prodigalsavior | Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

Entry tags:

Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

They made it a ways before she looked back at him, huffing a little. "That did not help me to feel better."

Damon made a bit of a face. "Me either..."

"I wanted to snap her neck." She muttered moodily, pausing to face him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why?" he asked, with a tilt of his head, not admitting to having wanted to break the guy's hands for touching her.

"I don't know." It was a bit of a lie as she frowned, looking past him. "She was only food."

Damon reached toward her, tucking her hair back behind her ear. "Yes, she was. I didn't even get her name."

The slightest touch seemed to loosen something in her as her shoulders relaxed and she stepped closer to him. "I know." She murmured, leaning into him. "I'm in such a weird mood." She frowned.

He wrapped his arms loosely around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "This place can do that sometimes."

"Maybe it's because I wanted to kill her." She muttered, finally shifting to wrap her arms around him. "I want to be the only one touching you tonight." Well, except for Elijah since she would be fine with him touching Damon too.

Damon ducked his head to kiss her softly. "She's gone. No one else is here but me and you." His smile twitched, wry and dark. "I wanted to kill him, too."

Rebekah couldn't help but look intrigued, and pleased, by the idea. "Why is that?"

Shadows flickered across Damon's face. "He was touching you."

The admission caused her to smirk as she curled her fingers in his shirt, tugging him in for a searing but brief kiss till she leaned back to look at him. "I love you."

The words took him by surprise, a naming for a feeling he hadn't fully wrapped his mind around. Elena had used it as well, for Rebekah and Elijah, assuming he loved them, telling him, really, and surely only for such a thing would he risk Stefan's pain...but it still took him by surprise.

His hand came up to cradle her cheek, and he kissed her again. "I love you, too..." The words were quiet, rough, not ones he was used to admitting, to saying aloud, even now, to anyone.

Her features softened because she hadn't expected him to say the words back but she had hoped he would. That he felt what she felt or had been feeling for the last little while.

Sliding a hand up to his cheek, mirroring his actions, she kissed him back. Then, resting her forehead against his, she let out a little breath. "I wasn't going to tell you. I didn't want to make things more difficult...but I can't stop it. I won't stop how I feel."

He shook his head a little. "I don't want you to stop..." No matter if it complicated things, or made the inevitable loss that much crueler. "And I don't want to, either."

"Good, because I am rather selfish and I wouldn't have been able to stay silent for long." She smirked, teasing lightly before she leaned in to kiss him. It would make the loss of him that much worse when it came, as painful as losing her mother or someone else she loved, but it was better that he knew.

Damon's hands slid to cradle her jaw, and kissed her softly, then more deeply. He didn't want to think about losing her, about not having a chance to be with her for always. Sliding his hand to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

If she could, if there was a way, she would stay with him forever but there wasn't as far as she knew. So right now she threw herself into it, as it was her nature to do so, but somehow it felt like it meant more with him. More than even her love for Stefan at one point in her life.

Melting against him, she kissed him back, clinging gently as the kiss deepened further. All the rage and need to hurt felt like it was melting away suddenly as he continued to hold her.

He didn't particularly trust Cedric's little stories, so Damon wasn't inclined to float false hope. Besides...even if they could leave this place for a world not theirs...where would they go? And she had her family, and Elijah was devoted to Klaus in some way Damon hadn't fully fathomed. It was like him and Stefan, in some ways, but not, and...he pushed all those thoughts away, and held her tighter.

He didn't want to think, just wanted to hold her, to get the chance to love her for as long as he could.

She wasn't sure he would choose to come to her world if they had the choice, not if it meant leaving Elena and Stefan. There were so many things to be concerned about but she pushed them away in favor of this moment because she didn't want it ruined. She didn't want the shadows or the possibility of being separated to hurt him.

She just wanted to love him and leave it at that. So she slid her fingers into his hair, trying to pour every emotion that she felt into the kiss so he couldn't question just what it was that she felt for him. Just how much she needed him more than she had ever needed anything before. Only him and Elijah...

It almost hurt, all that emotion, feeling it and her and tasting what life could be like--no restrictions, no rules. They could own the night, command the shadows. Nothing could stand against or between them, given the chance--of that he was certain. It was so close to every dream he'd ever had that his fingers pulled even more tightly at her, as if he could make it real just by wanting.

But Rebekah knew that sometimes wanting wasn't enough. She had spent her entire lifetime wanting so much but she had never gotten it. Whether it was her own choice to throw something away or whether it had been stolen from her, she had never gotten what she wanted until she had a taste of it now. And now there would always be the threat of it, of him, being taken away from he too. If not by the village then by other forces inside the village.

She was unaware of the tears until she broke the kiss with a gasp, the emotion clogging her throat as she closed her eyes tightly and then dropped her face to his shoulder.

Damon wasn't certain exactly what prompted the tears, but his arms tightened their hold on her just that much more. One hand lifted to soothe through her hair, light, easy, trying to calm her down, to be there.

"Shhh...." he murmured into her hair. "It's all right, love. I'm right here..." For as long as fate would let him be.

She wasn't outright crying or sobbing, they were more silent tears as she leaned her head against his shoulder, allowing him to try and soothe her as she closed her eyes.

"I don't want to lose you." She murmured weakly.

Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject