LOST IN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES |DS [DISCONTINUED]

Blood,lust and truth

Chapter 6
Blood,lust and truth

"All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm."

(Enjoy the Silence by Anberlin - Depeche Mode Cover)

Damon smirked but there wasn't humor in his voice this time. "I'm at the sizzler. I had the buffet. Where's my ring?"

"I don't have it. Where are you? What have you done?" Stefan sounded more and more upset. Damon, on the other hand, was in a cold fury.

"No, what have you done?" Damon replied, his voice like ice. He couldn't stop thinking about Claire, bleeding and pale, cold and completely immobile, because of him, because she came for him, to free him. It was a miracle he was able to stop. It was a miracle she wasn't dead. "You're the one that locked me in the basement and starved me, so whatever I've done, whoever I've sucked dry is on you, buddy."

"You're being careless. How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh?"

Damon almost snarled at Stefan's words, getting impatient. "I know how to cover my tracks, Stefan. Where's my ring?"

"I gave it to Zach to hide." Stefan replied calmly. "Probably shouldn't have killed him."

Damon snorted in derision. "Ah... you almost got me." Then in a low voice that belied his rage, he asked again, "Where is it? Stefan, I'm losing my patience."

Stefan sighed, finally relating. "I'll get it back, but I need time."

"What, did you FedEx it to Rome?! Where is it? I want my ring, Stefan, or my next stop's Elena's."

"I already want you dead. Don't give me another reason to make it happen."

Damon clenched his fists at that. "Don't give me another reason to rip you apart. Trust me, I have plenty."

"Yeah? Is that gonna be before or after you get your ring back?"

"Just get it." He said before hanging up.

He went to pour bourbon all over the girl's – Vicky was it? That blonde jock's sister? – body but just in that moment she woke up.

Damon looked at her curiously. "You just don't wanna die, do you?"

He shrugged, deciding he would bring a snack home after all. It would help him keep his strength and resist the temptation of biting Claire again. He had left her still unconscious in his room after giving her his blood. He just hoped it would be enough for her body to start healing itself and replenish the blood she had lost.

She could feel something warm that tasted like iron sliding down her throat. She coughed in protest and she heard a voice saying gently "Come on, drink it all..."

She struggled to open her eyes and saw a blurred figure hovering in front of her. She drunk without further protest, though confused about what was going on.

She knew she was lying on a comfortable surface, probably a bed. Sheets covered her, the silk feeling wonderful on her skin. She also noticed she wasn't wearing a shirt but she was in the two-piece she had worn for the car wash.

"Damon?" She asked weakly.

"Hey sleepyhead..." She saw him smile through her blurred vision, his blue eyes attracting her like a beacon. He was sitting next to her, watching her with a concerned face.