/steals damon since no one else has :3highvoltagegirlSeptember 20 2010, 05:16:14 UTC
Elle was more than happy to break away from her group as soon as they were within the walls of the fort. They were just bogging her down with all their annoying bullshit and, in the cases of some of them, concern. She'd decided it wasn't real concern-- why would it be real? They didn't know her. The pain in her leg was getting easier to ignore, even though the blood had mostly soaked through the bandages at this point.
She approached the cabins with an overwhelming sense of relief. Any enthusiasm she might have felt about exploring was drained away when they had to fight those fucked up demonic spider ... things. Hopefully the cabins were equipped with beds, and she could collapse in one for awhile.
Without much thought, she climbed the steps to the nearest one and made her way across the porch and inside, pausing only when she walked though the door and realized someone else was there. He was almost easy to miss, the way he was sitting in the chair so quietly.
But he was pretty cute. Elle was pleased with the turn of events overall.
mmm /stolenmiseternitySeptember 20 2010, 05:58:21 UTC
The smell of blood alerted Damon to Elle's presence before she even got inside the house. His grip on the arm of the decrepit little rocking chair tightened and his shoulders tightened to a greater degree as she came inside. God, he was starving, and it was a painful reminder. When his eyes went red and he felt the veins around them begin to throb in the way that confirmed that his eye sockets would look black and spooky were he to turn around. He wasn't nearly as out of control as Stefan was -- he'd been well-fed and kept his urges under control for over a century and a half now, and it wasn't difficult to avoid taking a bite out of women who cut their fingers dicing vegetables, unlike his rather unscrupulous brother, but the wound in her thigh was freely flowing and stunk of fresh blood.
When she spoke, Damon got to his feet in that too-fast vampire way, getting his eyes back under control as he quickly ran at her, pinning her against the wall in the blink of an eye with his hand gripping her throat. He inhaled deeply, eyes shut and temple twitching at the scent. He opened his eyes slowly, making sure to keep the vampiric look out of them as he fixed them on hers.
"Breaking and entering is a serious crime, you know," he taunted, "you should really be more careful." An amused look crept into his eyes, though. It was the look that he got when he decided he wanted to play with his food before he crushed it into tiny pieces. He pulled back, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. "Now that you're here, though, might as well stick around. I was just getting ready for dinner. You could join me." It was a horrible line, but it was one that in a hundred and forty-five years, he'd never used. The novelty of it would either send her running or bring that look of horror that he'd love to see in her eyes -- there was no down side, at this point, and she could join the slew of morons who thought Damon Salvatore was a part of the scenery in this fucked up little forest.
Before she could think another thought, she was up against the wall. She gasped for breath, fear and the adrenaline that came with it rushing through her. The spiders were nothing compared to this. This was up close, personal, and reminded her far too much of her close call with Sylar.
"I'm not hungry." There was fear in her eyes, definitely, but she wasn't going to cower or surrender. Something clicked in the back of her mind, almost like going into autopilot. She knew exactly what to do. The current of electricity that rushed through her wasn't very strong-- not enough to blast him off of her, like she had intended for it to, but hopefully it was enough to warn him away from her. Getting assaulted by some creepy rapist guy was the only way this day could get any worse.
He was about to open his mouth for a smarmy retort when he felt the surge of electricity -- like sticking his hand in a fried electrical socket. Releasing her, he shook out one of his hands, staring at it in morbid fascination before slowly flicking his gaze back up towards her, penetrating.
"Neat trick," he complimented, a wide, wolfish smirk tugging over his lips. Things just got a lot more interesting. He usually wasn't one to play with his food, but when so many people here were so damn fascinating, how was he supposed to help it? Not a damn one of them was fully human.
Of course, as it had been with Sam, his first assumption was witch for Elle -- this time, though, it felt more logical. She didn't smell the same degree of separation away from humanity as Sam had. But, witches were the most likely threat to any vampire, and the way she managed to spark the blue energy over his skin seemed telling.
"Now, where did you learn a thing like that?" His drawl was slow, taunting and patronizing in a dozen different ways, and he leaned over her, making sure not to touch as he planted a hand beside her head on the wall and ducked down some to her level. While he did make sure to make intimidating levels of eye contact, he wasn't going to compel it out of her. Not yet. He'd much rather see her trust him enough, however wrongfully instilled that trust might be, and tell him herself.
