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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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.

He glanced at her sideways, head tilting a little. "Well, we're not completely alone," he said, half deflecting, half curious. Yes, he knew she wasn't immune to his presence, but it was hard to know just what he inspired in her.

It wasn't anything she wanted to admit or acknowledge, so she continued on without answering or adding to his comment of them not being completely alone. They hadn't been completely alone that time with Sage either but that was a memory that burned her as she remembered how he had used her. It was better to remember that was the only way he wanted her in the long run. He only wanted her to use her for something: either for information, for his own amusement or to forget something. There was nothing more that he wanted from her and that was a bitter pill to swallow but she pushed it away as they drew closer to the club.

The bouncer saw them coming and he straightened at the sight of Rebekah, stepping to the side as he motioned for her to enter with a smile as he ignored the complaints from the small line that had already formed. Rebekah smirked at the bouncer, giving him a little pat on the chest like she would to an adored pet as she sailed past into the dark confines of the club.

The question, for him, was what he wanted her for now. He told himself it was to forget, but, if anything, she just reminded him of all the things he wanted to forget. She was tied up in them, caught in the center, the crux. If he wanted to forget, he'd go traveling. Get out of America. Find somewhere far away to settle, preferably with a pretty boy who looked nothing like...anyone he knew.

But, instead, he followed her past the bouncer, reaching to tug his dinner in after him as they entered. He scanned the room, the dark not really a problem for him, gaze sharp and alert, but given he had dinner by the arm, it was mostly curious.

Unbuttoning her jacket, she slid it off to reveal the simple halter top that was anything but plain. The silk whispered against her skin, the neckline draped over a hint of cleavage and the open back showed off a large expanse of skin as she turned to give her jacket to someone at coat check. She wore the shirt over a pair of slim fitting jeans that she knew showed off the curve of her ass nicely and more than a few people checked her out as she turned back to Damon.

"Find a table? I'll be back shortly." She flashed him a smirk before slipping away, her movements graceful with a predator's edge to them. She had already spotted someone who caught her interest: a young man with sandy colored hair surrounded by some friends who all turned to watch Rebekah as she approached.

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Damon watched her--and her very nice ass--as she moved away, then reached for the girl's hand and hauled her across the club to a booth in the back. People were at it, and he smirked slightly. Leaning on the table he told them to get lost.

They did.

He slid into the circular booth, pulling the girl with him. With half an eye, he was looking at Rebekah, but he started nuzzling at the girl's neck, even as he watched her.

Rebekah could feel Damon's eyes on her as she interacted with the college frat boys, smirking as she flirted with them enough to catch their interest without being too forward or desperate seeking. She lured them in just enough so it would make compulsion easier though she focused in on only one of them for right now.

It wasn't long before she had his hand in her own and she was leading him to where Damon was sitting with his girl. Her eyes narrowed a bit at the sight of Damon nuzzling the girl's neck but then she simply turned that urge off as it was no business of hers what he was doing. Especially when he was feeding.

Sliding in, she drew the boy closer with a pleased smirk as he sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. it would make feeding easier.

Damon was aware of when she got there, and aware of the look, as well, but hi. He was feeding, not taking the girl home to shag her. And Rebekah was all...snuggling up with some insipid boy whose face he wanted to...

All right, focusing on the girl. He shot the other two a bit of a smile, then trailed fingertips up and down her neck, until she was shivering a bit against him, clearly not protesting anything he might want to do to her. That, he had to admit, was very nice.

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.

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