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turnonmyheelsFandom: 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 death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part Sheriff Forbes
Spoilers: Through 1.8 162 Candles
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal For the beta.
Previous parts here
“I, of course, will do anything I can to help.”
Liz had a bad feeling about this. She hated involving the younger generation. She preferred to protect their innocence, keep them safe from the true history of the town. Bringing in a new member to replace one who had either died or retired always felt like it was too much too soon. Logan Fell was already working with the Council, she could remember him toddling around in diapers like it was yesterday; she didn’t want to involve anyone else. She shook her head ‘no’ at Damon. They were just kids in her eyes, too close to Caroline’s age. “I can’t ask you to get involved. It’s too dangerous.”
“I’m already involved, Liz.” He pointed to the box of vervain. “Zack said he didn’t know when he was coming back to town. Are you ready to be a man short?”
No, she wasn’t. Realistically they needed every able body they could get – they were already a man down with Gilbert absent. And now Zack leaving town put them at minus two. There had been Salvatores on the Council since the beginning and Damon already knew the truth. He wouldn’t need to be convinced it was true. He wouldn’t balk and tell them they were all insane, or think it was an elaborate practical joke, or any of the other myriad responses she’s seen to the “Hello, there’s more to being a founding family member than balls, parties, parades, and historic costumes” conversations she’d been witness to over the years.
Liz looked down at the small box she was holding on to way too tightly and forced her fingers to relax. She had been out of vervain for six days. She and Zack had had many conversations over the years pondering how long the herb would stay in your system, debated the pros and cons of wearing it verses ingesting it. Liz estimated she had been completely vulnerable to vampires for four days. She repressed a shudder as the idea crept up on her. Vulnerability was something she wouldn’t tolerate for herself (it was a long-standing Forbes family trait along with mule-headed stubbornness and a tendency toward melodrama) and fought tooth and nail to protect and shelter in others.
She stroked a loving finger along the edge of the box of vervain, mentally promising herself a nice stout cup of tea the second Damon left.
“Sheriff Forbes?”
Liz shook herself out of her reverie and smiled as sincerely as she could at Damon. “You’re right, of course; we need all the help we can get.”
“Tell me Liz, what can I do to help?”
Something cold and serpentine slithered through her mind, sliding through her inhibitions, loosening her tongue. “I-I-” She licked her lips and tried to stop the words, why was she trying to say this?
“Liz, you can trust me. You know you can. Tell me anything you want, I’m at your disposal.”
Something unlocked deep inside of her. She could trust Damon, she knew she could. “I’m so tired. And lonely.” Damon was on her side of the desk, kneeling at her feet. “I’m not ready to do this, but I have to protect this town and…and my daughter. She hates me you know.” He took her hands in his and she shivered at the touch. “No one ever touches me. Not like this.” She clutched his hands tightly in her own and then released one to wipe at a tear threatening to fall. “They always called me Lezzie Forbes in school.” A bitter helpless laugh escaped her. “My husband left me because he’s gay. And my daughter hates me for it; she says it’s all my fault.”
Then the tears began falling. She hadn’t cried since he’d left. She’d been building up her shell layer by layer, hardening her heart and thickening her skin. Refusing to let this beat her, but Damon asked her what she needed and she needed this. Needed to let it all out so she could concentrate on hunting the vampire that was threatening her town. Then she was weeping, there was no denying it. Liz knew she should be embarrassed and pull away when Damon wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into the tightest (and most awkward) embrace she’d ever felt, but she wasn’t. Relieved and gracious, but not embarrassed. She hugged him back and let it all out.
Later, much later -- when she was all cried out and Damon had produced a silk handkerchief for her to clean herself up with -- she laughed when he said in complete seriousness, “That wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Me neither.” Damon looked genuinely baffled and that only made her laugh harder. She felt like she was riding an emotional roller coaster and it was so much unlike her she couldn’t help but worry and wonder why of all the people in the world she had opened up to a virtual stranger.
She was glad she had though. Liz had a strong gut feeling about this; Damon was going to be a fantastic friend.