Her instincts told her to run away as soon as he let go of her, but she knew that was a horrible idea. She wouldn't get very far on her leg. Hell, she wouldn't get very far even if she was was 100%. This guy was a special, although she couldn't pin exactly what his ability was. He definitely had superspeed on his side. Maybe super-strength? Elle wasn't exactly eager to find out if there was even more to him than met the eye or not.
And then her window of opportunity for escape was gone as he got back in her face, stare piercing. It was almost funny, how she felt even more smothered now than when his hand was actually against her throat.
"I was born this way." She was quick to bring one hand up, building up sparks there but holding them, waiting. "And I've killed people before, so if I were you, I'd back off." There was a quiver in her voice that gave her away, but she still stood her ground.
"Oooh, spooky," he taunted with an exceptionally amused, mocking smirk. In most circumstances, Damon would consider any degree of threat adorable coming from a blonde her size and in her position, but the sparks were looking mighty intimidating considering how many fires started electrically. Vampires and fire had never really gotten along very well -- a part of the eternity as frozen marble, he supposed. In any case, he'd solve it quickly enough.
His stare became more fixed, and his pupils dilated on and off, absorbing the entirety of his green irises into their black mass and then shrinking again as he delved into her mind to plant his will while he tried to subdue her own. As fun as this all was, he wasn't going to risk getting fried because he wanted to taunt her instead of taking preemptive measures to prevent her little act of rebellion.
"Put that away. In fact, you want to hide that pretty little talent of yours. You don't want to show it off, and you certainly don't want to hurt me, do you?" A beat, he thoughtfully tugged at his lower lip, considering the possibility of blinking away the compulsion entirely, but deciding that it wasn't necessary yet. Not quite yet. "What's your name?"
Why was she trying to hurt this guy? That was the last thing she ever wanted to do. The sparks stopped, and her hand fell limp to her side. That was dangerous, anyway. What would happen if someone discovered her ability? Nothing good, that was for sure. She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Damon had at first seemed... what was the word? Intimidating? Yeah, that had to be it. But she now felt safe in his presence.
"Elle." Her name rolled off the tip of her tongue while she kept staring into his eyes.
The smirk widened and he leaned back and away from her, crossing his arms over his chest and giving a prompt 'huh' of fascination. Well, if the compulsion had worked on her, it confirmed his assumption that she was most certainly still human, regardless of what she could do that seemed to go above and beyond that. His gaze flickered briefly down to his hand and he dwelled on the sensation for only a moment longer.
"Well, Elle, here's what's going to happen. You need to learn a little lesson in walking into the houses of vampires. Yes, vampires, suspend disbelief." A mild twitch of annoyance tugged the corner of his lips, because really, getting past that was the worst sometimes. He ran a hand over the side of her face, smoothing her hair and caressing her cheek.
"So, you're going to let me drink from you. In fact, if you happen to be exceptionally open-minded, you might even find you like it. Mmkay?" The smile he gave was too sweet to be paired with that order, but by this point, her mind was probably too gooey with Damon's will to care much or notice anyway.
She kept her gaze fixed on Damon, vacant, taking in everything he threw at her. Vampires...? That was interesting. Her head tilted towards his touch.
"Okay..." The word was uttered so softly, she couldn't even be sure that she had said it. Not that much, or any, of her attention was focused on what she was saying. Damon had a nice smile. Why wouldn't she want to do something nice for him? It couldn't be that different than lending a neighbor a cup of sugar, right? Elle tilted her head farther to the side, exposing her neck to him.
Just like all the others. How boring. Damon managed to avoid showing it, though, by keeping the thinly tugged smirk on his lips as he reached to push her hair away from her neck. He leaned in and inhaled against her skin, the smile becoming briefly genuine as the smell of blood wafted off of her. The veins returned to his eyes as they became bloodshot and hungry. His fangs grew sharper and he opened his mouth widely to bite into her neck.
He hadn't bothered to compel away the fact that it would hurt, which meant there was some serious pain going on as his fangs sank into flesh, but the blood immediately sprang free from her neck like he'd struck oil and he let the coppery liquid spill out into his mouth before he began to suck greedily at her neck, the hand that had been so lightly stroking her face now roughly gripping the opposite side of her throat to brace her there.
