BLUE BANISTERS ➥ Damon Salvatore

TWENTY ◦ Nowhere Fast

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WITH THE SUN NOW SAFELY BELOW THE HORIZON, Damon turned away from the window and approached me with a reassuring smile. "We can leave soon, Lana. I found a quiet little outlook I'd like to take you to." My curiosity piqued, I nodded eagerly, ready for a change of scenery and the opportunity to explore this new city. Together, we made our way outside, careful to avoid the lingering twilight that still held a faint hint of the sun's fading glow. As we walked toward the hillside outlook, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sights and sounds of Louisiana at night. The town's vibrancy had transformed into a different kind of beauty, one that shimmered with the lights and the energy of the nightlife.

We stepped out of the wagon car and took a moment to admire the view from the hillside, the lights of Louisiana stretching out before us like a sea of stars. The night was filled with a sense of serenity, and the air held the promise of a new beginning. I turned to Damon, a smile playing on my lips. "This view is absolutely gorgeous, Damon. It's as if the world is starting anew."

Damon's eyes, always mesmerizing, were fixed on me. His expression softened, and he reached for the bottle of champagne and a baguette that we had brought. As he poured the sparkling liquid into the glasses, he echoed my sentiment, "It's a beautiful night, Lana."

I held my glass up, a glimmer of hope in my eyes, and offered a heartfelt toast, "To our resilience, Damon, and to the journey that brought us together."

As our glasses clinked together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the twists and turns that life had thrown our way. Otherwise I wouldn't be here having the night of my life while traveling with Damon Salvatore. One of Mystic Falls' most mysterious men.

As I set down my drink, my attention still on Damon, I felt his gentle touch on my face. His hand cupped my cheek, and before I could fully register what was happening, his lips met mine in a gentle, quick kiss. Shock rippled through me, but it was a pleasant surprise. I found myself leaning into the kiss, my heart beating a little faster. It was an unexpected but welcome move, a moment that left me both surprised and strangely content.

When our lips finally parted, I looked into Damon's eyes, and I saw a hint of vulnerability there. It was as if he had bared a part of himself in that simple, unspoken gesture. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and I didn't need words to convey my appreciation. But Damon's words soon brought me back to reality. "There's more to why I brought you out here," he said with a cryptic smile.

After our shared moment at the overlook, Damon gently guided me back into the horse-driven carriage. The night was filled with a sense of intimacy and the promise of new beginnings. As we continued our ride, the clip-clop of the horses' hooves echoed through the night, carrying us up the hill. The view was marvelous despite it being pitch black outside. At the top, we came upon a rustic wooden shack, its presence shrouded in darkness and mystery.

"What's here?" I asked, my voice filled with caution.

Damon didn't immediately answer, his eyes fixed on the shack as if it held a secret he was eager to reveal. Damon led me into the rustic wooden shack, and as we entered, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and wonder. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with an otherworldly energy, and I knew that we had stumbled upon something significant. Before us stood a woman with platinum blonde hair and striking gray eyes. She exuded an air of caution as she greeted us. "Welcome," she purred. "My name is Katya, but you already know that, don't you?"

I exchanged a cautious nod with the woman, my curiosity piqued by her presence. I had heard whispers of witches and their mystical abilities, and I couldn't help but wonder if this woman held the key to our quest for daylight rings. Damon stepped forward, his tone respectful yet determined. "We've been searching for someone who can help us with a certain matter. We heard you might be the one we're looking for."