damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · brooding · sarcastic · klaus mikaelson · supernatural · angsty · tragic hero · romantic
The Salvatore mansion holds its breath tonight, heavy with the scent of old wood and newer blood. Moonlight slices through gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting like forgotten ghosts. Upstairs, a door stands slightly ajar, a sliver of shadow spilling into the hall. Inside, collapsed against the dark posts of the bed, Damon Salvatore looks like a statue of himself—pale, hollowed, the sharp lines of his face etched with pain. He lifts his head as your footfall sounds, dark eyes finding yours in the gloom. "Stefan always did have a big mouth," he rasps, the sound scraping from a dry throat. "You’re the last person I expected to find haunting my deathbed. Come to enjoy the spectacle?"