For the first time in what felt like forever, her attention was no longer on the pain in her leg. It had shifted towards the sharp and sudden pain in her neck. Her body wanted to struggle against it, reflexes begging her to shove him away, shock him, anything. She didn't exactly have a ton of blood to spare; most of it was lining the ground of fairy woodland hell by now.
It left her mind working overtime in trying to reassure the rest of her that it was okay, Damon was a friend. Her vampire BFF. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. She couldn't hurt him by shocking him. It was too dangerous.
Despite her mind's overwhelming victory in the struggle, a small whimper of pain still managed to escape her lips.
Damon couldn't be assed to stop drinking to reassure her when she first started whining, or even when she complained that he was hurting her. Instead, he waited until he was done -- which, granted, wasn't long. He knew well enough how to read a pulse to make sure he didn't off the person he was trying to feed from. He wiped his chin off with his fingers, dragging away a streak of blood and shaking it off onto the floor of the cabin as he pulled away, sizing her up.
At this rate, though, even if he didn't drain her all the way, that wound was going to. Too bad, too, she'd been pretty compliant. With a thoughtful purse of his lips, he squinted a little at her, catching her empty gaze, though any hint of compelling was gone from his.
"You want me to take care of that for you?" He offered with a gesture to the wound on her thigh. He raises his own wrist to his mouth and, fangs still out, broke the skin so that there was blood forming. He offered his wrist out to her. "Drink. And don't get killed, either." The choice, however, was entirely hers. He wasn't going to compel someone into drinking his blood -- that was just nutty.
"What, are you a docto--" Elle started to ask, but the question died as Damon bit his wrist. Was he asking her to-- ew. Seriously? She wasted no time in making sure the vampire knew her exact thoughts on that.
"Ew. Seriously?" She crossed her arms, sliding off the wall and farther away from him. For whatever reason, she'd reacquired a surge of her usual sassy attitude. "That's okay. I'll just keep--" bleeding to death? "-- I don't need your help. Isn't that supposed to ... make me a vampire too or something? Pass."
There was a scoff. Suddenly, Damon couldn't help thinking that he preferred her brain-dead and under the power of compulsion. The girl was no better than Caroline, and, well, they'd all seen where that ended. Were all tiny blondes the same? Damon was beginning to think so. He gave her a tight-lipped look of annoyance.
"I'm not interested in turning you into a vampire, Elle," he curved his tongue around her name in the most overbearing manner he could manage. "Trust me, it's a lot more complicated than that. But, it'll take care of the mess and do you some good, as long as you don't die." Suddenly, the overbearing look turned to one of bemused mockery. "You don't have plans to kick it that I'm interfering with, do you?"
His eyebrow wiggled, but after a pause, he dropped his wrist away, rolling his eyes and turning to walk back towards where the bedrooms and defunct bathroom where he found a non-working sink that made him roll his eyes. So much for getting rid of some of the blood he'd gotten on him. Looks like his options now were A.) hope these idiots thought he got attacked by a bear, B.) cry "very convincing Halloween costume" or C.) find a stream.
"No!" Whoever this guy was, this… vampire jackass, the initial attraction was gone. Any compulsion he had over her was fading fast, too. "I'm not trying to die. I just don't want any help from… from Edward Cullen." Look, Elle read sometimes, too.
"So thanks or whatever, but no thanks." She started her sad, almost-limping walk back to the door, carrying the shreds of her dignity with her. This sure had been one way to make her considerably awful day even worse.
Before she could get out the door, Damon raced to block it, appearing almost instantaneously like a phantom in the middle of the doorway and stepping forward at a more human pace to intimidate her. As fun as this little hissy fit was, he was going to need to deal with it before he let her run around crying vampire to the entire camp. That just wouldn't do.
"First of all," he counted off on his fingers, "Edward Cullen is an insult. Helloooo, sparkle-free. I assure you." With a thoughtful curl of his lips, he added, "Can't promise I won't break your headboard, though." All too promptly, he jumped into his next point. "Two," he said it like he was announcing it in big, block letters, "you're not gonna remember a thing about this, so I don't see what the harm in a little supernatural healing is. And three, you call me that again, and I'll snap your neck."
The smile that found its way onto his face was all too calm, collected and smug. Like this was a game and he was just some player who was winning. Katherine's influence, of course. He grabbed her chin and leaned in, smile turning to a hard stare.
