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Who: Damon Salvatore + OTA (but he's going to attack people who annoys him, just so you know)
Where: around mansion
When: 24th of July - 30th of July
Rating: PG-13 at least
Summary: Elena disappeared. Damon is a mess.
The Story:



Damon cannot find Elena anywhere. Never mind that the last time he saw her she was defending the asshole that tried to kill him. She is nowhere in the mansion at all, and Damon searches each and every single corner for her, busting down doors, looking for her wherever he can look as he drinks from multiple bottles of bourbon. He always has one in hand as he darts around the mansion, shoving down doors, rough housing people who might know where Elena's at. No one has satisfying answers.

He's dangerous.

He's angry.

He's not to be messed with at the moment, tearing down the hallways, flipping over shelves and anything that happens to be in his way in his anger, in his sheer frustration

and refusal to accept. He leaves a path of destruction wherever he goes, broken tables, holes in walls, a path of destruction left behind him. Broken doors and broken walls.

Damon doesn't give a fuck.

Comments

What could go wrong?

[ttlynotabloodmage]

The crash is what catches Jowan's attention first, the sound of something being overturned in the next room and while a part of him thinks maybe he should be leaving instead of heading towards it, head towards it he does.

In his mind he's half expecting to see some horrible Wonderland creature, something dangerous that would make him regret this choice, but instead there's Damon overturning furniture and looking, well... angry. It makes him wonder if he shouldn't leave the other man - vampire - alone. But Damon is a friend even if he doesn't think so and Jowan clears his throat before he ventures closer.

"Damon? Is... Is everything all right?"

absolutely nothing :D >>

[eyething]

Damon whirls on the voice, turning abruptly. Ordinarily, he might have been able to handle this marginally better, but the last time that Damon saw Elena was right when her trainer or friend or whatever the hell decided trying to randomly kill Damon would have a positive, productive result. The next thing he knows Elena is gone like that in thin air when he's already in a heightened state of someone should die.

"Great. Peachy."

He zooms over in Jowan's direction likely... too close for comfort because what are boundaries?

"I love living in a mansion, which can just take someone away out of thin air. I love being nearly staked. I love it all so much I thought the place needed a makeover."

He gestures back to the destruction behind him. Sarcasm drips.

[ttlynotabloodmage]

It's hard not to jump when Damon moves that close that quickly and even if Jowan assures himself that Damon wouldn't hurt him, he still leans away a little, arms drawing just a little closer to his body defensively.

But the anger and frustration in Damon's words at least he can understand more, can realise that it's not really directed at him, and as Jowan glances back past Damon at the destruction he's been causing, he can remember as well that... well. Anders did tell him that the mansion repaired itself? And the wardrobes can make seemingly anything too, so Damon isn't really causing any lasting harm this way.

So when he looks back at the other man, he's still a little hesitant but hopeful. "...did you want some help? I could start some fires or cover things in ice or something?" And remembering as well how he'd felt after everything with Lily, he cautiously offers: "Or we could see how much alcohol we can get from the wardrobes?"

hahaha i apologize

[eyething]

Damon smiles when Jowan leans away, when his arms draw closer to his body in defense. He recognizes that. Predator versus prey for a moment even if Damon isn't intending on hurting Jowan. He relates to him, which isn't... always a good thing with Damon especially given just how very much he hates himself.

"Why do you insist on helping a monster?" Because that is what Damon is at the end of the day. He's a monster. They went over that. He drinks blood to survive. He could easily try to drink Jowan's right now. He can hear the man's heart beating, thumping.

His pulse is like an echo in the hallway, inside of Damon.

"I mean, what's the point really? Unlike you, I have embraced what I am. I don't try to restrain it, only to explode later like my brother." Damon shakes his head lightly, picking up some object or another from a nearby table, tossing it. It breaks. "Ah, Stefan. He always played it good, so good he only drank animal blood, and then the slightest whiff of human blood... he'd lose it. Heads would roll."

Literally.

I am sorry I took so long on this!

[ttlynotabloodmage]

Jowan looks up at Damon in surprise that that's his answer considering everything Jowan's told him about himself already, and maybe his heart is still racing a little from the noise and the proximity, but he still meets Damon's eyes easily.

"But you don't seem to want to hurt me," he points out earnestly. "You've tried to talk to me about what I think and why and you try to make me think about other options. That's why you're a friend to me. Most of the people I know are afraid of what I might do and keep an eye on me to make sure I'm not going to use blood magic or start summoning demons while they're not looking. But you haven't done anything like that."

Jowan reaches up absently to rub the back of his neck in a somewhat self-conscious gesture.

"Other people have locked me away my whole life or had me tortured for what I am and what they'd thought I'd done... You're one of the only people I've known who seemed to think that wasn't right. That maybe I shouldn't be afraid of what I am. Is it really that bad if I think you might be right?"

omg you're totally okay!

