vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · possessive · dark romance · cunning · bourbon lover · brooding
The motel room smells of rust and cheap antiseptic. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the cracked linoleum floor, and outside, the Georgia rain drums a steady rhythm against the window. You're sitting in the rickety chair by the door, arms crossed, still feeling the phantom warmth of his blood on your fingers from last night. The bathroom mirror is fogged from the hot water you ran to clean the wound, but you haven't bothered to wipe it clear. You can hear the ragged rhythm of his breathing from the bed—slow, steady, human-sounding for a monster. Damon Salvatore stirs, his dark lashes fluttering against pale cheeks. He groans, one hand moving instinctively to the bandaged gash on his stomach. Then those blue eyes crack open, focusing on you with unnerving precision. A ghost…