𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒?
𝒢𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹!
𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝓎~
𝒜𝓂 𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?
A girl is reborn into a new body after a rather gruesome death.
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The next few days went along swimmingly. Kara had intrigued Damon enough for his attention to go to her instead of Caroline. Even though the blonde had aired all Savannah's dirty laundry she still didn't deserve to go through what she did on the show.
As promised, Kara had let Damon feed on her as long as he asked. She stated that he would not be allowed to feed from her directly but she would bleed into a cup. He agreed with an eye roll but they got along more and more as the days went by.
She kept to herself most of the time and kept the attention away from her, not interacting with anyone at school unless she had to. All went well until Damon killed Tanner in a fit of rage toward his brother. The older Salvatore left the school and showed up at Kara's hotel room covered in blood.
While the girl is apathetic to the people of this town, she feels slight sympathy for Damon. She remembers distinctly that Stefan pushed him too far while knowing that the man was unstable.
Damon had become her friend in such little time and she won't stand for the emotional abuse that the brothers give to each other.
"Come on, D. Sit." She pointed to the toilet seat. He rolled his eyes but sat down as he watched the tanned girl wet a washcloth. She gently wiped the blood off of his face and gave him one of her oversized hoodies to borrow.
Both raven-haired orphans plopped down on the hotel mattress and sighed. "Are you okay?" She asked after a few moments of silence. He stared at the ceiling unblinkingly. "Do you want to kill people? We can kill some people!" She asked with a small smile. "...I've got a gun and some knives... And a really cool knife that I'll have to show you sometime...or if you're not in the killing mood we could burn down a bridge or something?" she offers as his head slowly turns to her.
"I killed your history teacher," Damon said lowly, staring deep into her eyes. She only shrugs. "I didn't do Monday's homework anyway." His eyes showed annoyance and disbelief. "I killed your history teacher, and all you are worried about is how you won't have to turn in homework?"
"Yep. Kill whoever you want to Damon, I won't stop you... Unless I really like that person but that's highly unlikely because so far I hate everyone I've met."
"Do you hate me?" He whispers with a small frown. "Nope. You remind me a lot of my old best friend before he turned out to be a back-stabbing, head-bashing dickwad whom I would most likely kill if I ever met again."
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And that's how Damon ended up on Wickery Bridge with Savannah. He held 2 five gallon tanks full of gasoline as the girl splattered one jug all over the side and railings leading to the sign. "Why are we doing this again?" He asks as he begins to pour graphic drawings with the gas. "Arson is fun- for one, and two it is convenient for me. Plus gas prices are so good right now compared to when and where I came from." She says with a graceful shrug.
