop any further advancement. Turning towards me, she yanks her hand out of my grasp. “How could I be so stupid?” #Katherine asks. “The girl is scarcely more than a child!”

“She’s my sister…She’s my sister! “ I bring both hands up in defeat, murmuring.

“That is the most absurd excuse I have ever heard. I’d expect more from a professional liar.“ She folds her arms.  

“Look who is calling /me/ a liar!” I mock.

“Not this again…Go get a room, please. I need sleep.” My little brother, #Stefan enters the living room. He has never been a fan of our bickering.

Caught up between a somewhat of a mayhem, I clench my jaws.

” Es Katerin?” #Tia asks confused, now meters away from us.

“Your mother died giving birth to /that/” #Katherine points a hand at my little brother.

“I’m /right/ here. Just as I am every other night! “ #Stefan says. What’s his problem?  “Are the twins here?” He acknowledges #Tia for the first time. I turn my head to see her movement. She is ruining my stuff with frantic hands. I ignore her.

“She doesn’t share my mother.” I whisper, not to be rude.

“#Giuseppe would never do that…” The lady in black shakes her head in disbelief. Now #Stefan has reached our little sister. She is busy going through my pile of heavy books.

“The front he put on when you were around was just a mask. You don’t know him the slightest. “I whisper calmly and between my low voice calamity emerges. All hell breaking loose. My little sister, who has been mentored by me personally, holds up the pin which has my lover carved into it. It’s a five hundred years old hand carved piece. “Sorok let proshlo! “  #Tia shouts angrily, throwing the wooden piece #Katherine’s way. Fortunately mister noble holds her hand and pulls her back to stop further movements but that does not shut her mouth. “Poshla ty! Soka!“ Freed out of #Stefan’s grip, she was never the one to be tamed by a gentle hand. She tries to pass me and get to my lover. Blocking her way, I push her back.

“Easy!” I warn.

“Pochemu? dlya soki? “ #Tia says and before I know it, I reach down and slap my sister hard across the face. The girl’s cheek begins to redden.

“One word,” I say, “ And I will hit you again.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” She exclaims.

I struck her again as promised. Now both cheeks flamed.

“What did I miss?” A voice similar to #Tia’s yet more gathered and mannered asks. Standing at the door, all heads turn her way. Her hair collected into a bun, a Gucci bag on her hand as she holds it up with the collectiveness of a lady. My other sister…The other half of #Tia, #Adira steps inside, giving #Katherine a judgmental look up and down, yet holding her chin as though balancing something on it.

#Tia looks as though she is going to cry. Instead, she manages a weak shake of her head. Then she turns and flees headlong from the living room, holding her cheek. I watch her run upstairs as she often did when upset. A shadow falls across my face. I turn to find #Stefan looming overhead like a cliff, though still not reaching my height. Both his hands pressed to my chest he pushes me back, sending me stumbling a step or two.  

“All the deeds with the companionship…,” He yells. “That I can deal with but touch her one more time, brother…I dare you. And I will expose you to the council” He threatens me and aims for the stairs.

“What? you drink human blood for a week and you think you can take me down?” I chuckle. “Let’s give it a shot, little brother. See who is the superior? What do you say? “

“When you two are done fighting, I’d like to know where my bedchambers are, “ #Adira smiles, “ Oh and…Your lady friend left”

I glance around the room, damn this family and their timing! I rush out of the cozy Salvatore room, as briskly as humanly possible, saving my powers for later.

A cold, cheerless wind comes inside through the open windows.

“Save it, Salvatore! “ #Katherine says, pacing through the stretched yet tight corridor.

Just as usual, I ignore her request, following her steps.

“Is it so shameful that you could not speak of it?” she turns to face me, her brunette tresses falling into her face. “You had nearly a year to explain yourself. Not to mention all the time you spent with me at court!”

“It’s the first I’m hearing of them in a hundred years…We’re not exactly at best of terms. “ I pause,” What do you mean back then? To tell my brother’s betrothed about my bastard sisters sent away to protect the family name? “ I speak in a low, hushed voice.

