If only, Damon Salvatore

132. WHO THE HELL IS SARAH NELSON

Chapter one hundred and thirty two

"Who the hell is Sarah Nelson."

It had been a few days, and they now have moved out of the warehouse and into a mansion, yet Damon and Enzo were still going out and finding evil soul's for them to kill, Sybil was swimming in the pool while Beatrix was lounging by it wearing her red bikini and sunglasses, a jazz standard was playing and anytime Beatrix listened to jazz she usually would think of Klaus but since she came back from hell her brain was a little screwed up to where she didn't care about anything except keeping Sybil in line and finding souls damned for hell.

As the door opened, Beatrix lifted up her sunglasses and noticed a guy in a suit walk in with Damon "pretty song, isn't it?" Sybil asked, as Beatrix rolled her eyes, getting up from her chair and walking over to the two "there's been such good music made in the last two hundred years. My favorites are the love songs. When I made this playlist three days go, I discovered something called a jazz standard." Sybil shared.

And Beatrix knew that was when she was gonna sing, as she grabbed the man by the shoulders and made him look at her "what's the worst thing you've ever done?" she asked, her eyes glowing red "I make parts for guns." the man shared, as Beatrix smirked "there's something else that you're not telling me." she shared, as the man looked down at her boobs "there it is. Man goes on business trips so he can cheat on his wife. How awful is that?" Beatrix asked, grabbing him by the neck, she dragged him over to the pool.

"No, no!" the man screamed, trying to fight her off "oh, fighting will do you no good. I am much stronger then I look." Beatrix shared, throwing the man down on the floor, she stepped her foot on his back and dug her heel into his spine "ah!" the man screamed, as Beatrix crouched down shoving his head under water, his arms flailed around him "where's Enzo? He's not exactly a team player, Damon. And I don't like that." Beatrix shared "well, he's used to working solo, he'll come around." Damon shared, as the man stopped fighting her, Beatrix knew he was dead, as she dumped him into the pool.

And when she stood up and looked at him, Damon saw nothing behind her eyes but Beatrix could see something, a sliver of hope that he was still holding onto, as she shook her head and walked off.

Later Damon was lounging on one of the chairs next to Beatrix as he closed his eyes and went to that part of his mind that he was still holding onto

Where Beatrix walked out of the grill and headed in the direction to go home "hey, teenage witch!" Damon called out and as he did, Beatrix stopped and turned to him "say that any louder, I don't think the people inside heard you." she told him, as Damon scoffed "oh, come on, one wave and they wouldn't even remember your name." he shared, as Beatrix shook her head "the point is not to do that, we wanna keep our identities a secret or we're gonna be the next town expose, where everyone comes to watch us be burned at the stake." she shared.

Making Damon furrow his brows "does your mom tell you that or your grandma cause from what I recall your grandma was the type to use magic anytime and anywhere and let the consequences be damned." he shared, as Beatrix shrugged "well your not wrong, but my grandmother may be good at magic but she's not stupid, she knows who to keep a low profile around now of days, she's not the girl you knew. And she's taught both me and my mother very well, Mr Salvatore. I would try my best to stay on our good side." she shared, as she turned around and continued walking off.

"It's not safe to be walking alone at night, you know? Those freak animal attacks!" Damon called out to her, making Beatrix smirk "I can protect myself, Mr Salvatore!" she called out, disappearing into the darkness before his very eyes.