me and the devil - kai parker

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Damon and Bonnie trailed behind Madelene, their steps cautious and deliberate. Damon's eyes never left the raven-haired girl, his protective instincts on high alert as he kept Bonnie close to his side. He could sense Bonnie's curiosity as she burned holes in the girl's back, but he couldn't shake off his suspicion.

"Damon, there's something about her," Bonnie whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm afraid this is a trap."

Damon's jaw tightened. "You mean the psycho who just tried to kill us and her work together?"

"It's hard to explain," Bonnie said, frustration lacing her tone. "But something is here, between them. I feel a magical connection between them, maybe a linking spell, I'm not sure."

Damon shook his head, disbelief evident on his face. "How does someone like her end up in a situation like that, with someone like him?"

"I think they're quite similar." Bonnie shrugged her shoulders as both of them observed the girl.

She walked quite fast and Damon could hear as she whispered frantically to herself, probably not realizing vampires have supernatural hearing.

Madelene gently slowed down to try and eavesdrop on the pair but before she could, the vampire noticed it and quickly changed the topic. "Hey! Samara Morgan, so where are we going exactly?" he spoke jokingly.

He fixed the dead body slumped over his shoulder with a groan. The short girl stopped suddenly and turned around making the other two stop in track not to run right into her. Her eyes wandered on Kai's dead body for a second too long before they locked with Damon's.

"Who is Samara Morgan?" She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head to her left shoulder, confused. 

"The creepy little girl from The-, wait, how long have you been here?" 

The girl bit her bottom lip, thinking hard. "Since 1994, not sure if my math is correct but around... eighteen years?" she shrugged, before turning back around to continue walking. "I'm assuming you have a place, right?" She spoke louder over her shoulders but quickly noticed no one followed behind.

She stopped and turned back around, both Damon and Bonnie looked at her with something in their eyes that she had not seen in a long while. Pity.

"You've been here for almost two decades?" Bonnie looked genuinely sad, her eyes looked like the ones of a deer in headlights, about to get run over.

"Give or take yes, now let's keep moving, he will wake up soon."

Bonnie watched Madelene closely, noticing the fleeting expressions that crossed her face. There was regret, maybe even sorrow, hidden behind her facade. She could tell that the girl was only pretending to be nonchalant about the topic, deep down there had to be a lot of trauma.

"She's hiding something," Bonnie said softly, her gaze fixed on Madelene. "Something important."

Bonnie and Damon's emotions did not affect her, they could feel bad all they wanted, but there was nothing they could do to reverse it, so there was no point in reliving the memories that hurt the most. Eighteen years of isolation, missing out on everything there was to life.

"We're here," Damon said. Madelene slowed down as they reached a big house with an even bigger driveway, it looked like a gothic castle, not a place for people to live.

Madelene smirked to herself at the thought of how fitting it was for a vampire to live in an old, gothic palace.  "This is where you live? Do you sleep in a coffee too? "

"Just get in" Damon sighed, irritated as they made their way inside the Salvatore Boarding House.

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