Damon Salvatore

@scarredbookworm

Damon was wandering once more. He had long abandoned Stefan, needing a change and to get away after Lexie had basically told him that he was the reason Stefan couldn't control himself. As if it was him! He was the reason Stefan hadn't been hunted yet or killed!

He pushed those thoughts and memories aside, deciding that he would just live his life however it happens. He doesn't want to be brought down any longer.

As he passed by an alley, he overheard a struggle. He became curious and moved towards the sounds, and saw a large man trying to overpower a smaller woman. He used his speed and appeared behind the man in seconds, then twisted his neck, killing him and dropping the body.

Damon sneered at the body then his sharp eyes landed on the smaller woman.

This guy was a vampire. A handsome one, but a vampire nonetheless. For some reason he'd decided to save her.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around.

She shrugged.

@scarredbookworm

Damon was wandering once more. He had long abandoned Stefan, needing a change and to get away after Lexie had basically told him that he was the reason Stefan couldn't control himself. As if it was him! He was the reason Stefan hadn't been hunted yet or killed!

He pushed those thoughts and memories aside, deciding that he would just live his life however it happens. He doesn't want to be brought down any longer.

As he passed by an alley, he overheard a struggle. He became curious and moved towards the sounds, and saw a large man trying to overpower a smaller woman. He used his speed and appeared behind the man in seconds, then twisted his neck, killing him and dropping the body.

Damon sneered at the body then his sharp eyes landed on the smaller woman.

This guy was a vampire. A handsome one, but a vampire nonetheless. For some reason he'd decided to save her.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

@fan-maddson

Damon looked up at the large ship as he climbed from the car. His servants gathered his bags and belongings, bringing them to the cargo portion of the ship. They would be rooming in first class...he had purchased an extra room for their use. He was always a kind person and made sure they were comfortable and happy.

He moved forward then, heading for the boarding station for first class. as he passed some people, a young lady dropped her fan. He bent down and retrieved it before offering it to her, his blue eyes meeting her own. He gave her a kind smile.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

She had agreed to marry him. She was his now.

"Yes it is," Kate replied as the door shut behind him.

He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against her own.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

She had agreed to marry him. She was his now.

"Yes it is," Kate replied as the door shut behind him.

He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against her own.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

She had agreed to marry him. She was his now.

"Yes it is," Kate replied as the door shut behind him.

He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against her own.

@fan-maddson

Damon looked up at the large ship as he climbed from the car. His servants gathered his bags and belongings, bringing them to the cargo portion of the ship. They would be rooming in first class...he had purchased an extra room for their use. He was always a kind person and made sure they were comfortable and happy.

He moved forward then, heading for the boarding station for first class. as he passed some people, a young lady dropped her fan. He bent down and retrieved it before offering it to her, his blue eyes meeting her own. He gave her a kind smile.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

She had agreed to marry him. She was his now.

"Yes it is," Kate replied as the door shut behind him.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

She had agreed to marry him. She was his now.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

She had agreed to marry him. She was his now.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.

@scarredbookworm

Damon sat quietly alone in his parlor as he stared at his bourbon neat. He was alone as always, and even forgotten. At least him being a vampire…how long had it been since his region had presented hopeful brides? His last bride had been killed in the fifties and he was slowly forgotten.

He hadn’t wanted to leave his home for fear of being attacked himself. And he allowed the region to forget him. His existence…and his…condition.

He frowned suddenly as he heard the sounds of tires on gravel. It had been some time since anyone ventured far enough to find his estate. He moved to the window, seeing a rickety car approaching.