Part 9
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part Sheriff Forbes
Spoilers: Through 1.8 162 Candles
Thank you
moosesal For the beta. Previous parts here
“I, of course, will do anything I can to help.”
Liz had a bad feeling about this. She hated involving the younger generation. She preferred to protect their innocence, keep them safe from the true history of the town. Bringing in a new member to replace one who had either died or retired always felt like it was too much too soon. Logan Fell was already working with the Council, she could remember him toddling around in diapers like it was yesterday; she didn’t want to involve anyone else. She shook her head ‘no’ at Damon. They were just kids in her eyes, too close to Caroline’s age. “I can’t ask you to get involved. It’s too dangerous.”
“I’m already involved, Liz.” He pointed to the box of vervain. “Zack said he didn’t know when he was coming back to town. Are you ready to be a man short?”
No, she wasn’t. Realistically they needed every able body they could get – they were already a man down with Gilbert absent. And now Zack leaving town put them at minus two. There had been Salvatores on the Council since the beginning and Damon already knew the truth. He wouldn’t need to be convinced it was true. He wouldn’t balk and tell them they were all insane, or think it was an elaborate practical joke, or any of the other myriad responses she’s seen to the “Hello, there’s more to being a founding family member than balls, parties, parades, and historic costumes” conversations she’d been witness to over the years.
Liz looked down at the small box she was holding on to way too tightly and forced her fingers to relax. She had been out of vervain for six days. She and Zack had had many conversations over the years pondering how long the herb would stay in your system, debated the pros and cons of wearing it verses ingesting it. Liz estimated she had been completely vulnerable to vampires for four days. She repressed a shudder as the idea crept up on her. Vulnerability was something she wouldn’t tolerate for herself (it was a long-standing Forbes family trait along with mule-headed stubbornness and a tendency toward melodrama) and fought tooth and nail to protect and shelter in others.
She stroked a loving finger along the edge of the box of vervain, mentally promising herself a nice stout cup of tea the second Damon left.
“Sheriff Forbes?”
Liz shook herself out of her reverie and smiled as sincerely as she could at Damon. “You’re right, of course; we need all the help we can get.”
“Tell me Liz, what can I do to help?”
Something cold and serpentine slithered through her mind, sliding through her inhibitions, loosening her tongue. “I-I-” She licked her lips and tried to stop the words, why was she trying to say this?
“Liz, you can trust me. You know you can. Tell me anything you want, I’m at your disposal.”
Something unlocked deep inside of her. She could trust Damon, she knew she could. “I’m so tired. And lonely.” Damon was on her side of the desk, kneeling at her feet. “I’m not ready to do this, but I have to protect this town and…and my daughter. She hates me you know.” He took her hands in his and she shivered at the touch. “No one ever touches me. Not like this.” She clutched his hands tightly in her own and then released one to wipe at a tear threatening to fall. “They always called me Lezzie Forbes in school.” A bitter helpless laugh escaped her. “My husband left me because he’s gay. And my daughter hates me for it; she says it’s all my fault.”
Then the tears began falling. She hadn’t cried since he’d left. She’d been building up her shell layer by layer, hardening her heart and thickening her skin. Refusing to let this beat her, but Damon asked her what she needed and she needed this. Needed to let it all out so she could concentrate on hunting the vampire that was threatening her town. Then she was weeping, there was no denying it. Liz knew she should be embarrassed and pull away when Damon wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into the tightest (and most awkward) embrace she’d ever felt, but she wasn’t. Relieved and gracious, but not embarrassed. She hugged him back and let it all out.
Later, much later -- when she was all cried out and Damon had produced a silk handkerchief for her to clean herself up with -- she laughed when he said in complete seriousness, “That wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Me neither.” Damon looked genuinely baffled and that only made her laugh harder. She felt like she was riding an emotional roller coaster and it was so much unlike her she couldn’t help but worry and wonder why of all the people in the world she had opened up to a virtual stranger.
She was glad she had though. Liz had a strong gut feeling about this; Damon was going to be a fantastic friend.
Part 9
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