“You had no problem sharing your bed with her.” She folds her arms.

“Yes as you were saying I had other things in mind.” Reaching her, a sadistic smile sits on my features. I slowly push her against the wall, lowering my head for a kiss. The sudden steps cause her to look away. With no comment my little brother passes us by. The loud click at the end of the corridor suggests he has departed.

Just as that Martin person says…The night is dark and full of terrors. I sent the she devil back to her hotel. Shared an idiot with her to make amends and came back here. The wooden door and floor keeps the house warm. I believe #Adira has closed the windows. Unlike the rest of us, decency is of importance to her.

“I’ll send someone to arrange the place for you.” I announce at the door to #Tia’s chosen chamber. She always goes for the darkest room. We never fancied the morning light.

“Is this the part where you apologize or wait for me to apologize on your stead?” She looks up from the pile of clothes she is unpacking. Here to stay I see…No words are spoken. I just enter.

“I hate her…” She whispers, walking over to the side table. She grabs the bottle I left there weeks ago and pops it open.

“You haven’t even met her…” I signal for the bottle to be passed over to me.

“I’ve heard enough.” She hands the bottle to me, rolling her eyes.

“Are we going to keep this chatter up or are you about to tell me why you’re here?” Lifting a brow, I take a large and unhealthy sip out of the bottle.

“It’s your birthday, you idiot!” A rather large box is tossed at me and the bottle blocking my view lets it hit my body.

A chuckle emits out as I see the wrapped package. So much effort…

“It was my birthday the last hundred times you didn’t come to visit. I taught you better than that. What is it you want?” I give her a suspicious look.

“You still don’t own any bottles of vodka…What is it with this grudge you hold against vodka? “ #Tia looks through the drawers, ignoring my question.

“Come now, little one. Spill the beans…I can get you drunk and out the information.” The cocky attitude finds its way back in me as I adjust to having her around. Wiggling my brows at her.

“It’s #Adira okay? “ She explodes into a million emotions, anger and frustration being the most vivid. “ I can’t deal with her anymore…You have to fix her. All the heads, all the bodies…It’s not like her. I tried all the tricks you taught me but nothing works…She is as good as gone. I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’s /your/ mess…Why should I care?” I take another sip off the bottle.

( Mature Content ) 

  On the last day he created sin, and out of it were born desires. Greed and jealousy…both of which root deep within a human soul.  

“So it’s a sex thing?” #Caroline was terribly quiet during our little meeting with an assumed witness to the “Artist” case. I’d say it was about time she opened her worthless little mouth.

“It’s a desire thing…So I suppose yes. It could be a ‘sex’ thing. “Air quoting the word, I just walk to deliver the child to her mommy.

“Just like you… only with blondes. “ Her hands folded over her unimpressive chest, she wiggles her brows to provoke, stopping before me.  

“One road trip and you have me all figured, is that it? “ I step inappropriately close to her. Narrowing my gaze to study her features. “It’s not the visual that satisfies me…It’s the blood type. Blood of someone who has spilled blood. “

“Damon! Finally! “The Sheriff who fails at doing her job, waves a hand, gesturing for us to go inside. I lean towards #Caroline, whispering “Your mother might paint a perfect picture of you but I know who you truly are. “

My words slap the smirk right off her face. She raises her hand and places two digits on my chest, keeping a few inches distance between us. “I know you enjoyed killing him…” I look her up and down with a chuckle emitting out. “You’re exactly my type. “

The mere thought of a stranger brutalizing little girls gave me a satisfaction that only a predator would have the mind to understand. At least I’m not hiding my true nature. With miss drama Queen being busy freaked out, I take my chance and follow #Liz inside.

“Why didn’t you drop her off at home? “ She asks in a low tone.

“You know her…Don’t you? “ I grin.

“Mom? “ Blondie calls out for the cougar. An opportunity I take to investigate the crime scene. When no one is looking I can probably find what a mortal would miss.

I have the sick urge to know how he drains the victims. How he gets the last drop of blood and leaves no bite mark. Now /that/ is something I have to learn.

