Shielded - TVD - Damon & Alaric
Title: Shielded
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: The Vampire Diaries; Damon Salvator & Alaric Saltzman
Word Count: 358
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Alcohol Consumption
Author's Notes: This was writing for tvd_las Round 1 Challenge, the prompt was "The weapons we wield"
It was empty and quiet, just how Damon liked it to be when he went out for alcohol and not blood. He needed something besides the moody staring of Stefan and the judgmental glaring of Elena, this was this next best place.
Damon pursed his lips together, his fingers wrapped around the tumbler swirling the amber liquor around in the glass. He watched the way the ice twirled around the rim and the liquid moved with it.
The door opened and a quick breeze filtered across the room and Damon lifted his head. He immediately recognized the scent that was becoming all too familiar, the quick and almost silent footsteps from the man. Before Alaric got to the bar Damon kicked out the stool next to him for Alaric to sit on.
“Nice trick.”
“It’s all part of the package.” Damon rolled his eyes before he signaled for two more and let out an exaggerated sigh. “So what brings you to this lovely establishment on a Tuesday night at whatever time it is?”
Alaric nodded thanks to the bartender and eyed Damon, “I was passing by on my way home and you looked like you were up to something.”
“Oh yeah,” Damon snorted before he swiveled on the stool towards Alaric, “Me and all my weapons of mass destruction. Can’t I just want a moment of peace without any kind of ulterior motives?”
“No,” Alaric licked the lingering bourbon from his lips and Damon followed the motion. “You aren’t that kind of vampire.”
“No?” Damon leaned closer, his eyes flickering from Alaric’s lips back up to his eyes. “Tell me, what kind of vampire am I?”
“Cold and calculating, the kind who isn’t afraid to use what he is as a weapon.”
“Yeah,” Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling, “I wasn’t always this way.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You would,” Damon nodded as he stood up biting into his bottom lip. “Just like everyone else. Enjoy that drink Mr. Saltzman, not many humans have the pleasure of saying they survived a drink with Damon Salvatore, even with a pretty ring.”
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: The Vampire Diaries; Damon Salvator & Alaric Saltzman
Word Count: 358
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Alcohol Consumption
Author's Notes: This was writing for tvd_las Round 1 Challenge, the prompt was "The weapons we wield"
It was empty and quiet, just how Damon liked it to be when he went out for alcohol and not blood. He needed something besides the moody staring of Stefan and the judgmental glaring of Elena, this was this next best place.
Damon pursed his lips together, his fingers wrapped around the tumbler swirling the amber liquor around in the glass. He watched the way the ice twirled around the rim and the liquid moved with it.
The door opened and a quick breeze filtered across the room and Damon lifted his head. He immediately recognized the scent that was becoming all too familiar, the quick and almost silent footsteps from the man. Before Alaric got to the bar Damon kicked out the stool next to him for Alaric to sit on.
“Nice trick.”
“It’s all part of the package.” Damon rolled his eyes before he signaled for two more and let out an exaggerated sigh. “So what brings you to this lovely establishment on a Tuesday night at whatever time it is?”
Alaric nodded thanks to the bartender and eyed Damon, “I was passing by on my way home and you looked like you were up to something.”
“Oh yeah,” Damon snorted before he swiveled on the stool towards Alaric, “Me and all my weapons of mass destruction. Can’t I just want a moment of peace without any kind of ulterior motives?”
“No,” Alaric licked the lingering bourbon from his lips and Damon followed the motion. “You aren’t that kind of vampire.”
“No?” Damon leaned closer, his eyes flickering from Alaric’s lips back up to his eyes. “Tell me, what kind of vampire am I?”
“Cold and calculating, the kind who isn’t afraid to use what he is as a weapon.”
“Yeah,” Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling, “I wasn’t always this way.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You would,” Damon nodded as he stood up biting into his bottom lip. “Just like everyone else. Enjoy that drink Mr. Saltzman, not many humans have the pleasure of saying they survived a drink with Damon Salvatore, even with a pretty ring.”