prodigalsavior | Broken hearts find your way / Make it through just this day (For Rebekah)

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Broken hearts find your way / Make it through just this day (For Rebekah)

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Well, that needed to not happen again, Damon thought to himself as he moved through the city, blending with the crowd and shadows. The bright lights were all around, but that just kept even more people's attention off of him. There were too many other things to look at.

He'd forgotten how easy it was to hunt in the city, and he had to wonder why the hell he'd ever left. It wasn't for anything...god. It seemed so long ago. Thinking he'd be the one to free Katherine. That she'd love him forever, that they'd hunt the night and lord it over everyone else, just the two of them.

That he wouldn't be alone, haunted only by the girl who'd been taken and the brother who'd damned him.

Fuck, but what was that saying? The more things changed...

A girl bumped into him, and apologized before thinking she could slip past him. Damon's hand slipped out and grabbed her arm, hard and fast. Before she could bother protesting, he had caught her gaze, compelled her to silence. Then slinging an arm around her, he guided her down the street, looking for a quiet place for a snack.

Maybe that would take his mind off the level of fucking horror these last few months. Or keep him from taking out his phone and sending a text for another night of...not aloneness.

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Amusingly enough, Rebekah wasn't that far from where he was now and she was trying to distract herself so she didn't call him and tell him to meet her somewhere again.

Getting involved with Damon Salvatore on any level was a foolish thing to do.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me....

That was a thought that she needed to remember and she was determined to hold onto it as she continued along down the street, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket as she considered what to do for the night. The city was big and there were plenty of people in it, plenty of interesting little playthings that she could find to keep herself amused for a little while. She could find someone tall, dark and handsome....no!

No. It was better if she chose someone else, perhaps someone blonde and more muscular. Maybe someone like Matt even though she didn't like to think about the quarterback either. Really, it was just better to forget all about all the Mystic Falls boys and just be done with them.

Then why was she still tempted to call Him? Of all people?

Like before, Damon caught sight of the gleam of her hair in the crowd. He didn't know why his gut twisted. There were thousands--hundreds of thousands, probably--of blonds in the City. There was nothing that said she wasn't some other blond girl.

Except most humans didn't move with that easy grace, even in a city of models, actresses and dancers. Not that he'd been watching her closely enough to know how she moved.

Except possibly he had.

"Fuck," he cursed softly, then again in his head. If the girl at his side heard that, probably so did the one ahead of him.

Yes, Rebekah heard him and she froze as she realized that he was somewhere close by.

Turning sharply, her eyes scanned over the crowd and her surroundings till she could pick him out, her eyes falling upon him as she scowled at the sight of him. Almost like he somehow offended her by being so close. Nevermind that he was across the street from her a few feet away. She was more concerned that somehow, in this very large city filled with people, they had bumped into each other again.

Then she zeroed in on the girl at his side, her eyes narrowing in annoyance before she looked away, clearly torn on what to do. Part of her wanted to go over but another part of her just wanted to walk away. To be the better person and just leave before he had a chance to draw her in and fool her again.

But even as she told herself not to, she crossed the street quickly, walking towards him with a strange sense of purpose.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded then.

Damon tightened his grip on the girl, like Rebekah was coming after his prey. Or to put a barrier, however fragile, between them. He scowled at her demand, even as he froze, waiting for her to catch up.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he demanded in return.

Rebekah caught the way his grip tightened on his girl and she rolled her eyes. "Relax, I'm not going to take her from you." Though they both knew that she could if she really wanted to. Rebekah could be rather ruthless if she wanted to be.

"Being a pest." She decided then, her eyes narrowing. "What are you doing in this part of the city?" Why couldn't he just disappear and go somewhere where he wasn't being....tempting.

The girl looked a little bemused and started to say something. "Be quiet," Damon ordered, and she subsided again.

His attention fixed back on Rebekah. "Columbia, Barnard and Fordham all just came back for the fall," he answered with a shrug. What? College co-eds were easy prey, and while, yes, they ventured south for fun and shopping...they were thickest near the dorms.

Rebekah barely glanced at the girl as she remained focused on Damon. "I'm aware of that." She figured that was one of the reasons why Elijah had chosen the house where he lived now besides the fact that it was gorgeous and clearly one of the best parts of the city.