I so enjoy tearing the flesh off a victim as I feed but leaving no evidence behind in a town full of vampire hunters...that's the real deal. As much as I try to find it, I can't. It's as though my mind has gotten blank or as if I have gotten stupid all of a sudden. Perhaps my eyes are now forcing a trick into me. Who knows?   

My hand roams the body; this one too is attached to the wall. Pieces of it without color, nailed to the flat wall. A pretty one, she is. Same hair color, tho in places it seems white. The blood loss might have done that to her. I can’t smell a thing…It bothers me. Her bare body is detached. Hands apart, legs apart. Each body part in four different pieces as though this were an OCD count he needed to fulfil…

“Oh my God…” She devil walks in with her hand on her mouth. Blinking with her widened eyes. Why do they let children within? “Who would…Oh my God! “ Her voice faint and disgusted she stares at the body before storming out. The sound of her coughing to throw up makes me shake my head. These young vampires…

“So? “ #Liz asks. I didn’t notice when she came in.

“You know how we...” My voice is a whisper. “Can...Smell blood.” I keep a low tone, making sure I won't cause unnecessary panic for #Liz.

“Well....So far we couldn't smell any blood which is impossible. Even /If/ we drain a person to their death there will still be traces of blood left which brings me to...” I take a glance at the door where I can still hear the vampire Barbie vomiting, and then turn my head back towards the useless mommy. “The bodies have been drained and then frozen...at least that's what I think. Low temperature stops the smell...their deaths “I drift off in my own thoughts thinking about how many hours it must have took for him to freeze their body...draining someone out of blood with fangs takes nearly ten minutes but to freeze them...that takes real anticipation. How delicious it must have been for him to drink their blood slowly. Kinky!

“Their death must have been painful...extremely slow and dreadful.” I snap back to reality trying to maintain the arousal my fangs are about to expose. “So...a storage would be a good start. There will be more; I promise....We're not dealing with a fang trying to feed in peace. You want to feed you don’t parade the body like that...This guy is proud of his work. He is a psycho killer.”

A nonchalant shrug of my shoulder shows my assurance of the matter.

“I’ll give you the list…” Her words are muttered by the sound of a scream, coming from the door. A woman in her late forties is sobbing and screaming, trying to enter the room.

My features twist and I pinch my brows in a “what the fuck” manner. Two of the useless policemen hold both her arms and try to calm her. Miss #Forbes and I exchange a confused look before I start pacing towards the door.

The mortal keeps screaming and struggling to break free.  A relative of the victim I’d say? Anyhow…I cannot stand weeping women.

“Gentlemen…I’ve got this.” I announce, giving the officers a stern look. They set her free and before she starts doing her little try for coming inside the room I take her chin between my palm. Staring into her hazel eyes. “You should shut up”

“Damon!” The upstanding sheriff scolds. I chuckle and shrug my shoulders up, letting go of the woman.

A devilish and disturbing smirk forms on my lips on my way out. I drift into my thoughts, how tasty they must have been...how delicious.

Come hunt me stranger, for I am hunting you. Come play for I am the teenager who buys your game.

What does it matter? I should take this case within my own embrace; no one sees the importance of him. He is an artist with his hands, carving through the skin. What powers his hate? Or his love? What kind of a strange fetish is this one? The taste of blood...what promises life.../That/ I know why. I understand his mind as well as I do mine.

The fascination I have with him makes me lose the track of time for the first time in five centuries. I can’t even remember coming back to the boarding house.

I hear the very melody behind me which dragged me out of my thoughts.  It’s a news lady jabbering about something.

“Cause of death seems to be suffocation” As I hear those taunting words my whole body turns around to face the screen. The brunette is standing in front of the asylum #Caroline and I visited.

“Oh my God, Salvatore! You’re old…watching news like grandpas.” Her voice is hesitant and low in pitch; however she doesn’t fail to insult me.

“Ha-ha” I mock, still in my thoughts. “Remember the crazy guy I went to see?” I tilt my head towards the screen. “He’s dead…”

“Your lover passed away? “ She puts her weight on her right leg standing with her hands folded.” Why do you care?”

