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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, incest, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part Stefan
Spoilers: Through 1.10 The Turning Point
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The steering wheel gives a little under Damon’s grip so he forces his hands to relax. He shouldn’t have taken the car in the first place. He’d have been better off running because a) it was faster and b) it would work off some of the impotent fury he has no way to express at whomever staked Logan Fell before Damon could find out the how, what, where, why, and most importantly who turned Logan in the first place.
He racks his brain sorting through every vampire he knows or has heard of. Who besides him even cares that there are twenty-seven vampires beneath that church? Who besides him could have as much at stake? It doesn’t make any sense. The steering column whines a bit under the force of his grip and Damon mentally curses himself again for driving. He loves this car too much to be careless with it. If he’d have run he would have been back at the boarding house, bags packed with a good start on Atlanta but no, he has to play human to keep his cover. It’s all so frustrating and annoying and a pain in his ass.
There’s something up ahead, a car overturned. If the car is overturned the people are most likely dying anyway. A literal free lunch that won’t raise suspicion from either Stefan or the Sheriff; finally, this night is looking up. He punches the accelerator, eager to drain the body before it’s already dead.
Except that it isn’t just any car, it’s Elena’s. Damon hears her screaming and drives faster.
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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, incest, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part Stefan
Spoilers: Through 1.10 The Turning Point
Thank you
moosesal For the beta. The steering wheel gives a little under Damon’s grip so he forces his hands to relax. He shouldn’t have taken the car in the first place. He’d have been better off running because a) it was faster and b) it would work off some of the impotent fury he has no way to express at whomever staked Logan Fell before Damon could find out the how, what, where, why, and most importantly who turned Logan in the first place.
He racks his brain sorting through every vampire he knows or has heard of. Who besides him even cares that there are twenty-seven vampires beneath that church? Who besides him could have as much at stake? It doesn’t make any sense. The steering column whines a bit under the force of his grip and Damon mentally curses himself again for driving. He loves this car too much to be careless with it. If he’d have run he would have been back at the boarding house, bags packed with a good start on Atlanta but no, he has to play human to keep his cover. It’s all so frustrating and annoying and a pain in his ass.
There’s something up ahead, a car overturned. If the car is overturned the people are most likely dying anyway. A literal free lunch that won’t raise suspicion from either Stefan or the Sheriff; finally, this night is looking up. He punches the accelerator, eager to drain the body before it’s already dead.
Except that it isn’t just any car, it’s Elena’s. Damon hears her screaming and drives faster.
Next Part
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Date: 2010-11-28 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 03:49 pm (UTC)I'm not sure yet if I will do season 2 -- if I do it will have a more human take to it since Damon changes so dramatically between the seasons.