Fic: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin 2/22

[turnonmyheels]

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be murder, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Through 1.2 Night of the Comet
Notes: Title taken from Placebo's Coming Home. I do not own these characters.
Thank you: ldthomps for the beta


He'd come home with one plan: get Katherine out of the tomb by any means necessary. If he snapped some necks, raped some virgins, debauched the town's favorite son, and destroyed the founding families in the meantime? That was merely bonus. Finding his boring, broody, baby brother making cow eyes over a watered-down, pale imitation of Katherine?

Priceless.

A quick thumb through the phone book and an evening in the Mystic Grill, and Damon's able to see all the pieces of the puzzle start slotting into place. Most of the names are the same and - surprise, surprise - so are the occupations. Damon signals for another bourbon and relaxes, letting the people of Mystic Falls unknowingly fill him in on the minutiae of their lives.

Forbes is the Sheriff, with a lovely young daughter that oozes desperation from every perfect curl and insipid smile. Sheriff Junior is nearly as fully tuned in to the room as he is, eyes darting this way and that; she's observing the dynamics, but mostly aching to see if anyone is paying attention to her. He catches Caroline looking at him and raises his bourbon ever so slightly. Her cheeks pink and she preens, gaze flitting around hoping against hope that someone, anyone noticed him noticing her.

Pathetic.

And wonderfully convenient. Compulsion free seduction is the easiest.

She's sitting with one of the Bennett witches, no doubt the youngest of the line that remained in Mystic Falls. Little Emily and Katherine Jr., two peas in a historical pod. Keeping Caroline close, but not close enough to know their secrets. He doesn't need to listen in on the girls' conversation to see that Caroline loves Katherine-lite and the littlest witch almost as much as she hates them. They lie and evade when she wants to know what's going on. Caroline's perfect posture turns rigid and more brittle with each equivocation. The other girls don't notice, giving him yet another wedge to pry the three of them apart. Damon swirls his bourbon, enjoying the tink, tink, tink of the ice against the glass. The witch is scared of her power, he can see it in the hunched line of her shoulders and the curtain of hair she keeps hiding behind. Hears what she doesn't say when she rolls her eyes and calls her Grams crazy. Even with her fear and doubt he knows she won't be as easy as Caroline; witches never are. It's what makes them so much fun.

The girls move the conversation to other, more boring topics. He gives Caroline a slow smile when she chances another glance in his direction. She looks down, then slowly back up at him, then tilts her head ever so slightly toward the door. He loves her brazenness and rewards her with a wink and a nod. He'll have three fingers in her cunt and his fangs in her femoral in under an hour.

The rest of the town's so-called powers are here: the lone remaining Fell is at the bar watching a taped news-cast of himself on the TV; Damon represents the Salvatores; and Stefan's newest love - what's left of the Gilberts. Mayor Lockwood and wife are holding court at the center table, paying little attention to the ball of fury and confusion they call a son.

The son - Tyler - only has eyes for the blond boy playing pool with him. Damon's looking forward to getting his hands on them. He'll take his time, haunting them with dreams of one other; ratcheting up the intensity bit by bit, gradually including himself and maybe Caroline later on. Dreams they'll wake up from panting, hips thrusting desperately into the mattress, come drying even as they can't help but grind into the sticky mess. He'll string them out, fuel their tempers and lust, then when their hormones are boiling over and they're about to come to blows, he'll come between them, then come between them, with them, in them. And maybe, if their blood is as sweet as the anticipation of the hunt, he'll give them Caroline.

Caroline, who's heading out the door. Damon throws back his bourbon, tosses a twenty on the table and follows. It's time to start the hunt.

Part 3

Comments

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

I can't believe you're writing Vampire Diaries fic. I'm so jealous that you're writing though. Good for you.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

LOL. Do you watch? At first I couldn't help myself. Then I genuinely fell in love with it.

Dude. I signed up for the Vampire Diaries big bang. I am the dorkiest dork of dorkdom.

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

I don't. I might over the summer, we'll see. I've actually been watching Lost on the ABC site. I'm about halfway through s3. I watched originally til middle of season 2 and then I quit because I was so annoyed. Stoney told me it lost her then too, but later got good again, so I'm mainlining it all now that it's over and I don't have to wait between eps. It's my relaxer before bed lately instead of reading. But anyway... while rewatching I was reminded of how pretty Ian Somerholder is and thought I might have to watch his new show just to drool over him.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

I've got all the episodes but -- I think 6 -- uploaded onto our megaupload. I re-upped the subscription on that when it ran out.

Sally, he's so PRETTY. And snarky. And MEAN.

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

If he gets to be snarky and mean, then I'll have to watch it. I'm so pathetic and shallow. *g*

Thanks for re-upping the subscription. You're awesome.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

eh, I figure I use it as much or more as you do, might as well contribute to the cause.

HE'S SO SNARKY. And has the best pop culture references.

I'm easy like that, ya know?

[sassangel.livejournal.com]

I'm really loving these. I do love an asshole...not sure what that says about me. Wow, the ways that sentence can be taken out of context.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

HAHA I'll take it in the spirit it was given.

[kadymae.livejournal.com]

The son - Tyler - only has eyes for the blond boy playing pool with him. Damon's looking forward to getting his hands on them. He'll take his time, haunting them with dreams of one other; ratcheting up the intensity bit by bit, gradually including himself and maybe Caroline later on. Dreams they'll wake up from panting, hips thrusting desperately into the mattress, come drying even as they can't help but grind into the sticky mess. He'll string them out, fuel their tempers and lust, then when their hormones are boiling over and they're about to come to blows, he'll come between them, then come between them, with them, in them. And maybe, if their blood is as sweet as the anticipation of the hunt, he'll give them Caroline.

That's just so evil hot nasty wrong.

Please keep it coming.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

::beams::

I'll do my best.

[eternal-moonie.livejournal.com]

Totally AWESOME Second part!! Cannot wait to read what happens next!

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

Glad you're enjoying!

[savoytruffle.livejournal.com]

I like the way you're taking us through Damon's thinking and his understanding of people and their vulnerabilities, motivations and relationships.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

:-)

[pleasebekidding.livejournal.com]

'... Three fingers in her cunt and his fangs in her femoral'
THIS.

This is totally awesome. I'm going to read all of these immediately.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

:-)

thank you