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”. I have come to the realization that what Leo Tolstoy once said in his commonly known master piece, can take a stand with people as well. Just as happy families, all happy people are alike and just as an unhappy family…each unhappy person is unhappy in their own way.

It happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Both of which I gathered be sadistic and depressed in their own special way. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon in the mid-summer.

Outside #Stefan welcomes me with a firm pat on my back which results in dirty looks being sent his way, adding the perfection of an evil glare.

“I see you still have not grasped the art of punctuality” He responds almost instantly with his hands folded behind his back, what he calls “manners”.

“I see you’re still annoying as fuck” I place my right hand on his shoulder, giving him a rough manly squeeze before passing him by, carelessly. My body is already sensing the amount of supernatural powers floating inside this mansion, most of which is rooting from one of the hostesses. Her back straight and her hands covered in what seems to be cashmere gloves. My hand flies upon a waitress’ tray and I grab a thin glass of champagne. The same moment #Serenity’s gaze catches me. Lowering her head with the shadow of a smile, taking her sweet time with the secret bow she gives me. It is not until now that I realize…I have taught her well.

By the time I have reached her, the conversation she has been a part of has dropped dead. Our powers coming together, has put the entire crowd into a state of confusion. Everyone is secretly and painfully conscious of us reuniting. She leans in carefully and kisses my left cheek, then the right one. Still doing it the old Russian way. Recalling everything that had happened, every detail of my quarrel with her is present to my imagination, and just as an unhappy person would, she puts on a fake smile, tilting her head towards the stairs. I give an understanding nod and just as soon I greet her, I leave her to the warmness of her boring guests.

Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay. Stairs stretching wide and long with the scarlet red of the Persian rug to satisfy the eye.

I spent a continuous hour in the library where my fingers touched and felt the hard wood of the frame. Making sure I would remember it for centuries to come. How it was sculpted, colored and how the surface felt under my rough fingers.

“ Guten tag” Her voice was slow and hesitant…and absolutely beautiful: molasses dripping sweetness, honey falling straight from the comb. It was lower in pitch. To a vampire it resembled the sweet. drip-drip of a newly opened human vein.

“Wie geht's?” I try not to catch her eyes. They reveal her true nature…something especial…rare and /breathtaking/.

“Gut” She nods and answers almost instantly this time. As though a four year old responding to a question a grown up would ask. I avert my hues. Clenching my jaws, trying not to seem restless before her.

“Nicht so gut? “ I keep my head down for what seems a long while for her to respond. For some strange reason I don’t want her to catch me staring in admiration….Finally as I lift my head, she shakes her head. Agreeing with me in her own twisted way. A finger brushes a yet to be revealed wetness off her eye.

Her tears have always bothered me…with a logic I cannot understand. I come to see in her, what I’d missed before: purity. The lancing purity of a seraph of seraphim. That should have put me off, but instead it just reminded me of how she shouldn't be taken lightly.

“I have made up my mind” #Katherine comes forth. A weak smile curving on my lips but as soon as I see the famous stern expression she usually holds before she bursts into tears, the smile fades away. It could have not be true…Why couldn’t she understand? If I could make her understand…

“ So you chose #Stefan….” I force forward a chuckle, stretching his name as far as English allows me to. “Of course you did” I shake my head once, still as calm as I could ever be. A grin finding its way out after I speak my mind. She saves both of us further agony and takes her leave after realizing I have been informed. She gifts me the everlasting view of herself walking away from me.

My both palms rest on the desk before me to support my weight as my head falls into my own embrace. When she is around the sorrow won’t show. I have no tension, nothing matters. Neither volcano nor the snow storm is of importance. Her presence cools down the hell I live in, under a classic rain. Fire and stone become undone before her. She makes deaf the news that saddens me with a romantic song her words sing. My love for her is postmodern. An emotion with a new version, she is the new definition of a boring old statement.

If I could show her how much I cared….

My chest falls and raises, my breaths becoming heavier. I can feel the hotness before my ears and the ache inside my ribcage. And there I feel it…the little warning my body gives me before adrenaline is released into my blood and I explode like an atomic bomb.

