And the Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars - Supernatural/TheVampire Diaries - Gen - Part 1/3
Title: And the Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars
Author: Twisted_Slinky
Artist: Patriciatepes
Fandom: Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries (tv)
Rating: PG-13 (for violence and some language)
Warnings: Spoilers for Supernatural up to the beginning of season 8. Minor spoilers for The Vampire Diaries up to the beginning of season 4.
Summary: Once upon a time, a hunter found himself trapped in Purgatory. While there, he met a vampire, and together they hatched a plan of escape. The vampire's name? Damon Salvatore. Gen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or The Vampire Diaries. Written for fun, not profit. I also do not own the quote used as the title or at the beginning/ends of the parts; they come from the book Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak.
Notes: Written for an old prompt given to me at Wishlist_fic by the wonderful Roselani24 (Noelani618 at fanfiction.net )-you can thank her for this idea, and tell her how sorry I am that this is so late. Another thanks goes to my artist, Patriciatepes, who also served as my cheerleader. Obviously, this is AU for season 8, and there's a complete lack of Benny (even though I do like that vampirate).
Then
1989
Damon pulled away from the girl's neck, his eyes still rolled back in pleasure and his open mouth still relishing the lusty blood spilling over his lips-he'd swear on his black little soul that she tasted just like bubblegum, even if she did smell like bar smoke. She'd been humming along to Alice Cooper's new single, the one Damon could hear perfectly well through the brick wall of the dive at her back, and tapping her fishnet gloves over his hips to the rhythm of the drums until the very moment he'd sunk his teeth into her flesh-the lyrics were apparently lost on her. Even still, Damon did so enjoy setting a scene.
"God, I'm going to miss the eighties," he breathed, chuckling softly. "Not that I'll ever admit it."
His smirk grew when he heard the slight groan of a cautious footfall on the wooden pallet beside the dumpster. He turned, too quickly for a human eye to catch, and struck out. His open hand caught the man sneaking up behind him at the center of the chest, throwing him into the air, and his accompanying pistol slid across the damp floor of the alleyway, far from its owner.
"Can't a guy have a bit of fun in this town without being interrupted?" Damon asked, swiping the trail of red off his chin with the back of his fingers.
As if in answer, the girl he'd been feeding off of whimpered, sliding down the wall into a heap, her acid-washed denim skirt riding high in a tease and her crimped side-ponytail falling over her face. Damon frowned down at her with regret. He'd had a long night planned for the mallrat; she'd been exactly what he needed to take his mind off the fact that the bitch of a witch he was supposed to be hunting down was being more evasive than he'd expected.The downed man tried to take advantage of the distraction, but Damon gently kicked out, knocking the guy onto his back and pinning him there with the sole of his shoe.
"Son of a bitch," the man growled, struggling to reach the handle of the bowie knife in his jacket.
Damon gave the guy a quick look-over. He wasn't too old, mid-thirties maybe, but his face was set with grim lines and his eyes cold as murder. Multiple weapons, lack of surprise at meeting a monster: it took all of two seconds to deduce that he was a hunter.
"Perfect," Damon muttered, pouting.
The vampire swooped down, grabbing the man by the collar of his brown leather jacket and tossing him against the wall with a flick of his wrist. He was pressed against the hunter before the guy had a chance to move, holding a forearm tight against the man's throat and standing close enough to smell the bourbon still on his tongue.
Damon's bright blue eyes caught the man's, holding him in a compulsion. "Who are you, and how long have you been hunting me?"
The hunter's face lost some of its tension, his eyes transfixed and his voice dulled. "John Winchester. I wasn't hunting you," he said, in answer. His brow wrinkled slightly, confused that he couldn't stop the words. "I was leaving the bar after looking for information on a possible revenant in the area when I saw you attack the girl-I didn't think there were any vampires left."
Damon smirked at the alarmed expression on the man's face when he finished. "Revenant? Huh. I was wondering what was thinning the local herd." Before the hunter could begin spewing a litany of curses his way, Damon pressed his arm tighter, threatening to crush the offending windpipe. John gasped for air, but the vampire stayed in place.
"You put me in an interesting position, Johnny boy." Damon tilted his head to the side, weighing his options. "On the one hand, I'm really do enjoy snapping hunters in half. On the other, your kind tend to gossip like teenage girls. If I kill you, I'm guessing another hunter will appear, looking for the creature-feature…While that normally wouldn't be a problem, unfortunately I need to stay in this pit of a town a bit longer…I'm on a hunt myself, actually."
Damon eased up on the man, letting him take a breath, and then caught his eye once more, holding him under his sway. "You won't remember this conversation. You ran into the alley just in time to see the revenant attack my girlfriend. It tossed you around, but you saved us. It got away." He paused. "Oh, and Johnny? You've never seen a vampire."
Damon pushed away from John, his cocky grin quickly replaced by wide eyes and a shocked expression.
"Mister?" He reached out, shaking the hunter slightly. "Man, are you hurt? What was that thing?"
The dazed expression left John's face, and he rushed away from the wall, picking his weapon up off the ground and staring down the opening to the street in search of something that didn't exist. John cursed under his breath, then turned back to Damon and the girl at the other side of the alley. "She okay?"
Damon nodded. "It just nicked her-I'm going to drop her at the hospital. Are you alright, man?"
"You kids need to get back inside." His face hardened, obviously turning the words into an order. "Now."
The hunter gave them one last glance before moving at a near run back out of the alley. Damon watched him go, then gave a final, regretful look at his mallrat. She was moaning, grasping at her head-lucky for her, keeping an eye on his hunter problem was a bit more urgent than a midnight snack.
Damon silently climbed the side of the one-story building, crossing over the roof, so he could get a look at the front street, where the alley let out. Sure enough, John was crossing the blacktop at full speed toward a cherry black Impala that Damon couldn't help but admire.He pushed down the noise from the bar beneath his feet, tuning in on the sounds from the car.
"Dad?" The voice was tired and pitched-a child's.
Huh. Damon raised a brow. That was unexpected.
John answered the call, as breathless and gruff as he'd sounded in the alley. "Go back to sleep, Dean. Don't wake Sammy before we get to the motel."
Damon leaned down, curious to get a look through the back driver's side window. Sprawled in the shadows over the bench seat were two small forms covered with a blanket, the bigger of which was sitting upright, staring from the back of his father's head to the dark night outside.
"Great-they're reproducing."
Damon saw the glimmer of the kid's eye, and smirked, knowing he'd been spotted in the glow from the bar's sign, but the kid was obviously too tired to ask what a man was doing on the roof. Damon raised a hand, giving a cocky wave the boy didn't return.Damon didn't eat kids-too much trouble for too small a meal. And, more importantly, he didn't find it the least bit fun, unlike some of the more demented members of his species. Which meant the hunter, John Winchester, was having one lucky night, even if he didn't know it.
Which, on that note…Damon snorted as the car pulled away. "What kind of dick takes his kids monster hunting?"
He didn't receive an answer or look for one. Not right away, at least. Besides, he was too preoccupied with looking for a local witch, one who might have information on a certain tomb in his home town of Mystic Falls. Damon lept down off the side of the roof, back on the hunt.
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