"I'm sure you could find girls somewhere else though." She pointed out with a look of distaste for the girl as though somehow she didn't measure up.

"I could," Damon agreed. Finding girls had never really been difficult for him. It was the keeping them. Not that there was anyone here he wanted to keep, he told himself firmly.

"But I like it here. If you're so uptight about it, you can go somewhere else."

The air seemed to crackle with heated energy as she took a daring step closer, closing the distance between them as he informed her that she could go somewhere else. "Excuse me?" She asked very softly, arching a brow at him as she tilted her head to the side.

"I am not uptight." She said it firmly then.

Damon let go of the girl to step and meet Rebekah. Reckless? Oh, hell, yes. He hadn't forgotten what she'd done or that she could rip him apart and not even mess up her hair. But he was never really one to back down from a challenge.

"Then why do you care where I hunt?"

But it was that reckless side of him that seemed to intrigue her. Very few people dared to go toe to toe with her, more lately it seemed, but he was one of the few who wouldn't flinch away in the end. And damn it if she didn't like that just a little bit.

Watching as he stepped closer, she also damned herself for the way her eyes flickered to his mouth before glancing up again to meet his eyes. "Because this is our area of the city."

Damon didn't miss the flicker of her gaze; didn't miss, either, the way his own pulse seemed to pick up as he got closer to her--and not really from fear. What was self-preservation now, anyway? It wasn't like he had much to live for.

"I didn't see any signposts carved in trees," he countered.

"I could always carve it into you." Her voice dropped to an intimate whisper despite the thread in her tone.

There was a flicker of something in his eyes. He remembered, all too well, what she could do to him. But he didn't back down. "We all managed to hunt in a tiny little town together for months," he said, instead, reasonably. "But heaven forbid I...what? Cross midtown?"

She studied him for a moment before shrugging as she crossed her arms over her chest, snorting. "Fine, go ahead and hang around then. I'm sure my brothers would be happy to see you."

She smirked then. "I'm sure Kol still has a bat around somewhere." Yes, she had heard all about Kol taking a bat to Damon.

Damon smirked, quick, but a bit brittle. "I'd have thought better of you than calling them to your rescue."

"To my rescue?" She snorted faintly. "From what?"

Honestly, though, it was better that he thought that as she didn't want him thinking that she cared about what happened to him.

Damon watched her for a minute then went against his better judgment to reach out and trace a fingertip down her cheek.

"Whatever you're afraid of happening if I cross over from the wrong side of the tracks," he said quietly.

The simple touch caused her pulse to leap just a little and, for a second, she looked lost and vulnerable, affected by him, until she leaned away from his touch.

"I'm not scared of anything." She meant for her words to have bite but they came out too softly to be true.

He let her go when she retreated, though he didn't step away, just watched her.

"As you say." He glanced over at the girl, who was standing obediently. "Shall I just take her and go, then?"

And he would. He would just take the girl and go...and that bugged Rebekah for some reason.

Without looking too closely at why, she shook her head. "No, just bring her along." She instructed, nodding in the direction she had been going as she made the decision that Damon and his pet would be following her. "I'm going to a club nearby." in other words, she was going hunting.

Damon arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering through his eyes, but he didn't protest. He really should...just leave. There was no intelligent reason to stay, but here he was, even so.

He shot the girl a glance. "Come along. We're going dancing."

The girl looked a little confused--she'd been going somewhere else, and wasn't sure what she'd wandered in to--but she found herself nodding as she moved to join them.

Tucking her hands into the pockets of her knee length jacket, Rebekah started to walk again, pleased that he was going to follow as he instructed his girl to come along too.

"It's a dark club, very...intimate." She smirked at him then though she meant more that there were plenty of dark shadows and corners where they could feed as they wished.

Damon fell into step beside her, leaving the girl to trail behind them. His lips curved in a bit of a smirk.

"I don't know. You, me, dark corners. Sounds dangerous..."

"Being alone with you at all is dangerous." She countered without really thinking of what she was saying. Almost immediately she wished she could take it back though, not wanting him to know that he affected her that way even though he already knew.

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