#viciouslethality

Elena’s treachery was a reality, and Damon was at the center of it all. Behind steel bars as if in a jail cell, Elena’s brows furrowed with a sense of responsibility for Damon’s current starvation and excavation. The steel had began to rub her elbows raw from leaning, and the blood bags were leaking, igniting the rustic smell throughout the basement.

             ❝You know why we have to do this...               You were compelled to kill Jeremy--my brother.               We can’t let that happen.❞

A sigh and Elena’s eyes cast a gaze over the weltering man that was Damon... At this point, feelings were irrelevant and Elena wasn’t even sure whether or not they existed beyond perception of attraction. After all, Stefan was always the libido in her mind. And Damon was his brother-- the bad, inappropriate brother. 

Right?

He was taking his precious time waking up. Of course, this only served to infuriate Katherine even further ---- as if that were even possible, considering how angry she already was.

As he finally began to regain consciousness -- the doppelganger smiled wickedly at the array of sounds she was now hearing. Painful groans, muttered curses and the always beautiful sound of burning flesh were among them -- clearly he was struggling with the vervain soaked ropes she had bound him with. 

Standing up from the chair she had been lounged in, she walked slowly over to Damon and bent down behind him -- her lips right up against his ear. 

“----sleep well?” she simply asked, her voice low. 

If I get 10 "Sing!", I will record a video of the Mun singing.

I didn't do a video because of reasons like I didn't feel like it but I already recorded my voice so literally no matter what I'm going to upload a recording of me singing.

It was settled. No matter how how much she hate it, it had been settled. She was going to get into an arranged marriage. Rebekah, needed to help her people and the only solution was to get married with this stranger, to which she hardly knew his name. Damon Salvatore.

She had recently heard the news from her father. It had just been this morning. Of course she knew her father was looking for someone she could marry, to give their people a salvation through her, but, for a daughter, would never be easy to picture her own father handing her to any stranger in salvation of people she didn't know. 

She was eating her breakfast in her dorm, sat in the big bed, reading her favorite book all over agan when her father had entered, fake smile bright on his face, as fake as the excited tone of voice that pronounced the awful news. The words that made her dreams of true love vanish completely in the air, right infront of her eyes. But she was polite, kind and respectful of her father's choices and as a good princess, she nodded and tried to smile. Saving her people was important.

And that not being enough, she was supposed to meet his fiance, for a fancy dinner, at his castle that very same night so they could meet eachother and plan thebig party both kingdoms would celebrate after their marriage. So after a silent sight, she stopped eating, food didn't seem that good. She needed a way to break the arranged marriage, without it looking like it was her fault and that night seemed like a good way to start.