Her From Another World

~70. Slightly Unhinged~

In the deserted street, as the wind blew ominously two shadows flashed by, their actions fierce as they tried to take each other's life. An annoyed sigh resounded in the night before one of them had their heads cut off, the winner of the night watching as the body and head rolled down expressionlessly.

Damon for the hundredth time for the night wondered how this became his life. Obviously, he followed Eva and the rest to New Orleans to have some fun meanwhile helping the Mikaelsons deal with some problems occasionally.

But the job now seemed less than pleasant as he was forced to clean up unruly vampires since a certain hybrid was busy coaxing a three hundred years old child.

True, the little witch who had died days ago had left an empty hole in the vampire, very sad. But he did not know the girl so Damon for the life of him could not find it in him to care.

And the vampires in this city were annoying along with the nasty witches who always seemed to have something up their sleeves.

This was the seventh vampire he had to kill on that night.

It had all gone wrong in the morning when Klaus thought it was a good idea to declare sovereignty over the city. But, unsurprisingly the newborn vampires who had been following along Marcel had refused to listen. And with Marcel being MIA for most of the day it was difficult to control the rebels.

Hence, after failing to solve the problem civilly, the group of vampires' deaths was declared and Damon did not feel even a bit of remorse on behalf of the idiots as they had had the stupid idea to stage a coup with the witches. Just what they'd needed at the moment.

Thanks to Blondie's newest lover boy the vampires were found before they could do anything.

Speaking of the blushing idiot, his Eva seemed to be disgustingly fond of him, which not only he but even Stefan, Klaus, and Elijah found irritating, especially adding the gloating look on the idiot's eyes.

But Caroline seemed to enjoy the scene more than anyone liked and Damon had an inkling of an idea that maybe there was something they did not know.

At this thought, he sighed his body flashing to end another unfortunate vampire's life.

Thinking about it, when had they ever known anything completely around Eva?

Just as Damon was about to carry on with his inner monologue of annoyance and irritation he found himself suddenly sent across air slamming into the wall covered in vampire blood he'd just moments ago reaped the lives of.

"Fucking hell..." He groaned as he struggled to straighten up and look towards the bastard who attacked him, only to scream in pain as the familiar pain only caused by magic assaulted his brain.

"Witch..." He spat before he fell flat on his face on the ground, his vision swimming.

"Now aren't you a handsome one?" The female voice was the last thing Damon heard before his world turned black.

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Eva sat on the couch her legs propped up as she munched on her favorite chips a thoughtful expression on her face. Her red-nailed fingers popped one chip after chip into her mouth, the pink dress she wore rode up to her upper thighs as her eyes rested on her pink booted feet.

And this was the site which Klaus and Stefan were graced with as they entered Eva's room.

They both subconsciously gulped staring at her mesmerizing visage desire stirring within them as baser instincts threatened to take hold. They tried to tamper themselves down, but just then Eva still lost in her won world, licked her finger savoring the taste of her beloved food, the action snapping anything close to self-control they'd somehow mustered up.