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[eyething]

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

[eyething]

Damon grins at Victor as he shoots to his feet so abruptly in his fear, because he's radiating that fear. Damon is a predator. It's in times like these when Damon's all monster that he loves people being afraid of him, because they should be. They should not believe he can be more. They shouldn't believe he is their friend, that he doesn't hear their blood pumping through their veins, that he couldn't tear their hearts out of their chest in a second without flinching, without caring because he's killed so many people.

What's one more?

"I do understand."

Yet still he was here prolonging this for longer than necessary. He's aware, and he doesn't care about that either. He tilts his head to the side then before he dashes off in the opposite direction.

No, there are no dead bodies left in his wake. Not this time.

[lifeskills]

Damon gets what he wants this time. Victor isn't seeing the curious, circumspect young man from the library, he's seeing the destruction the vampires from his own world have wrought. The blood. The pale misery. Malcolm's grief for a lost child. Vanessa's lifetime of fear.

And this is almost worse because those vampires hadn't had a choice in giving up their humanity. Damon does and he's making it--Victor thinks he's making it.

Surprisingly, those razor sharp fangs don't land in his throat in a drunken moment of vampiric temper. One ominous statement and a blink later, and the dark-haired man is blurring back out of the room, leaving the abused furniture the only real sign he'd been there, aside from the cold dread settled in Victor's stomach.

Staring blankly ahead, he lets out a slow, shaky breath. Elena has some explaining to do.