"I'm not a vampire. In fact, I'm your friend who came and found you when you were bleeding out that pretty throat of yours due to vampire. I'm a bonafide hero, Elle. Aren't you grateful?" The compulsion was back, the pupils of his eyes dilating. Yeah, he definitely liked her better when she was brain dead and accepting instruction.
She approached the cabins with an overwhelming sense of relief. Any enthusiasm she might have felt about exploring was drained away when they had to fight those fucked up demonic spider ... things. Hopefully the cabins were equipped with beds, and she could collapse in one for awhile.
Without much thought, she climbed the steps to the nearest one and made her way across the porch and inside, pausing only when she walked though the door and realized someone else was there. He was almost easy to miss, the way he was sitting in the chair so quietly.
But he was pretty cute. Elle was pleased with the turn of events overall.
"Am I... interrupting something?"
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When she spoke, Damon got to his feet in that too-fast vampire way, getting his eyes back under control as he quickly ran at her, pinning her against the wall in the blink of an eye with his hand gripping her throat. He inhaled deeply, eyes shut and temple twitching at the scent. He opened his eyes slowly, making sure to keep the vampiric look out of them as he fixed them on hers.
"Breaking and entering is a serious crime, you know," he taunted, "you should really be more careful." An amused look crept into his eyes, though. It was the look that he got when he decided he wanted to play with his food before he crushed it into tiny pieces. He pulled back, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. "Now that you're here, though, might as well stick around. I was just getting ready for dinner. You could join me." It was a horrible line, but it was one that in a hundred and forty-five years, he'd never used. The novelty of it would either send her running or bring that look of horror that he'd love to see in her eyes -- there was no down side, at this point, and she could join the slew of morons who thought Damon Salvatore was a part of the scenery in this fucked up little forest.
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"I'm not hungry." There was fear in her eyes, definitely, but she wasn't going to cower or surrender. Something clicked in the back of her mind, almost like going into autopilot. She knew exactly what to do. The current of electricity that rushed through her wasn't very strong-- not enough to blast him off of her, like she had intended for it to, but hopefully it was enough to warn him away from her. Getting assaulted by some creepy rapist guy was the only way this day could get any worse.
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"Neat trick," he complimented, a wide, wolfish smirk tugging over his lips. Things just got a lot more interesting. He usually wasn't one to play with his food, but when so many people here were so damn fascinating, how was he supposed to help it? Not a damn one of them was fully human.
Of course, as it had been with Sam, his first assumption was witch for Elle -- this time, though, it felt more logical. She didn't smell the same degree of separation away from humanity as Sam had. But, witches were the most likely threat to any vampire, and the way she managed to spark the blue energy over his skin seemed telling.
"Now, where did you learn a thing like that?" His drawl was slow, taunting and patronizing in a dozen different ways, and he leaned over her, making sure not to touch as he planted a hand beside her head on the wall and ducked down some to her level. While he did make sure to make intimidating levels of eye contact, he wasn't going to compel it out of her. Not yet. He'd much rather see her trust him enough, however wrongfully instilled that trust might be, and tell him herself.
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And then her window of opportunity for escape was gone as he got back in her face, stare piercing. It was almost funny, how she felt even more smothered now than when his hand was actually against her throat.
"I was born this way." She was quick to bring one hand up, building up sparks there but holding them, waiting. "And I've killed people before, so if I were you, I'd back off." There was a quiver in her voice that gave her away, but she still stood her ground.
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His stare became more fixed, and his pupils dilated on and off, absorbing the entirety of his green irises into their black mass and then shrinking again as he delved into her mind to plant his will while he tried to subdue her own. As fun as this all was, he wasn't going to risk getting fried because he wanted to taunt her instead of taking preemptive measures to prevent her little act of rebellion.
"Put that away. In fact, you want to hide that pretty little talent of yours. You don't want to show it off, and you certainly don't want to hurt me, do you?" A beat, he thoughtfully tugged at his lower lip, considering the possibility of blinking away the compulsion entirely, but deciding that it wasn't necessary yet. Not quite yet. "What's your name?"
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Damon had at first seemed... what was the word? Intimidating? Yeah, that had to be it. But she now felt safe in his presence.
"Elle." Her name rolled off the tip of her tongue while she kept staring into his eyes.
