Parker's Legacy | Damon Salvatore, Malachai Parker

06

CHAPTER SIX
SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

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NOTHING SOUNDED BETTER than the engine's purr, filling the air as the vintage convertible sped down the winding, moonlit roads of the Prison World. Damon really loved his convertible and thank goodness for it being in the 1994 Prison World. He gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the path ahead, his determination mirrored in the set of his jaw. Beside him, Henrique sat in the passenger seat, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety coursing through him.

In the back seat, Kai sprawled out, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of their mission. The tension between the three of them had momentarily simmered, replaced by a shared sense of purpose: retrieving their father's elusive spell book, the key to stabilising the unraveling Prison World.

Kai groaned in boredom as he sat up from the backseat, eyeing Damon in the rear view mirror. "Damon, don't you have any mixtape? It's too quiet in here."

Sighing, Damon put on a random mixtape that he had found in the front compartment and popped it into the stereo of the convertible. He pressed the play button, cueing "I'll Make Love To You" by Boyz II Men.

As the sultry melody of "I'll Make Love To You" filled the car's interior, an unexpected tension hung in the air. The lyrics seemed oddly out of place in the current situation, but no one dared to break the silence that followed.

Henrique glanced at Damon, his cerulean eyes meeting the vampire's briefly, both of them sharing an unspoken understanding of the absurdity of the moment. It was as if the universe had a twisted sense of humor, choosing this particular song for their journey.

Kai, on the other hand, seemed to find the situation amusing. He leaned back in his seat, a sly grin on his face as he quipped. "Well, this is awkward. Great song choice, 1994 Damon."

Damon rolled his eyes, focusing on the road ahead as if the song's lyrics were nothing more than background noise. Henrique, on the other hand, couldn't help but chuckle softly at the absurdity of it all. He leaned back in his seat, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Could this journey get any weirder?" Henrique mused, his gaze fixed on the sunlit road unfolding before them.

Kai leaned forward, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, I'm sure it can. Just wait until we get to the creepy graveyard where our dear old father's grimoire is hidden. I hear it's guarded by all sorts of supernatural nasties."

Damon's grip on the steering wheel tightened at the mention of the graveyard. The thought of facing supernatural guardians to retrieve their father's spell book was far from appealing. However, he knew they had no choice but to press on.

"What supernatural nasties?" Damon asked.

Kai laughed. "I'm just kidding. Probably just spells."

Henrique and Damon exchanged an eye roll, clearly sick of the witch's antics. The convertible continued its journey through the winding roads, the haunting melody of the song serving as an unlikely soundtrack to their mission. As they ventured deeper into the Prison World, the sense of uncertainty grew, but so did their determination to set things right and stabilize the unraveling reality.

With each passing mile, they drew closer to their destination, unaware of the challenges and dangers that awaited them in the sunlit graveyard ahead.