prodigalsavior: ([Rebekah] Alcohol makes it better)
Every now and then, the constriction of the village tightened around him until he wanted to throw something through a wall. It wasn't often--for the most part he'd learned to be content in his three years here--but when it happened, it was like a restless burning he couldn't shake.

He was a vampire, a predator. Once upon a time, he'd been death lurking in the shadows. He took what he wanted. He didn't ask for permission.

And now...well, on several levels, yes, he had everything he wanted. People weren't happy about it, but so far no matter how badly he acted, no matter how far he pushed against the boundaries, no one snapped back. He didn't know what to make of that. Shouldn't they be snapping back? Shouldn't someone be drawing lines?

Granted, he was all ready to rip through the lines already drawn, as well as someone's throat. He remembered the last real taste of fear he'd had, the night he and Rebekah had hunted those girls through the club, and he shivered just a bit. Biting his lower lip, he sent her a message.

My room. Now. I have a plan.
prodigalsavior: ([Elijah] Right kind of wrong)
After Rebekah's reaction to Klaus's presence, Damon had been even more determined to make certain to get some time with both her and Elijah. He got the message to Elijah, his room, after closing. Elijah's room was something he wasn't quite ready for, uncertainty of just how a morning after meeting in the kitchen would go, and really not wanting to find out until things...something.

He didn't know.

He just knew that he wasn't ready to give up what was really just supposed to be a one time thing.

He'd told the Original siblings that he needed to close up a few things, and to meet him back at his room. Rushing back, he'd made sure of a few things--stocked on blood bags; actual candles lit because, well, it was sort of a Valentine's Day recreation in some ways; lacing some wine with blood.

With a bit of a smirk to himself, he sent a message to let them know everything was ready, then poured himself some of the wine and waited for them to arrive.
prodigalsavior: (Lips to neck)
[Continued from here.]

Elijah groaned at the roll of her hips against him, pressing up against her again. She was warm and wet against him and the only thing in the world he wanted was to bury himself inside of her. Her nails only heightened that, sending shivers over his skin.

Damon watched them both and shifted closer, kneeling next to them. His fingers lifted Rebekah's hair out of the way as he pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear, nibbling a bit before murmuring, "An excellent idea. Do we want to tease him a bit, or should you shift just a bit..." His fingers found the inside of her knee and trailed upward toward her core, the backs of his nails dragging along Elijah's side in turn. "And start this off with a bang?"
prodigalsavior: (Come again?)
1. Having met Selene.
2. Stefan disappeared long enough for Elena to get lonely.
3. Bonnie asked to remember that night. I suppose I came off looking well enough.
4. Darling Giselle.
5. The pretty little wizard didn't have his wand with him.
6. Hotel lockdowns.
7. Stefan loosening the stick up his ass a bit.
8. Discovering an interest in genetics.
9. Carnivals.
10. The prospect of a very interesting new year...
prodigalsavior: ([Bonnie] Paired)
Damon was having a particularly interesting weekend. The being locked in had ended up being far more fortuitous than he could have imagined. Elena's giving in without any threats or coercion, his new little playmate, sleeping all curled up in his bed for the moment tired from exertion and loss of blood. The fact that Stefan had left was something he was ignoring after his one message to the girls and the one conversation with Selene. However he felt about it, he wasn't going to dwell. He was losing himself in blood and sensation instead, which seemed far better than the leash he'd been keeping himself on before.

He paused outside of Elena's door, fingers sliding around the doorknob, ready to push it open, before his gaze flicked across the hall. He was feeling invincible, and that led to one thought. She wasn't a child anymore. She'd grown a great deal over the past year. Matt wasn't here to get in the way. And he'd been wondering what she tasted like since she'd offered that lovely white throat.

Smirking, he changed direction, moving to Bonnie's door, listening for a few moments to the sounds that told him she was inside, then knocked softly.
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