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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.
Spoilers: 1.17 Let the Right One In
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
“That was fun ... Oh, don't look at me like that. I know you hate me. Guess what -- everyone hates me, but you can't deny we were bad-ass." Alaric slams his drink, stands casually, and punches Damon in the mouth before shoving his hands in his pockets and calmly walking out of The Grill.
Damon straightens himself up and wipes his mouth. "Happens," Damon says shrugging it off to anyone who may have been paying attention -- it’s not like it actually hurt -- then drains his own glass. The ice cubes rattle when he sets the glass down with more force than he intended. “Add it to my tab,” Damon says to the bartender (another new bartender, they go through them so quickly) and follows Alaric out the door.
He stands on the sidewalk for a brief second looking first right and then left. Alaric didn’t go either way. Damon walks toward the street and sees a flash of dirty blond hair under a streetlight in the park. He smirks to himself and follows. Alaric cuts through the center of the park where there are fewer lights. “That ring makes you stupid,” Damon mutters under his breath and crosses the street.
Stalking an unkillable human through Mystic Falls sounds like the most fun he’s had in ages. It’s been a while since he used his skills -- he doesn’t want them to go rusty -- so he focuses all of his attention outward. It’s slow at first, but after the first bit of mist forms it gets easier. It spreads out in front of him, creeping along the ground until it reaches and outstrips his prey. Damon closes his eyes and reaches out with his mind, scanning the area until he finds a crow. He’s tried this trick with all sorts of animals and has had some small success with different ones, but his true affinity lies with birds, particularly those of the corvidae family.
A more scholarly vampire (Stefan) would be interested in the whys and other specifics but Damon has only ever cared that he could. He brings the crow under his influence. Strokes its mind a bit and tells it to caw, loudly, very loudly, and follow Alaric. At the first sound, Alaric startles and looks around. Damon allows the mist to float up, lifting off of the ground to swirl around Alaric’s ankles then higher to his knees.
The crow swoops down and Alaric ducks at the last second; the crow’s talons rake through his hair but don’t grab any. Alaric reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a stake. He looks around as the mist reaches waist height and continues on his way. Only this time, he’s jogging. The mist is thick now, thick enough you could hardly see your hand in front of your face, unless you’re Damon that is. He can see through it perfectly. Watches with hungry eyes as Alaric stumbles on a curb and falls. He catches himself with his hands before he can scrape his knees. He must have cut his hands somehow because Damon can smell fresh blood.
The crow caws again, continuously circling Alaric, swooping toward him then away. The mist rises higher, nearly as high as the trees, and Damon feels better, stronger, and more powerful than he has in weeks. He unleashes the power of his mind, rousing all of the birds within his range, waking them up, making them sing, call, and twitter. A few of them leave their nests and fly towards Alaric. Damon hears his heart rate jump and watches with satisfaction as Alaric swallows hard, assessing the situation, then takes off running. Adrenaline floods through Alaric’s body and Damon can taste it on the mist. He gives him a generous head start, letting him get nearly to the door of his house before Damon starts chasing after him.
He’s caught him in a second, forced him down onto the ground. His fangs have dropped and he’s going in for the bite when he feels wood pressed against his ribs. Alaric presses the stake harder and Damon feels it penetrate his skin. He releases his grip on Alaric, lets his fangs recede, and laughs. He stands up, pulls Alaric roughly to his feet and brushes him off.
“What did I tell you? We’re both bad-ass.” Alaric looks at him like he’s crazy. “Ric, I can call you Ric can’t I? We should team up, between my mist and birds and all your crazy weapons we could get rid of the tomb vamps easy. We should have a name though. How about … Team Bad Ass?”
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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, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.17 Let the Right One In
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
“That was fun ... Oh, don't look at me like that. I know you hate me. Guess what -- everyone hates me, but you can't deny we were bad-ass." Alaric slams his drink, stands casually, and punches Damon in the mouth before shoving his hands in his pockets and calmly walking out of The Grill.
Damon straightens himself up and wipes his mouth. "Happens," Damon says shrugging it off to anyone who may have been paying attention -- it’s not like it actually hurt -- then drains his own glass. The ice cubes rattle when he sets the glass down with more force than he intended. “Add it to my tab,” Damon says to the bartender (another new bartender, they go through them so quickly) and follows Alaric out the door.
He stands on the sidewalk for a brief second looking first right and then left. Alaric didn’t go either way. Damon walks toward the street and sees a flash of dirty blond hair under a streetlight in the park. He smirks to himself and follows. Alaric cuts through the center of the park where there are fewer lights. “That ring makes you stupid,” Damon mutters under his breath and crosses the street.
Stalking an unkillable human through Mystic Falls sounds like the most fun he’s had in ages. It’s been a while since he used his skills -- he doesn’t want them to go rusty -- so he focuses all of his attention outward. It’s slow at first, but after the first bit of mist forms it gets easier. It spreads out in front of him, creeping along the ground until it reaches and outstrips his prey. Damon closes his eyes and reaches out with his mind, scanning the area until he finds a crow. He’s tried this trick with all sorts of animals and has had some small success with different ones, but his true affinity lies with birds, particularly those of the corvidae family.
A more scholarly vampire (Stefan) would be interested in the whys and other specifics but Damon has only ever cared that he could. He brings the crow under his influence. Strokes its mind a bit and tells it to caw, loudly, very loudly, and follow Alaric. At the first sound, Alaric startles and looks around. Damon allows the mist to float up, lifting off of the ground to swirl around Alaric’s ankles then higher to his knees.
The crow swoops down and Alaric ducks at the last second; the crow’s talons rake through his hair but don’t grab any. Alaric reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a stake. He looks around as the mist reaches waist height and continues on his way. Only this time, he’s jogging. The mist is thick now, thick enough you could hardly see your hand in front of your face, unless you’re Damon that is. He can see through it perfectly. Watches with hungry eyes as Alaric stumbles on a curb and falls. He catches himself with his hands before he can scrape his knees. He must have cut his hands somehow because Damon can smell fresh blood.
The crow caws again, continuously circling Alaric, swooping toward him then away. The mist rises higher, nearly as high as the trees, and Damon feels better, stronger, and more powerful than he has in weeks. He unleashes the power of his mind, rousing all of the birds within his range, waking them up, making them sing, call, and twitter. A few of them leave their nests and fly towards Alaric. Damon hears his heart rate jump and watches with satisfaction as Alaric swallows hard, assessing the situation, then takes off running. Adrenaline floods through Alaric’s body and Damon can taste it on the mist. He gives him a generous head start, letting him get nearly to the door of his house before Damon starts chasing after him.
He’s caught him in a second, forced him down onto the ground. His fangs have dropped and he’s going in for the bite when he feels wood pressed against his ribs. Alaric presses the stake harder and Damon feels it penetrate his skin. He releases his grip on Alaric, lets his fangs recede, and laughs. He stands up, pulls Alaric roughly to his feet and brushes him off.
“What did I tell you? We’re both bad-ass.” Alaric looks at him like he’s crazy. “Ric, I can call you Ric can’t I? We should team up, between my mist and birds and all your crazy weapons we could get rid of the tomb vamps easy. We should have a name though. How about … Team Bad Ass?”
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