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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Rebekah let the guy get in a little closer, knowing full well that he thought he was going to get laid tonight and that worked fine for her even though she had no plan on fulfilling that desire for him. Still, she would make him feel pretty damn good soon.

Leaning in as he whispered to her, she smiled as she could smell the blood beneath the skin, all too aware of how his heart was racing with anticipation which made her fangs ache with hunger. Turning her head, she nuzzled along his jaw, letting her lips brush over his skin as his hand landed lightly on her thigh.

Damon's glare could have killed the guy if glares could do that, but with Rebekah nuzzling and kissing, he didn't even notice.With a huff, Damon focused back on the girl, lips running across her jaw and she made a happy sound before he bit down. She tried to pull away, but his fingers found her jeans, her core, and teased over her while he drank, and she slipped into a far happier place.

Rebekah heard the noises and she turned her head ever so slightly to watch as Damon bit the girl. It didn't bother her at first, feeding was feeding, but then his hand was between her legs and the being fine feeling melted away into something dark and murderous.

Oh gods above, what did she even care?

Cursing him inside her head, she turned her attention back to the boy as he drew her closer, sensing he had lost her attention for a moment but now she almost didn't want to. Her mood was spoiling quickly and now she just wanted to hurt someone. When the guy actually whined at her, she slapped a hand over his mouth, meeting his gaze as she hissed. "Shut up and stay quiet." Any tension melted as he nodded slowly.

And he did stay quiet when she moved her mouth to his neck, biting him a bit harder than she might have planned but he wouldn't complain or care as she started to drink.

Damon just hadn't wanted her to struggle, but hadn't felt like compelling compliance, either. When he was done drinking, she was a little wobbly, but otherwise okay. He pulled his hand back, caught her chin and gave her a little smile as her gaze met his.

"You can go now. You never met me, and you don't know what happened to your neck, but it's all okay..."

She frowned a bit, but then nodded and slipped out of the booth to leave.

Damon shifted his gaze to Rebekah.

Rebekah just didn't want to deal with the guy pawing at her which was pretty much where it had been heading and she had felt like stopping it before it began. She drank till he was wobbly but it would be written off as him being drunker than he thought and then she let him go. Only for a second as she brushed her finger against one fang, drawing blood which she then dabbed onto the two bite marks on his neck.

"There. Now you can go away and forget me. All you remember is that you had fun tonight, got it?"

The guy nodded with a dreamy smile before slipping out and wandering back to his friends for a round of high fives. Rebekah settled back then, flagging down a waitress to order them a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Damon watched him go, vaguely amused, mostly just...unsure what to do now that they were alone again. Alcohol seemed a good plan, so he stayed where he was, head tilting a little as he studied Rebekah.

"That was very cautious of you..." Healing the guy's wounds. It hadn't really ever occurred to him, as evidence by the whole "OMG VAMPIRE ATTACKS" by the Council when he got back to town.

"It's just easier to avoid any possible issue later on." She replied with a bit of a shrug. "Sometimes it's best to avoid trouble." Maybe she was talking about feeding and maybe she wasn't.

"Though sometimes trouble is just too fun to ignore, isn't it?" She commented before focusing on the waitress with a nod when she brought them the bottle and two glasses.

Damon waited for the waitress to leave again, and then poured them both a drink. Studying her for a moment, he gave her a wry smile. "I've never been that good at staying out of trouble."

Understatement of the century. Hi, he'd gone toe to toe with Klaus, even, and invited Elijah to dinner plotting his murder. Neither of those had been very...smart things, and probably on an even level with whatever he was doing here.

"Clearly." The single word rolled off her tongue as she smirked at him, reaching to take the drink he had poured for her.

Settling back, she took a sip then, her eyes flickering over the club once more. There was a predator's glint there despite the fact she had already fed but that was probably because she still had the urge to hurt someone. It was a little unsettling, leaving her restless and on edge, and so she took another longer drink of the whiskey since she welcomed the burn.

Damon took a sip of his own drink, watching her instead of the crowd. Part of him was trying to figure out why he was here, part of him was just...watching her.

"Still restless?"

"Constantly." She replied without looking at him, almost troubled by her answer. "It never goes away. I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin at any moment if I don't do something. I just don't know what to do."

Damon still watched her, and frowned a little. He knew that feeling pretty well, and it made him twitchy to think they had more in common. "Just lately, or all your life?"

Rebekah considered it, frowning a little. "I think maybe that feeling has always been there but it's gotten worse lately."

"Welcome to the twenty-first century," Damon said, a bit wryly, but also completely responsive. "Even the humans are searching for something to make life meaningful these days."

It was harder for vampires. Hard for him, and he was just a fraction of her age.

"Do they ever find it?" She asked, arching a brow at him as though she expected him to somehow know that answer. "Do they find whatever they're looking for?"

Damon shrugged a little. "I don't know. I can't say I've really ever asked, but at least some of them seem to."

Rebekah fell quiet as she wondered if she should envy the people who had figured out their life purpose or joy. Had they actually found it though? or was it merely a delusion to make them content in life?

Sighing, she leaned against the table as she took another sip of her drink. "I'm bored."

He tilted his head, studying her. "What do you want to do?"

That she wanted him along, he took for granted.

Rebekah glanced towards the dance floor before looking back at him. "Let's dance till I decide."

Damon inclined his head with a bit of a smile, and slid out of the booth, offering her his hand. "As the lady wishes."

Rebekah told herself not to be affected by him and so she ignored whatever flutter she felt as he offered his hand to her. Reaching out, she slid her fingers over his, holding on as they walked out onto the dance floor.

Damon still didn't know why he was here, with her, but he pushed the wondering out of his mind and when they reached the dance floor, he pulled her close, both because of the crowd, and just to hold her close.

Besides, it seemed right for the song. That's what he told himself.

It really wasn't but Rebekah didn't mind as she slid into his arms, wrapping her own around him as they started to move together, their bodies brushing teasingly as they danced. The close contract wreaked havoc on her body and it was frustrating to her since she didn't want to be affected but she wasn't in a rush to pull away either. Maybe she could just pretend for a little while longer...

Edited 2012-09-13 01:53 (UTC)

Damon wrapped his arms around her loosely, settling his hands against her lower back. He was focusing on telling himself that she didn't fit against him just right--or that the way their bodies were moving reminded him of all the other ways they could move. His heartbeat sped up a little in reaction and he pulled her a little closer.

Rebekah let her eyes drift closed as she leaned in to rest her forehead lightly against his before shifting so their cheeks were pressed lightly together. They did fit well together, she had noticed that the night of the ball the first time they had danced together and later when they had spent their first night together. Even now she could remember that night; of how it had been hard to keep their hands off of each other once they decided to just give in to whatever attraction was between them.

It suddenly made her wary as she leaned back suddenly to look at him, her eyes dark. "Are you playing with me again?"

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