Fic: A lady's choice and a gentleman's agreement 01
Title: A lady's choice and a gentleman's agreement
Prologue
Characters: Damon Salvatore/OC
Genre: romance, darkfic, supernatural
Rating: T
Spoilers: Yes
Disclaimar: As always I don't own anything that belongs to the rightful author or the company producing the Vampire diaries serial. I rather bow before them in acknowledgment of their efforts put in their work for creating such a compelling story.
Summary: Hannah as any young adult desires to build herself a life that would appease her, fulfilling her wishes and ambitions. And yet as she moves to Mystic Falls on behest of her aunt, her past inevitably catches with her, making her life anything but a plight.
A/N: I didn't read the books, so I go according to serial creating my little storyline into the whole plot. The subject of following the plotline and not mess with it too much is a new one for me as even though I am writing fan fiction a very long time (no I am not that old), I always created a separate story, and not one that should fit into the whole storyline. So please bear with me, I will follow the episodes as closely as I will be able to.
And yes this story will be mostly about Damon Salvatore and his view on life with its little twists and turns and about Hannah and her sometimes pleasurable, sometimes painful character study of his demeanor.
Prologue
They had always been alone - she and her mummy. The two of them lived in a small house near the center of Cloverdale in West Virginia. It was a small town near Roanoke city. Mommy had showed her the map once, when she had asked.
"Hannah where are we living?" her mother had knelt in front of her in the hallway binding her shoes.
Hannah had squirmed, her huge eyes looking at her mummy with inquisitive interest. At that time she was two and couldn't form the words properly. She always squirmed, her small hands twisting into her nearly nordic-blond long hair answering her mommy. "Tineview dive." She couldn't pronounce the er's yet.
And her mummy would then pat her on the head smiling that brilliant smile saying she is all ready to go to nursery. Hannah would agree, nodding her head, squishing in her hold a white plush cat, waiting.
As now five years later, with her still holding her white much washed white plush cat, she was waiting for her mum to get home. She was already late and the night had fallen. Mummy in her opinion was never that late and Hannah was confused.
It was Friday late evening and her mummy had to finish some work in the office. In her assistant position for a huge company she was sometimes too busy to pay much attention to the child, but Hannah admired her as a seven year old can admire her mother.
And her mommy was late.
She said she would be back before the dark. She wasn't and Hannah was afraid. Sitting on the stairs where the light was on, holding to the cat, she hypnotized the doors to open. Maybe ten minutes passed or an hour she didn't know, the coarse cloth of the padded stairs was uncomfortable, but she refused to move from the top of the stairs.
And then the door opened. Hannah jumped from her sitting position wanting to run down the stairs, but she stopped mid step. Something was wrong. Her mum didn't call to her as she used to when she had to let her stay alone at home.
Maybe it was a child's intuition, maybe a bit of luck, but Hannah instinctively hid behind the stair rail crouching barely breathing in fright. There down in the front hall was her mother inviting a man inside.
He crossed the threshold. Black polished boots and black trousers that was all Hannah saw. The doors closed with a loud thud, then there was another one and her mommy was pressed against them her leg winding itself against the man's one.
A moan tore through the silence and then some more. Guttural, deep, helpless keening sounds echoed through the hallway, something that Hannah shouldn't really listen to, but instead it lured her to peek through the gap between the rails to watch what was happening downstairs.
The man was leaning against her mummy, his dark hair messy as her mummy griped them, combed through them, tugged them and he complied getting lower still, his mouth leaving hers and latching instead onto her neck, eliciting more breathless moans.
Neither Hannah nor her mommy saw how his eyes swam in red as he licked alongside the vein, feeling the quickened frantically beating pulls of an aroused woman. His hands traveled up, one lacing in the falling long straight blond hair, the other one circled around thin waist pressing the pliant body closer. He sucked at the nape of her neck, playing for time, enjoying the feeling of her surrender, hungering for more.
And then he yanked her head to the side forcefully, eliciting from her mummy a yelp. She struggled as he held her down her moans turning to keening wails; clothes rustling, a scream and then her mummy falling down, clutching at her neck.
„Hmm tasty. "
"Please…" her mummy whined.
"What please Samantha? Please more?" he grinned and griped her pushing her against the wall.
"Please no, please… I have a …" hyperventilating, she clutched at her neck the blood seeped slowly through her fingers.
"What do you have my sweet little desert. A child upstairs? Watching?" He pushed her hand away from her neck. "Hmm what a treat what do you say?"
She tried to scramble. "Let's have more. Shall we?" he smiled extending his fangs.
Then it was quick - a snack and a break, the lifeless body falling down, some of the blood smeared on the wall. "What a mess dear. Let's sit on the ground properly." He dragged the corpse to a sitting position.
"And you little sweet pie, come down come."
Hannah was petrified, clutching her cat, but slowly obeying - step by step slowly coming down. Her mummy was there saying nothing.
"Mummy?"
"Mummy's dead you know. See…" he nudged the body with his foot and that fell to the ground.
"Mummyyy…" she run to her. "Mummy, mummy…" Hannah in one hand her now bloodied cat in the other clutching clothes of her mother, crying.
"Oh dear… what with you?" the man looked down. "Kill, not to kill…"
"Mummy, mummyyy wake up…" Hannah didn't listen, didn't understood.
