'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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Damon had always been one of those boys to fight, always go head first into danger. Because he had always gotten a thrill in the feeling he felt when he felt a fish conect with his face of a knife against his cheek.
Even in this very moment when Edward described him the phone call he had with Alice and showed him the picture she drew.
The brown haired boy wished for nothing more than to charge into that ballet studio that Bella used to go to, and take James buy his throat and squeeze.
He wanted that boy to suffer.
Despite being a weak human in the situation, Damon found himself wishing to run head first at James and see if he could knock the man's head off.
After spending the night in the hotel, dreaming of ways to kill James, ways to make him suffer.
He thought about using Victoria. But Damon doubts that would work because he knew James perffered the hunt to his own mate.
That's what made them different once again.
Victoria was out there doing everything to hell, James, yet realistically, James had left Victoria back in forks when she would most likely want to leave.
Damon saw that one thd field, she didn't look intreasted in them that much, she just wanted to baseball.
But still, she will have to die.
Because we'll no one messes with his family and lives.
"So he's here?" Damon questioned, sitting up in the bed. After the phone calls, Edward had let the boy sleep as he looked over the images Alice had sent him.
Edward looked up at him from his spot on the sofa. "Alice believes so. She's seen him in these rooms." He paused. "Rosalie's and Emmet and Carlisle are coming were stronger in numbers we can re group."
"No." Damon told him. "You said James is targeting me, so you keep Bella and Hardin as far away from me as possible, you understand?"
Damon looked down at his brown eyes stern because he was hoping Edward could promise him this. Promise him that until this was all over, he would keep him separate from his siblings.
Edward nodded slightly. "Okay."
Damon got out of bed. He started pacing up and down the room, his head twisting to the side as he tried to think of all the ways he could kill James.
His phone rang, making him look down at it, furrowing his eyebrows when he wicked witch calling him.
He thought about ignoring it or even blocking the number.
But despite that, he answered.
"What?" His voice came out harsh and hateful.
Their was pause before anyone spoke and a slight rumble on the background.