[eyething]

Damon stares at him at how earnestly he points everything out as if Damon has a nice bone in his body. He doesn't, and he knows that. His eyes are dark. Veins across his face. His teeth are sharp, moments away from vamping out to prove to Jowan exactly how much of a monster he is. He has killed the people he loves' family members in front of them. He has killed his own friends.

His hand darts out in an attempt to grab Jowan's arm.

He radiates danger until- until. There's that one word, one phrase. Tortured for what I am. It hits close to home in an abrupt way like someone has splashed water at him. A few decades ago in a small cage, endless 'experiments'-- He's tortured other people like it was nothing, and yet. He breathes in sharp, turning abruptly away from Jowan, releasing his arm as the darkness and the teeth start to go away. At the end of the day, he knows Elena will be coming back, and he will love her how ever she comes back and she will come back.

Otherwise he will kill everyone until someone finds a way to send him home or kill him over five times in retaliation. He shakes briefly, voice low.

"...no, it's not bad."

[goeth]

Oh.

That was...

That was Bonnie's coffee. Sigh.

"What the--" Curls whirl as Bonnie turns and ah, okay. Of course. "Damon, what the hell?"

When does a common phrase become a catch phrase?

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"Where's Elena?"

It's a question while completely ignoring the anger or surprise or the fact that he messed up her coffee because this is a Damon (all one track mind and violence and anger). It's a question, but it is also an answer to her question- catch phrase. Elena is missing. Her stuff is in her room, but he has no idea where she is. He's been looking for awhile, and yes, he knows this probably means she was sent back to Mystic Falls. It doesn't calm him down a lot, because he has some inkling of what she will go through (and a larger sense of dread that their future is a whole lot worse than any of them can imagine.

Call it a hunch).

[goeth]

As thoughtless as he is, Bonnie lets the ice water rush through her spine and it's a fraction of a second before she's moving.

Past Damon, down the hall where she'd intended to go anyway, and into the door of the magic studies room. If Damon follows, he'll find the room empty but for Bonnie. Her bag strewn across the floor, Bonnie kneels aside it.

"Damon, come on!" Get in here and help her unfold this GIANT map of the mansion.

[eyething]

Damon follows after her as soon as she starts to move. If there's anything he can count on, it's that Bonnie will react with the same intensity, the same worry, the same rush to action as he will when Elena is potentially in danger. He doesn't trust Klaus for a moment is the thing. Maybe this is Elena truly being sent home temporarily. Maybe this is the case of a far too old vampire getting his claws on her again.

He promised himself- He promised she would never get hurt like that again. He put her in the hospital while he wasn't around to stop it.

Damon steps in the rest of the way, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the giant whatever the hell it is, but he's reaching to unfold it too... and staring. "...what-" He makes a face of confusion because he has no idea what the hell this even is for a good thirty seconds. "Who taught you how to draw a map? A four year old with a short attention span and a crayon?"

[goeth]

She pauses to offer Damon her are you serious right now look, but she also then takes the bait and huffs.

"Do you know how big this place is? Keep unfolding."

Her words snap atop the crinkle and crunch of paper that just. Keeps. Unfolding. Seriously, Bonnie, the hallways should not be twice as wide as the kitchen. She really is the worst. She leaves the rest of the unfolding to Damon, and crab walks to the nearest spate of drawers to find the next ingredient.

"Besides, it doesn't need to be perfect. It's ... symbolic, mostly."

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Damon narrows his gaze at that look she sends him, but he makes a face even as he listens, continuing to unfold. He knows she's the one with the magic. "No, I haven't been to every corner of it... like you clearly have." And he's not complaining. He evens sounds mildly impressed especially given how useful this is. She's the one that can tell them because of this in no uncertain terms whether or not Elena is still in Wonderland anywhere.

It's the difference between thinking she's been taken by Klaus (whatever the hell people might say about the future, about how those goals have changed which is hard to imagine when the ancient vampire has been wanting this for so damn long). He still looks wholly unimpressed by the map, but he sits forward.

"Crack down on this symbolism then, squiggly, uneven lines and all. Tell me what you need."

Legit anything... he's desperate and made a huge mess.

[lifeskills]

Victor's picked the wrong time to do some reading in a tea room, that much is apparent when Damon bursts in with a bottle in hand, looking for all the world like a raven-haired storm cloud about to unleash its wrath.

This is one of those moments when the prey sits still and wonders if the predator will stomp past without noticing he's there.

[eyething]

The problem is Damon is looking carefully despite the fact he's acting like a tornado, leaving a path of destruction behind him wherever the hell he goes as if turning over every chair and table will lead to him finding Elena any faster. There are a multitude of reasons why he's reacting this way. It starts at the knowledge that Klaus is here in the mansion. It moves on to the knowledge that somewhere in the future Klaus leaves them alone, leaves his precious doppleganger alone (and Damon can only think of a couple of terrible reasons for that), and if she's been sent home, it means she could experience it for herself. He wouldn't know. There's so much he hasn't lived yet, and it frustrates him. It nearly destroys him now that she's not here, and he can't do anything.

