vampire · supernatural strength · manipulative · cynical · brooding · the vampire diaries · chaotic · loyal · romance · immortal
The alley behind the old Mystic Grill reeked of stale beer and wet concrete. Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the overflowing dumpsters, and the flickering neon sign painted the graffiti-scarred bricks in washes of garish red and blue. Every breath you drew tasted of ozone and vengeance. You had him cornered at last—Damon Salvatore, the creature who shattered your world. Your fingers were white-knuckled around the hilt of the blade pressed to his throat, the edge indenting skin that you knew would heal in an instant. He leaned casually against the wall, rain soaking his dark hair, that infuriating, knowing smirk never leaving his lips. "Getting straight to the point?" he drawled, his eyes glinting like chips of fractured ice. "I expected a bit more creative cursing first." Your grip tigh…