nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

damon salvatore

TW: mentions of sa

MONDAY:

"Up and at em'!" I shout, slapping Elias awake. He scrambles off of the couch, clutching his heart. I grin at him. "God, will you just calm down? I said we could go search for Blake later today, not at the crack of dawn." He mutters, pushing me away. I cross my arms. "But I'm bored, and I'm impatient, and I want to just leave already," I complain.

Late last night, Elias and I went on the internet and searched up, "Blake guy with rose pin and business suit, black hair and blue eyes, Damon Salvatore" and found nothing. Well, when we took off the Damon Salvatore part, then we did find a few searches. When we looked through the pictures, we concluded that this hot guy who sidled up next to me was not a middle-aged man with a messy divorce court, a hot mistress, and a poodle who looks like it's been living in Beverly Hills. The poodle could be Beverly Hills if it wanted to.

However, when we got more specific with locations and details, we found three guys who seemed similar to Blake that nearly fit the description. We planned out our plan, which involved us wearing pitch-black outfits, to go and search for Blake. It could take a day, maybe even more, considering that some of these guys are about an hour's drive.

The problem was, was that I didn't know what to do when we actually found Blake. Obviously, we can't demand him to turn himself in to the police, but we can bait him into a place. Somewhere where police can catch him. I glance at the dining table as Elias sits up. "Did Niki get the mail yet?" I ask, and Elias grumbles. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Whatever, the results come in a few days anyway." I sigh, and I plop down next to Elias. He glances at me before sighing, running a hand through his messed-up hair. "We should go to the guy who lives next to a lake first. He seems classy, rich, and probably smart enough to be a businessman." I decide, and Elias gets up, rubbing his eyes. "Sure, sure, just let me get ready."

While Elias trudges upstairs to brush his teeth, I sit on the couch, wondering what to do after the first guy. The second one lives in a massive mansion on the side of a mountain, and the drive there takes about an hour. We could put him off towards the end, or we could just drive over after the first guy.

The third, and final guy, lives pretty close. He lives in a townhouse close to a business building, so I wouldn't be surprised if that's where he works. All of the guys work at some sort of business company, so they have something in common. Well, except their looks. Elias walks downstairs with a less grouchy face, and I spring up, handing him a bread roll from the kitchen. He takes it suspiciously as I lean against the couch's back.

"So, do we have our first victim- I mean, suspect?" I ask, and Elias nods, finishing his roll. "We're starting with lake house guy." I nod, and I slip on my shoes, getting ready. Before I open the front door, Elias blocks me. He stares at me for a while, and I start to fidget. "What? Is something wrong?" I ask, and Elias sighs, before glancing away. "I just... I don't want something to happen to you when we go over there. I want to make sure you're one hundred percent comfortable with this."

I smile slightly and pat Elias' shoulder. "Aw, Papa Bear is worried for me? Don't worry Smokey the bear, I got this." I move past him, and Elias' hand shoots out and grabs my arm. I turn, watching as he narrows his eyes. "I'm serious y/n." I tug my arm free, starting to feel a bit anxious. "I'll be fine, Eli. If something happens to me, tell Niki that she can take my books, but she can't sell them, because I may or may not have written some... uh, well, concerning notes on a few particular scenes, if you know what I mean."

Elias stares me at before shaking his head. I open the front door and head to his car, opening the door and getting inside. Elias gets inside as well, and turns on the engine, sighing before backing out. As we drive, the GPS keeps on giving us the wrong directions. It's gotten to the point where I've started to get annoyed, and Elias has started to grumble.