Ric had been busier than usual lately--which meant not at the Grill on their stools when Damon stopped by to get a drink or over at the boarding house every night. Not that Damon could claim that he was being ignored--Ric was around at less, but he was still around. Damon, however, was very good at feeling neglected--or, well, curious about why he ( Read more... )

Going home with Rebekah was never part of the plan. Actually, seeing Rebekah a second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and so on times had never been part of the plan, either. One night to mourn all they'd lost and then go their own ways in a truce of silence that sliced anyway. But then he'd taken her home and, for some reason, asked her to stay. So, ( Read more... )

Damon stared at the phone in his hand for a long few moments, feeling more than a little conflicted. Werewolves in woods, a conversation, and Damon knew that it was right to give up. Knew he'd been right to tell Elena it was done, Stefan was gone. Klaus couldn't know she was alive, and Damon had to put that first, above Stefan, even ( Read more... )

Damon had closed the bar for the night. No offense to anyone who wanted to get their Valentine's Day rocks off by being vamp bait, but they'd have to do it Friday night. Tonight, he had different plans, and they did not include either him or his assistant manager being at work. He hadn't really known how to arrange the time, honestly. Inviting at ( Read more... )

The moment she'd left, Damon wanted to call her back. He wasn't the good brother, after all. Everyone knew that. He was selfish, untrustworthy, prone to violence when not given what he wanted. How many times had Stefan, had she, told him that? He should have known it was too good to be true, when she told him she wanted him. She'd said, just weeks ( Read more... )

*brooding at bar* That seat's taken.

[ooc: After this.]

Well, that needed to not happen again, Damon thought to himself as he moved through the city, blending with the crowd and shadows. The bright lights were all around, but that just kept even more people's attention off of him. There were too many other things to look at ( Read more... )

I don't do "just friends" well.

"I'm not like you."Damon had spat the words at Matt, rejecting his words, his offer, and they echoed in his head now and again. But when he walked away, there had been only one place he felt he could go: home. Part of him was certain he should have gone elsewhere, somewhere he could disappear ( Read more... )

Every now and then, the constriction of the village tightened around him until he wanted to throw something through a wall. It wasn't often--for the most part he'd learned to be content in his three years here--but when it happened, it was like a restless burning he couldn't shake.

He was a vampire, a predator. Once upon a time, he'd been death ( Read more... )