It doesn't help that he was nearly killed by a slayer for no apparent reason moments before Elena was taken out of thin air.

His gaze narrows as it lands on Victor in a corner (one of the people who Elena is closest to, someone Damon knows very little about since he doubts fiction is entirely accurate given Twilight says vampires sparkle), and he zooms over to him, vamp speed and all. There's no trying to hide what he is at the moment. He doesn't care about that. "Where's Elena?" /Batman voice

[lifeskills]

It's rare to see a fit of temper like this in a grown man unless they're Caliban, and that's not a pleasant association by any stretch. The book goes forgotten as Elena's companion begins tossing aside everything not nailed down with careless abandon.

He should really... go. The self-preservation instinct twinging in the back of his mind and making him stiffen in his seat informs him that would be the prudent course of action.

Except he doesn't quite get that far. He barely has time to think the thought before their stares lock and suddenly Damon is right there, skipping the distance with inhuman speed. It's not the strangest thing Victor's witnessed in Wonderland, but the unexpectedness of it has him looking at Damon with alarm like he's afraid the other's about to flip the chair over with him still in it.

"I haven't seen her today." Much to his eternal remorse, he's used to being loomed over with the promise of being shaken like a rag doll if he doesn't speak quickly, so he doesn't stumble over his answer too badly.

[eyething]

Damon is fast. If he tried to go at this point, he would catch up. He is aware that this is revealing more of himself than he would ordinarily. In Wonderland, he has tried to reveal more often that he is a vampire (like Angel apparently has) to facilitate a certain level of 'trust' and gain allies (It's not the same reason Angel tells, but pfft).

"When did you last see her?"

His voice is sharp.

He considers using compulsion, wonders if Elena wouldn't have protected him already from it since she is so close to him.

Would she have started him on it when Damon arrived or when Klaus did? He tries to tell himself it doesn't matter (what the answer is. he's a monster, she's learned that about him, he's shown her when he's been at his worst, at his most hurt as if that's ever an excuse for the terrible shit he has done. to her. to others.)

[lifeskills]

Supernatural creatures of all kinds have proven themselves to be nothing good in his world or Elena's by her own reckoning, so it's with the unease of having one too near him that Victor presses back into his chair, a meager attempt to keep distance between them.

Damon's unnatural abilities thankfully don't scatter his wits and prevent him from finding his voice. He's able to get out, "Two days ago" with only a minor quaver to betray him.

His sense is that if he doesn't answer, Damon will get it out of him one way or the other. Anger and urgency flare in his eyes like a fever.

"Why? What's happened?"

[eyething]

Damon's gaze drifts over Victor, and his eyes are all danger and barely contained anger. He can tell Victor understands that he is not to be messed with. He seems to understand that Damon is to be feared (and that's what Damon wants, isn't it?

He's a monster. He's fangs and blood and violence. It's easier being the bad guy.)

He hears the truth in the words, the minor quaver which tells him that Victor is aware of the danger in this situation.

Good, he thinks.

"She's missing." As if that somehow gives him the right to behave the way that he does (it doesn't, but no one can expect more of a monster).

[deathlessness]

Freya makes her way out of her room when she hears the sound of furniture breaking no far from here. It's not that she's particularly attached to the fixtures of Wonderland, but given that her room has been broken into in the past, she's not taking any chances. When she sees that Damon is the one responsible, she relaxes some, but she's still watching him closely.

"Feel better?"

She assumes that there's some kind of problem afoot.

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"Peachy," Damon says with a grimace that clearly shows he is not feeling remotely better at all at this point. He darts over her way, certain she's used to vampire speed. Of course, he's radiating danger at the moment, reckless, uncaring about how a witch might respond to the whole of his countenance.

"...Where's Elena?"

Has she seen her?

Has her brother seen her?

[deathlessness]

Freya's eyes narrow at his question, the amusement leaving her features as she tries to determine whether or not Damon is accusing her of something. His anger has her on edge and while she doesn't fear him, necessarily, that doesn't mean she's going to be any less cautious with her answer.

"I haven't seen her."

[eyething]

It's really annoying when people aren't afraid of him. They're supposed to be, but he knows that Freya is a very old witch, and witches can kick his ass/kill him in a moment's notice. Not that it's ever stopped Damon from being Damon. Not that he's ever really cared about being hurt or being killed. He's too reckless. He's too much like a bomb gone off when lit. When he's hurt, he hurts back even when it makes no sense, because he's a monster.

"When was the last time that you did?"

[deathlessness]

"Shortly before my brother arrived?"

Vaguely. She doesn't spend much time with Elena as a rule - more with Bonnie - but she's been neglecting most of her friendships in terms of getting her brother settled in an unmurderous fashion.

"You do realize that people disappear from Wonderland all the time."

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