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"Well, Elle, here's what's going to happen. You need to learn a little lesson in walking into the houses of vampires. Yes, vampires, suspend disbelief." A mild twitch of annoyance tugged the corner of his lips, because really, getting past that was the worst sometimes. He ran a hand over the side of her face, smoothing her hair and caressing her cheek.
"So, you're going to let me drink from you. In fact, if you happen to be exceptionally open-minded, you might even find you like it. Mmkay?" The smile he gave was too sweet to be paired with that order, but by this point, her mind was probably too gooey with Damon's will to care much or notice anyway.
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"Okay..." The word was uttered so softly, she couldn't even be sure that she had said it. Not that much, or any, of her attention was focused on what she was saying. Damon had a nice smile. Why wouldn't she want to do something nice for him? It couldn't be that different than lending a neighbor a cup of sugar, right? Elle tilted her head farther to the side, exposing her neck to him.
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He hadn't bothered to compel away the fact that it would hurt, which meant there was some serious pain going on as his fangs sank into flesh, but the blood immediately sprang free from her neck like he'd struck oil and he let the coppery liquid spill out into his mouth before he began to suck greedily at her neck, the hand that had been so lightly stroking her face now roughly gripping the opposite side of her throat to brace her there.
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It left her mind working overtime in trying to reassure the rest of her that it was okay, Damon was a friend. Her vampire BFF. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. She couldn't hurt him by shocking him. It was too dangerous.
Despite her mind's overwhelming victory in the struggle, a small whimper of pain still managed to escape her lips.
"You're hurting me."
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At this rate, though, even if he didn't drain her all the way, that wound was going to. Too bad, too, she'd been pretty compliant. With a thoughtful purse of his lips, he squinted a little at her, catching her empty gaze, though any hint of compelling was gone from his.
"You want me to take care of that for you?" He offered with a gesture to the wound on her thigh. He raises his own wrist to his mouth and, fangs still out, broke the skin so that there was blood forming. He offered his wrist out to her. "Drink. And don't get killed, either." The choice, however, was entirely hers. He wasn't going to compel someone into drinking his blood -- that was just nutty.
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"Ew. Seriously?" She crossed her arms, sliding off the wall and farther away from him. For whatever reason, she'd reacquired a surge of her usual sassy attitude. "That's okay. I'll just keep--" bleeding to death? "-- I don't need your help. Isn't that supposed to ... make me a vampire too or something? Pass."
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"I'm not interested in turning you into a vampire, Elle," he curved his tongue around her name in the most overbearing manner he could manage. "Trust me, it's a lot more complicated than that. But, it'll take care of the mess and do you some good, as long as you don't die." Suddenly, the overbearing look turned to one of bemused mockery. "You don't have plans to kick it that I'm interfering with, do you?"
His eyebrow wiggled, but after a pause, he dropped his wrist away, rolling his eyes and turning to walk back towards where the bedrooms and defunct bathroom where he found a non-working sink that made him roll his eyes. So much for getting rid of some of the blood he'd gotten on him. Looks like his options now were A.) hope these idiots thought he got attacked by a bear, B.) cry "very convincing Halloween costume" or C.) find a stream.
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"So thanks or whatever, but no thanks." She started her sad, almost-limping walk back to the door, carrying the shreds of her dignity with her. This sure had been one way to make her considerably awful day even worse.
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"First of all," he counted off on his fingers, "Edward Cullen is an insult. Helloooo, sparkle-free. I assure you." With a thoughtful curl of his lips, he added, "Can't promise I won't break your headboard, though." All too promptly, he jumped into his next point. "Two," he said it like he was announcing it in big, block letters, "you're not gonna remember a thing about this, so I don't see what the harm in a little supernatural healing is. And three, you call me that again, and I'll snap your neck."
The smile that found its way onto his face was all too calm, collected and smug. Like this was a game and he was just some player who was winning. Katherine's influence, of course. He grabbed her chin and leaned in, smile turning to a hard stare.
"I'm not a vampire. In fact, I'm your friend who came and found you when you were bleeding out that pretty throat of yours due to vampire. I'm a bonafide hero, Elle. Aren't you grateful?" The compulsion was back, the pupils of his eyes dilating. Yeah, he definitely liked her better when she was brain dead and accepting instruction.
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