(closed) try to kill it all away but i remember everything

[miseternity]

Who: Damon Salvatore (miseternity) and Illyria (noworldleft)
What: Damon attacks Illyria and leaves her bleeding. :)
When: Friday, July 15th, 2011
Where: in the garden
Rating: PG-13 for violence

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[noworldleft]

Illyria didn't adjust to the castle as much as she grew to hate it with time. Wesley didn't pay any attention to her -- not as much as she liked, anyway, and the rest of the residents were boring and useless. Even the ones who managed to please her, like Spike and Tamaki.

But the plants didn't change. Even though she couldn't hear their song anymore, she could appreciate their silence. That's why it was so jarring to hear someone else start walking through. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise, eyes narrowing into a glare as the approaching figure started to look more and more like who she thought it was. That insolent half-breed who thought he could toss her around like she was nothing. Pond scum. Not even worth addressing.

[miseternity]

The blue hair had a way of standing out against the dull outer stone of the castle garden. Damon caught sight of her quickly, and there was a studious edge to the way he looked at her, scrutinizing. If he noticed the disgust in her own expression, he didn't seem to take it into consideration. Instead, he walked over to her briskly, purposefully.

"If it isn't my favorite primordial god," his tone had an edge to it, even though he tried to keep it snide and mocking. There was a roughness that couldn't be smoothed over, even by Damon's silver tongue. He cornered her by stepping into the path in front of her, hands tucked securely in his pockets even as he leans in. "Busy?"

[noworldleft]

She was as immune to the mocking tone in his voice as he was to her disgust. "Bleat at me no more, half-breed," she replied, sneer still set firmly in place. Even him attacking her before couldn't kill the extreme amount of arrogance she felt toward everyone in the world. It had been long enough that she had been able to mentally write off what had happened that day as some kind of fluke.

"We're done." On that note, she turned to start walking away from him.

[miseternity]

Oh, no. He was done with women walking away from him. Damon didn't bother to hide the way his smarm washed away into blatant frustration as he used superspeed to immediately move in front of her, between her and her path. His hands wrapped around her shoulders, gripping tightly as he jerked her to a stop.

"No. We're not. We're just starting. Because you, little god girl, are going to dig down deep in all that infinite wisdom and tell me what it is I'm supposed to do to get this to stop." There was something vulnerable that cracked through his expression and his grip on her shoulders tightened.

"I just want it to stop. I saved her. I was the good guy, kept her alive. What else am I supposed to do? If I've lost so much humanity," the way Stefan had been pushing it, it was clear, had finally broken through and gotten to him with the fresh wounds Lana had left, "then why does it hurt like this?"