"Whatever… " and he was out in an instant doors left open.
Prologue
Characters: Damon Salvatore/OC
Genre: romance, darkfic, supernatural
Rating: T
Spoilers: Yes
Disclaimar: As always I don't own anything that belongs to the rightful author or the company producing the Vampire diaries serial. I rather bow before them in acknowledgment of their efforts put in their work for creating such a compelling story.
Summary: Hannah as any young adult desires to build herself a life that would appease her, fulfilling her wishes and ambitions. And yet as she moves to Mystic Falls on behest of her aunt, her past inevitably catches with her, making her life anything but a plight.
A/N: I didn't read the books, so I go according to serial creating my little storyline into the whole plot. The subject of following the plotline and not mess with it too much is a new one for me as even though I am writing fan fiction a very long time (no I am not that old), I always created a separate story, and not one that should fit into the whole storyline. So please bear with me, I will follow the episodes as closely as I will be able to.
And yes this story will be mostly about Damon Salvatore and his view on life with its little twists and turns and about Hannah and her sometimes pleasurable, sometimes painful character study of his demeanor.
Prologue
They had always been alone - she and her mummy. The two of them lived in a small house near the center of Cloverdale in West Virginia. It was a small town near Roanoke city. Mommy had showed her the map once, when she had asked.
"Hannah where are we living?" her mother had knelt in front of her in the hallway binding her shoes.
Hannah had squirmed, her huge eyes looking at her mummy with inquisitive interest. At that time she was two and couldn't form the words properly. She always squirmed, her small hands twisting into her nearly nordic-blond long hair answering her mommy. "Tineview dive." She couldn't pronounce the er's yet.
And her mummy would then pat her on the head smiling that brilliant smile saying she is all ready to go to nursery. Hannah would agree, nodding her head, squishing in her hold a white plush cat, waiting.
As now five years later, with her still holding her white much washed white plush cat, she was waiting for her mum to get home. She was already late and the night had fallen. Mummy in her opinion was never that late and Hannah was confused.
It was Friday late evening and her mummy had to finish some work in the office. In her assistant position for a huge company she was sometimes too busy to pay much attention to the child, but Hannah admired her as a seven year old can admire her mother.
And her mommy was late.
She said she would be back before the dark. She wasn't and Hannah was afraid. Sitting on the stairs where the light was on, holding to the cat, she hypnotized the doors to open. Maybe ten minutes passed or an hour she didn't know, the coarse cloth of the padded stairs was uncomfortable, but she refused to move from the top of the stairs.
And then the door opened. Hannah jumped from her sitting position wanting to run down the stairs, but she stopped mid step. Something was wrong. Her mum didn't call to her as she used to when she had to let her stay alone at home.
Maybe it was a child's intuition, maybe a bit of luck, but Hannah instinctively hid behind the stair rail crouching barely breathing in fright. There down in the front hall was her mother inviting a man inside.
He crossed the threshold. Black polished boots and black trousers that was all Hannah saw. The doors closed with a loud thud, then there was another one and her mommy was pressed against them her leg winding itself against the man's one.
A moan tore through the silence and then some more. Guttural, deep, helpless keening sounds echoed through the hallway, something that Hannah shouldn't really listen to, but instead it lured her to peek through the gap between the rails to watch what was happening downstairs.
The man was leaning against her mummy, his dark hair messy as her mummy griped them, combed through them, tugged them and he complied getting lower still, his mouth leaving hers and latching instead onto her neck, eliciting more breathless moans.
Neither Hannah nor her mommy saw how his eyes swam in red as he licked alongside the vein, feeling the quickened frantically beating pulls of an aroused woman. His hands traveled up, one lacing in the falling long straight blond hair, the other one circled around thin waist pressing the pliant body closer. He sucked at the nape of her neck, playing for time, enjoying the feeling of her surrender, hungering for more.
And then he yanked her head to the side forcefully, eliciting from her mummy a yelp. She struggled as he held her down her moans turning to keening wails; clothes rustling, a scream and then her mummy falling down, clutching at her neck.
„Hmm tasty. "
"Please…" her mummy whined.
"What please Samantha? Please more?" he grinned and griped her pushing her against the wall.
"Please no, please… I have a …" hyperventilating, she clutched at her neck the blood seeped slowly through her fingers.
"What do you have my sweet little desert. A child upstairs? Watching?" He pushed her hand away from her neck. "Hmm what a treat what do you say?"
She tried to scramble. "Let's have more. Shall we?" he smiled extending his fangs.
Then it was quick - a snack and a break, the lifeless body falling down, some of the blood smeared on the wall. "What a mess dear. Let's sit on the ground properly." He dragged the corpse to a sitting position.
"And you little sweet pie, come down come."
Hannah was petrified, clutching her cat, but slowly obeying - step by step slowly coming down. Her mummy was there saying nothing.
"Mummy?"
"Mummy's dead you know. See…" he nudged the body with his foot and that fell to the ground.
"Mummyyy…" she run to her. "Mummy, mummy…" Hannah in one hand her now bloodied cat in the other clutching clothes of her mother, crying.
"Oh dear… what with you?" the man looked down. "Kill, not to kill…"
"Mummy, mummyyy wake up…" Hannah didn't listen, didn't understood.
"Whatever… " and he was out in an instant doors left open.