I literally flip the table over. Throwing the wooden shaped frame at the wall. Holding my head between my hands. Now my entire body is restless.

I loosen my tie, I can’t breathe. My feet take me outside the room and I skip down the stairs. I need to get out of here…My tie rests half way open over my shirt. I can’t breathe…why do I feel as though I need air? Vampires don’t inhale…

“Brother” The warm sound greets me and extends an arm. “Aren’t you going to greet #Daniella?”

I pass her without the need to say a word. I can’t hear …I feel like Chopin when he wrote the fantasy piece…

“Brother?” This time her voice carries a concern. I place my hand on #Serenity’s shoulder pushing her away with as much force as I can manage without using my abnormal strength.

 All the hopelessness of my position kicks in. The more complicated fact…it is my own fault. The room becomes unbearable, making me dizzy. Such ache and agony that one cannot handle has overwhelmed me. Rushing the river of emotions down my throat. Forcing me to swallow all the pain. I can feel chopin’s  fantasie impromptu reaching its climax inside my brain.

With a small click I smile. Every unhappy person is unhappy in their own way…the superior race is free of such emotions…of such boundaries.  We’re stronger. I break free of all that holds me back with one small movement, drying the shameful tear before it falls down.

“Where can /i/ get a drink?” I narrow my gaze, wearing my delicious smirk as I browse through the room. Definitely drinking a blonde.

(Mature Content ) 

In my more vulnerable years, I had a care in the world of what those around me thought of me. Now I have joined the careless clan. The ones who don’t bother with being a gentleman. And so we take what we desire, for strength comes only with courage.

“Am I glad you came?” I scan the cat green eyes and her blonde curls, almost as though she was always ready to attack. She nods walking pass by me and inside the flat. She believes she is being adventurous.

“Do you know why I’m here? “ Her purse falls down and I can hear her heart beat jumping to excitement. Her body is unusually communicative with mine. She places her hands on the dining table and lifts her weight up, as a child playing a game for gaining attention. She closes her eyes and inhales my scent “do you?”

I follow through to her. “Is this it? “ My right hand sneaks on her skin, pulling her skirt up over her hips. I pull the laces of her skirt down, trailing a warm hand on her exposed skin. “Is this why you’re here?”

“Yes…” She peeped.

Each stroke felt like her fear was fading away. The pettiness, her loneliness and her extreme ability to piss me off is despiteful. I swept all the way till there was nothing but a pool of warm, still water and the delicious wetness between her legs. She whimpers and arches her back, allowing me access though not the perfect kind I’d like to have. Soon I shall take what I desire. My fingers lower to her soaking entrance, I can feel the warmth. Slowly I part the lips as the digits invade her slippery folds. I lean towards her and press my lips against her ear whispering hoarsely “spread your legs “

She places her feet further apart, exposing the pink throbbing flesh between her thighs completely. Her teeth take her lower lip within as her orbs stay locked on me. My fingers tease her pussy making her move her hips, a thumb moving up to rub her swollen clit “Such a good wet little girl “I whisper.

Her eye brows turn into a painful arch as her mouth creates a perfect o. She reaches towards me blindly, searching the crotch on my pants. I side step her effort. “ Not now, Blondie. “

She whimpers in protest but before she gets a chance to irritate me more than she already has I begin fucking her with long and deep strokes. Each thrust of my fingers pushes her a little back on the table top. And soon she too, becomes nothing more than an instrument I have manipulated.

“ oh god “ She moans intensely.

I curl my fingers inside her, feeling the pressure circling over them.

“I’m Cumming “She whimpers as her body tenses up entirely. Her lower belly ripples and tightens. Unlike my expectations she starts riding my fingers, screaming in pleasure. Forcing herself down to take it as deep as they go. The fluid runs down her bare thighs as she holds her breast, shaking through the orgasm. Suddenly she grabs the back of my neck whispering faintly “Fuck me” She repeats her plea over and over till her wetness soaks my hand. Pulling out of her carelessly, she grabs my wrist leaning towards my hand. She brings her tongue out and licks her sweetness from my fingers before her mouth takes the full length within. And she begins to suck my digits.

