Drabble: it's not really guilt (Vampire Diaries)
It’s not really guilt
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: dark, hurt, drabble, prompted, AU
Characters/Pairings: Caroline/Damon
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries (TV show) and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: I took the word as a theme here... I know it really isn’t a ‘I’m sorry’ fic... more of a silent guilty confession to himself... if that makes sense...
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The Vampire Diaries, Caroline/Damon, guilt
For rock’n’rollbitch
He watched her pale skin glitter in the moonlight that shown through the window. She looked fragile and small, too weak for what had been happening to her for the last few weeks. What he did to her. Her blond hair pooled around her, and looked almost like a golden halo around her. She looked even more innocent than she usually did whenever he sunk his teeth into that slender neck of hers.
He took a look around the hospital room she was laying in. They had given her a room of her own; probably because she was the daughter of the sheriff.
He had always hated the smell of hospital, because his sensitive nose was able to pick up the smell of decaying old or dieing humans, even when the hospital staff tried to cover that up with an antiseptic one.
He ran a cold finger down her throat and then her collarbone, and felt her faintly tremble. Even in her frail state, his presence, his touch was evoking a reaction in her. Slowly her eyes opened, and her pale lips parted and a faint “Damon” escaped her.
He scooped down to her, placed his ice-cold finger on her lips and then stared down at her. “Don’t strain yourself.” He said softly. “The doctors say that you’re stable, but still weak!”
“What happened?” she asked.
Anaemia...
“Nothing...” he answered without hesitation, smiling at her. She smiled back, using the last of her strength before she fell asleep again.
And as she slept, breathed in and out softly, he was contemplating that it might be of more advantage for him to search for other places for his food... He did after all want her around a little longer; and warm human blood was the same from every other person anyway...
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: dark, hurt, drabble, prompted, AU
Characters/Pairings: Caroline/Damon
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries (TV show) and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: I took the word as a theme here... I know it really isn’t a ‘I’m sorry’ fic... more of a silent guilty confession to himself... if that makes sense...
::
The Vampire Diaries, Caroline/Damon, guilt
For rock’n’rollbitch
He watched her pale skin glitter in the moonlight that shown through the window. She looked fragile and small, too weak for what had been happening to her for the last few weeks. What he did to her. Her blond hair pooled around her, and looked almost like a golden halo around her. She looked even more innocent than she usually did whenever he sunk his teeth into that slender neck of hers.
He took a look around the hospital room she was laying in. They had given her a room of her own; probably because she was the daughter of the sheriff.
He had always hated the smell of hospital, because his sensitive nose was able to pick up the smell of decaying old or dieing humans, even when the hospital staff tried to cover that up with an antiseptic one.
He ran a cold finger down her throat and then her collarbone, and felt her faintly tremble. Even in her frail state, his presence, his touch was evoking a reaction in her. Slowly her eyes opened, and her pale lips parted and a faint “Damon” escaped her.
He scooped down to her, placed his ice-cold finger on her lips and then stared down at her. “Don’t strain yourself.” He said softly. “The doctors say that you’re stable, but still weak!”
“What happened?” she asked.
Anaemia...
“Nothing...” he answered without hesitation, smiling at her. She smiled back, using the last of her strength before she fell asleep again.
And as she slept, breathed in and out softly, he was contemplating that it might be of more advantage for him to search for other places for his food... He did after all want her around a little longer; and warm human blood was the same from every other person anyway...