❝I'M INSANE BUT I'M YOUR BABY❞
In which a 1000-year-old vampire is kinda batshit insane but it's okay because she really does mean well.
{the vampire diaries middle of s1-?}
{Damon Salvatore x 𝑓𝑒𝑚!oc}
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Primrose blinked against the sunlight streaming into the room, her senses overwhelmed by the brightness after so many years in darkness. She slowly sat up, the softness of the bed beneath her a stark contrast to the cold, hard ground of the tomb she had been confined to for over a century. Her fingers brushed the linen sheets, savoring the feeling of freedom she had long been denied.
A note on the nightstand caught her eye.
I drew you a bath, and there's a surprise waiting for you in the closet. Come downstairs when you're done. - Damon
Primrose's heart fluttered at the familiar handwriting. Damon. He had come for her, just as she always knew he would. Her lips curved into a smile as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and made her way to the bathroom.
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"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Damon said, a playful smirk on his lips as Primrose descended the stairs.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. After all this time, he was exactly as she remembered. With a drink in one hand, Damon held out the other, helping her down the last few steps.
"You look beautiful," he said, his gaze raking over her appreciatively. "How do you feel?"
"Refreshed," she replied, her smile widening. "I knew you'd come for me."
"God, I missed you," he murmured, pulling her into a deep kiss. "I got you something. Kind of a welcome home present."
"I love presents," Primrose said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"I know," Damon grinned, turning her around to reveal three college girls standing in his living room.
The girls stood silent and still, compelled by Damon not to speak or move.
Primrose gasped softly, turning back to Damon with a look of pure delight. "For me?" she asked, a hint of wickedness in her voice.
"Well, you need to get your strength up," Damon said, turning on the radio, the sound of rock music blaring from the speakers. "Who says you can't have a little fun doing it?"
Primrose's smile widened as she approached one of the girls. "Isn't he just the best?" she said before sinking her fangs into the girl's neck.
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Later, Stefan walked in to find the music blasting, the house filled with an air of wild abandon.
Damon and Primrose were dancing, a girl in between them as Primrose drank from her neck and Damon sipped whiskey from a bottle in his hand. Two other girls danced nearby, all of them clad only in their underwear.
As the lights flicked on, Primrose pulled away from the girl, turning to Stefan with a smile, blood dripping down her chin.
"No. Buzzkill Bob," Damon groaned as Stefan switched off the music.