With a smug smirk I observe her movement, now excited myself to take her as she asked. She inhales the intoxicating smell that is filling the air, her eyes turning red just as mine would in arousal of blood. I grab the back of her neck , now she has pissed me off to my core. I narrow my gaze, searching the veins that would follow the red eyes. Though nothing comes out.

A sick laughter leaves her throat and she places a singular finger on my chest, throwing me across the room with a power I have never felt. She jumps off the table, back of her top making a tearing sound as two gigantic wings fly out and extend wide around her. As though it was a dragon before me.

“Stay down, Vampire” She commands holding a hand in front of her, a palm facing the ground. An extreme power wields me down, pinning me on the floor. Her words are an insult in her own mind, I suppose. And there comes the craziest part. Caroline’s blonde hair turns brown and her face changes as if it were a shape shifter before me. The wings declaring dominance in my living room.

“Naughty girl…if you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask” I allow a full framed smirk to take control of my features.

She steps closer as though she were an angel. But I know / exactly / what she is and trust me…Angel is the exact opposite.

 #Bonnie’s cries for help has me off-guard.I have no plan nor do I know what is happening to her. She has no way of telling which spirits are communicating to her. According to her shaky voice all she sees is Elena. I doubt that this all is some kind of a revenge fantasy laid out by Katherine. Those beautiful eyes shut in front of me as Bonnie asks for help.

“ it’s okay. Don’t listen, little dove. Just listen to me. Okay? “

 She shakes her head pushing me away, clawing my arm with her nails  “ I can’t. It hurts . it hurts “

“Bonnie it’s not real! It’s /not/ real. Look at me.”  I grab her hand putting it on my beating chest for her to feel something “I’m real, that’s not “

“ No! You’re lying. Go away “ Her raised voice has me by surprise. Damn this girl can be loud. For such a little girl she sure as hell projects a lot of noise! I shush her hoping her sister hasn’t heard her. I’m so not in the mood to deal with that hunter doctor.  “Bonnie, shush! It’s me! You’re going to wake marry up! “

She does the exact opposite of what I tell her, pushing me away. She starts screaming. Before I can realize what the hell I’m doing my hands have reached her shoulders and are shaking the shit out of her “ Bonnie! “ I call her name. She inhales sharply as though snapping back to reality. Looking around with those confused brown eyes. she seems disturbed “ Damon? “

A smile curves on her freckled face and my vision turns into wet wavy strings. I sigh of relieve! Her smile has been saved into my memory. Something that came out of innocence yet was so mysterious It promised an adventure. Her red hair, kissed by fire, tickles my nose as I hold her back. Moments like this show me that I am forever bound to a mortal tho I know she won’t remember any of them. I have grown tired of messing with her head.

“ Damon “ she whispers in my ear. Her breaths are not yet regulated. Something in her voice…something about it that has never failed to make me excited. Before anything is twitched I try to politely push her away. You don’t want things to get heated. She grabs the back of my shirt keeping me still. I could remove her with force but I allow her to seek comfort. Her wet hair is soaking my shoulders yet I do not care. Her lips travel along my chin and find mine. Slowly pecking my lips as my arms secure her sides. I almost forgot how she tasted like. I’d hate for it to end like this.

Nevertheless My hands reach up to her cheeks and in my head I play the one song I hate the most as my mouth invites her in. “ You went to bed after your friends left “ I repeat in my head. And all she will remember will be the memory of a strange dream. That way she’d be safe.

I stayed there for a few minutes longer before she gave in and allowed me to leave her embrace. Taking one last look at her…she has been mine since she was 16 years old. How I have watched her grow into the sculpture that she is. She stands on her toes to give me a kiss on my cheek before I take my leave. It’s been five years and she doesn’t remember a single thing about me. All she knows is the liar who came in with the name Smith and turned out to be #Stefan’s older brother. She doesn’t even remember the wolves I saved her from. She doesn’t remember the kiss she gave me when she was 17 or the way she called me. Sometimes when I look at her I wonder…Was she my last call towards redemption?