In a time when Damon is in dire need of help with saving basic vampire rights, he awakens the only person he knows that can help him resolve the mess he's made.
Damon x Female OC
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LANA'S EYES FLUTTERED OPEN AS THE FIRST RAYS OF MORNING SUNLIGHT FILTERED THROUGH HER TATTERED, SHEER CURTAINS. In the corner of her room where a single ray of light was casting a soft, warm glow, was a glass vase filled with partially decaying flowers. She stretched languidly, savoring the brief moments of tranquility that accompanied the dawn, however, her mind raced with possibilities as to how the hell those flowers were still so well preserved.
Altogether, something was amiss. Lana's farmhouse was eerily quiet. The crunching of leaves from the animals outside, and the usual birdsongs that seeped through her window were silenced. Her brow furrowed with unease as she sat up, throwing off her disheveled sheets. "Odd," she mumbled to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She slid her smooth legs out of bed, the cool hardwood floor sending a shiver up her spine. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded towards the bedroom door, which stood ajar. As she pushed it open, the silence deepened, pressing against her ears. She tiptoed down the narrow hallway, passing framed photographs and memories of happier times. A feeling of foreboding grew with each step. And then, she reached the living room. Her heart constricted in her chest, and her breath caught in her throat. There, in the dimly lit room, stood a man.
He was tall and casually dressed in dark clothing, the fabric appearing as though it absorbed the scarce light rather than reflecting it. His eyes, as blue as the Arctic tundra, locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. His skin was tanned, and his lips were a shade of crimson that seemed too vibrant to be natural.
Lana's head began to spin as she gazed at a man she physically felt physically ill to look at, yet she didn't even know his name. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with fear. "Who...who are you? How did you get in here?" she stammered, her voice quivering. After being resurrected from the dead, Lana had every reason to watch her back, especially when it came to brooding vampires with a drinking problem.
The man didn't answer immediately, and a slow, predatory smile curled on his lips. His eyes glowed with an eerie hunger as he took a step closer. Lana's heart pounded in her chest as she searched for an escape route, but it felt like her farmhouse had transformed into a labyrinth, trapping her. "You can call me Damon," he finally replied, his voice smooth and velvety, sending shivers down Lana's spine. "And as for how I got in, well, let's just say I have my ways." He extended a hand toward her, revealing a youthful hand adorned with a protruding silver ring.
Lana's breath hitched as she realized the daylight ring. An image of the one she once had flashed behind her eyelids, reminding her of the questions she still needed answers to. She knew neither of her siblings had access to a daylight ring, let alone a witch.
Her mind raced, trying to process the idea that this man might be the very being that brought her back to life. She backed away, her eyes darting around for anything that might aid her in this dire situation. But as she stumbled further into the room, Damon seemed to glide closer, effortlessly closing the gap between them. Lana's fear was eclipsed by her curiosity. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, and finally managed to muster the courage to speak to the enigmatic vampire before her. "I don't understand. How did you find me? Why are you here?"
