Parker's Legacy | Damon Salvatore, Malachai Parker

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ROSEWOODS

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THE SENSATION OF blood coursing through one's veins is a triumph for a vampire — a meal, a delectable treat that ignites primal instincts and satisfies hunger like nothing else. It's the tantalising aroma, the warmth, and the promise of sustenance that lures them in, beckoning with irresistible allure.

As for Kai and Damon, they found themselves in a dimly lit alleyway, the flickering light of a distant streetlamp casting long shadows across the worn pavement. A cool breeze swept through the narrow passage, carrying with it the faint scent of garbage and decay.

In the shadows, a figure emerged — a lone stranger, his features obscured by darkness. His footsteps echoed softly against the damp ground as he approached, his presence sending a shiver down Kai's spine.

Damon's gaze flickered toward the stranger, his instincts on high alert. "Who's there?" He called out, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

The stranger paused, his silhouette hesitating in the darkness. "Just passing through," he replied, his tone cautious yet strangely calm.

Kai stepped forward, his senses tingling with anticipation. "You lost, buddy?" He asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

The stranger chuckled softly, the sound echoing off the alley walls. "Not at all," he replied cryptically. "Just looking for a bit of excitement."

Damon exchanged a knowing glance with Kai, his instincts screaming at him to be cautious. But curiosity got the better of them both as they approached the stranger, drawn in by the promise of the unknown.

"Well, you came to the right place," Kai replied with a smirk, his eyes glinting with anticipation. With a swift motion, he compelled the stranger to keep quiet, ensuring that their encounter remained a secret.

"You're going to stand still and not make a sound. This will not hurt. You'll be helpful," Kai compelled as his veins began to protrude beneath his eyes, a telltale sign that his vampiric nature was surfacing, casting an ominous shadow over his features.

Drawing closer, Kai sank his fangs into the man's neck, the rush of warm blood flooding his senses. He could feel the blood filling him up. He could feel the hunger that was tugging at him disappearing for every drop of blood he drank. He listened intently to the steady rhythm of the stranger's heartbeat, his instincts guiding him as he fed.

As the man's pulse began to slow, Kai retracted his fangs, careful not to drain him completely. With practiced ease, he bit into his own wrist, offering the man his healing blood to seal the wound and restore his strength.

Once the stranger was stabilised, Kai released him from his compulsion, watching as confusion flickered across his face before fading into oblivion. With a satisfied nod, Kai turned away, the night's events already fading from the man's memory as if they had never happened. He then glanced at Damon, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Did I do good?" Kai asked, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his voice as he looked to Damon for reassurance. His eyes held a glimmer of vulnerability, seeking validation in the wake of his actions but his expression remained stoic.