A rewrite of The Hunters: Destiny Rising. By LJ. SMITH.
LJ.SMITH created Klaus.
A stand alone monster.
No family.
No redeeming qualities.
"I'm one of the Old Ones! An Original! Do you know what that means? I've never died. Every one of you has di...
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Unlike his brother, who had gone so far as to join the Robert E. Lee High School football team in Mystic Falls, Damon did not enjoy playing football. He had never liked team sports, even when he was young and alive. The feeling of being an anonymous part of a group, just one cog in a great machine designed to get a ball from one end of a field to another, felt like an affront to his dignity.
It didn't help that Enzo loved the sport. He was the star here on the Dalcrest field; Damon had to give him some credit for that. But now, some five hundred years after he had stopped breathing, he certainly didn't bother to waste his time watching humans try to get a ball from one side of a field to another.
The crowd, on the other hand . . . he'd found that he liked the crowd at a football game. Full of energy, they all focused on the same thing and their blood pounded under their skin, flushing their cheeks. He liked the smells of the stadium: sweat and beer and hot dogs and enthusiasm. He liked the cheerleaders' colorful uniforms and the possibility of a fight breaking out in the stands as passions ran high. He liked the brightness of the lights on the fields during a night game and the darkness in the corners of the stands.
He liked . . .Damon lost his train of thought as his eyes caught on a girl with chocolate brunette hair, her back to him, sitting alone in the bleachers. Every line of that figure was etched in his memory forever: he'd watched her with passion and devotion, and finally with hatred. Unlike everyone else, he'd never confused her for Elena.
"Katherine," He breathed, cutting through the crowd toward her. No human would have heard him in the crowd, but Katherine turned her head and smiled, such a sweet smile that Damon's first instinct to attack her was swept away by a rush of memory. The shy little German girl who had come to his father's palazzo, so many years ago, back when Damon was a human and Katherine was almost as innocent as one, had smiled at him like that. So instead of fighting, he slipped onto the seat beside Katherine and just looked at her, keeping his face neutral.
"Damon!" Katherine said, the smile taking on a tinge of malice. "I've missed you!"
"Considering that the last time we saw each other you tore my throat out, I can't say the same," Damon told her dryly.
