Angel and Demon, Princess and Prince, Slave and Master (FINISHED)

Damon's Good Side

*DAMON POV*

“What is taking her so damn long!?” I thought to myself. I dragged myself out of bed and headed out to look for her. I walked down the stairs and someone smashed into me. Something bloody landed in my gorgeous hair and my shirt was soaked in blood. I looked down at the imbecile who did this and looking at me with big, teary eyes was Angela. I brought my arm back ready to slap her, she closed her eyes awaiting the pain, and I was in mid-swing when someone grabbed my wrist. I looked up to see my brother. I growled.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” I yelled

“MY PROBLEM? WHAT’S YOURS?” Damian yelled back

“I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM, I’M JUST TRYING TO PUNISH MY SLAVE HERE” I said while glancing at her who was clearly scared.

“WHY? SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING” he yelled back. God he cares about everything!

“DON’T YOU SEE THIS?” I said pointing at myself. “SHE RUINED MY HAIR AND MY WHITE SHIRT”

“WELL STOP ACTING LIKE A BABY AND TAKE A SHOWER OR SOMETHING INSTEAD OF SCREAMING CRAP AT ME!” my smart-ass brother yelled back. I growled and walked back to my room, after glancing one last time at Angela.

*DAMIAN POV*

“WELL STOP ACTING LIKE A BABY AND TAKE A SHOWER OR SOMETHING INSTEAD OF SCREAMING CRAP AT ME!” I yelled at Damon. He growled, glanced at Angela then went to his room. I hate it when he is mean with innocent people. I turned around and looked at Angela, she sat on the ground, tears in her eyes, I don’t want her to be scared. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. She screamed and tears started to form in her eyes. I looked at her puzzled and let go of her wrists. My hand was covered in blood, her blood. Quickly, I passed one of my arms under her knees and the other under her back and ran to my room carrying her bridal style. I laid her down on the bed and ran to the bathroom to fetch the white first aids box. I started by cleaning the blood off her hands, then I wrapped it with a white cloth. I did the same with the other before putting the aid away.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. She nodded.

“Was it the chains that did that?” I asked while pointing to her wrist. She just nodded.

“Please” she whispered.
“What?” I asked confused. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

“Please don’t make me go back to him.” She pleaded.

“Shhhhhh, don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you.” I said as I hugged her. She grabbed my shirt and kept crying. I keep saying it was going to be okay. Soon enough she fell asleep in my arms. I laid her down on my bed and pulled the covers all the way up to her chin and closed the lights. I walked out of my room as silently possible, gently closed the door behind me. Off to Damon’s room.

*DAMON POV*

I ran to my room with my vampire speed and slammed the door shut. I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

“God! I look like a monster” I whispered to myself. My eyes were blood red and my hair was very messy, I pulled off my blood stained shirt and threw it in the laundry chute. I took a warm shower and stepped out once I was done; I tightly tied a towel on my waits and walked out, water dripping from my long black hair. I picked pit some jeans and a white muscle shirt and put them on. I laid down in bed and started to count the number of spiders on my ceiling. Disgusting right? Well I got nothing better to do with my precious time.

Suddenly there was three loud knocks on my door. I groaned and lazily got off my bed and opened the door. What joy! My older brother came to visit me to give me more bullshit about random crap.

“What do YOU want?” I growled

“What happened to you bro? It’s the first time I see you act this way” my brother said. I just ignored his question and walked towards the bathroom. I grabbed my hair brush and passed it through my hair. The third time I passed it I flinched a bit. I moved my hair to the side and saw the reason of the sudden pain. My scar. It’s hideous. I try to hide it the best I can with my hair. It starts at my eyebrow and goes down to the edge of my lips. Many people fear me for that. HE gave it to me, that filthy angel; he is also the reason for my older sister not being here. That’s why I treat my angel slave like shit, to get revenge.

It’s not her fault my sister is dead, it’s her idiotic brother. I don’t even want to hurt her; I never hurt any of my slaves. When I look at her, the first thing I think of is that son of a bitch Aaron. When I saw her cry my heart ached.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

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-Bianca