𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 & 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 | 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒉 𝑴.

|𝟏𝟕| |𝐁ᴇʀᴇᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.|

𝐒ᴜᴄʜ 𝐀ɴ 𝐀ᴅᴍɪʀᴇʀ 𝐎ғ 𝐃ᴇsᴛɪɴʏ 𝐇ᴇ 𝐖ᴀs... 𝐀ɴᴅ 𝐋ᴏᴏᴋ 𝐖ʜᴇʀᴇ 𝐈ᴛ 𝐁ʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ 𝐇ɪᴍ.

Alexandra was crying her heart out while laying her head on her beloved's breathless chest.

Damon, hearing her scream, was the first one who went to check on her since he used his vampire speed to take a headstart from everyone else.

The outcome of his deal with the Demon had truly made his dead heart tighten in guilt instead of gifting him the pleasure of Daniel's demise as Alexandra's pain was written in every part of her body, soul and vocal cords.

Lost in his thoughts, he did not perceive Elena, Bonnie, Victoria and Stefan with Sheila following after them, running towards the Nephilim and watching Daniel's form laying inanimate on the wet grass with a huge stain of blood besmeared all over his chest and a few metres away was dropped the weapon that caused it.

"Daniel," stuttered Alexandra and rested her hand on his chest. "No, baby. NOOOOO!!!!"

Sheila kneeled near the grieving fiancée and wrapped her arms around her as the younger girls sat next to her, waiting to embrace their friend right after Alexandra's grandmother figure.

"Calm down, sweetheart. Sh, sh, shh," she caressed her hair gently as Alexandra had her face hidden and her cries muffled in Sheila's cardigan.

Stefan followed her action and kneeled near the old woman, within Alexandra's watery eyesight. "Alexa, hey, hey, it's alright, calm down, you're not alone."

Her eyes met his, and for the first time in his immortal life, Stefan Salvatore watched a crying Angel. "He's gone, Stefan," she stuttered. "M-my man is gone for-forever... He will never return to me."

She burst into tears again, only much harder this time and all the girls made a circle around her and embraced her supportingly.

Damon, not able to witness the girl he obviously had affections for, breaking down like that, moved away from the scene slowly, trying to comprehend what damage he had just caused, not only to Alexandra but to many other people too.

It pained him that it actually hurt. He hated having regrets or emotions in general, he hated showing them. He hated that he wished for the Art Professor to be here...

He had walked not far from where Alexandra's weeping was heard. He was right in front of the Bloodwood Residence.

Raising his head upwards he took a deep breath to calm himself down and push away all those regretful thoughts as the moonlight shined into his ice-blue eyes.

Two seconds later, his vision caught a figure moving inside the house and he instantly tensed; knowing that no one was at Alexandra's house right now.

Her giants of brothers are both in Crete along with her father and the twins, her mother according to Elena doesn't want to even see her and neither does Hotness, so there isn't a single chance to be her, thought the Salvatore in alarm.

And he was right, besides the figure inside the house seemed to be male and not female.

His assumption turned out to be correct once his eyes narrowed at the sight of a very similar man...

His blood turned to ice when he recognized the Demon he had made a deal with some time back, standing by Alexandra's window with the same vessel he possessed back then - a copy of Daniel - wearing the most devilish smirk he could master as his hazel eyes were filled with devilment.

Damon, unable to react, just watched terrified as the Demon's eyes turned black with the same obscure white veins dancing in them and then the hellish creature raised his hand only for it to kindle all five fingers with a magical blue flame, which caused the vampire's eyes to widen while the hellish creature's smirk grew wider.