Devil's Angel ° {K.M}[Rewriting]

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A View To A Kill
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"To lose someone we have lost does not erase the love we have felt for them, it simply moves the object of our love out of reach. Grief is the space left behind, and it is the work of loving someone who is gone."
—SarahScott Dietz
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"You coming to snap my neck again? Because I woke up feeling completely un-murderous, and I'm pretty sure that it's safe to set me free." Damon Salvatore said, peering at his brother through the bars of the cellar, pale-faced and weak, as he sat hunched over in the small, flimsy bed in the corner. Silence followed by a small vial of blood tossed shallowly onto the bed was his only answer, the vampire's late reaction barely enough to save it from rolling off the mattress onto the ground. "Man, really? You practically bled me dry. Least you could do is bring a bag or something. 'M dying here, brother."

Mockingly, Stefan set a bottle of water between the bars, maintaining his silence as Damon rolled his eyes. "Not exactly what I had in mind." The man hissed as he pushed himself to his feet, grunting as each step triggered a jolt of pain. "I know who's getting bro—you've got to be kidding me." The elder brother had barely reached the door, curling his fingers around the bottle when he peered past Stefan in the small window to glimpse the man standing smugly behind him. "Hello, mate." Damon didn't bother hiding his annoyance, his eyes narrowing in distaste. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He hadn't enjoyed seeing the man the days prior and he certainly didn't want to see him now after what Kol had done and what America hadn't done. "Babysitting." The vampire let out a groan of disbelief as he turned back to the spring bed, scowling deeply as his brother finally spoke up only for his words to further sour his mood. "Give him a vial of blood every couple of hours so he doesn't desiccate. If he gets too much strength back, or if he just annoys you, bleed him out again." Damon's scowl deepened as he settled with his water and blood, his hand absently swirling the vial.

"Silent treatment, huh? Is that your best shot?" The man exhaled sharply, shaking his head at the irony that nearly two decades later, it was another woman destroying what little there was to their relationship because for once, it wasn't Stefan. The urge to be petty was hard to bite back though truthfully, he barely tried. "He's still pissed at me for sleeping with Elena." His tone was nonchalant as he glanced at Klaus through the bars. The hybrid spared him a glance, arching an eyebrow. "You sure about that? 'Cause I saw him trying to sneak out of Rebekah's bed this morning, which would suggest to me that he's moved on."

At that, Damon snorted a laugh as he looked to where he imagined his brother was standing with a scowl at what certainly wasn't meant to be public knowledge much less his. "Well, well, brother isn't that just the best way to get the girl. Sleeping with the woman that wants her dead about five times over while you're breaking your back to get her back to the Elena that was head over heels for you. Ballsy move." His brother didn't grace him with an answer as Damon half-expected but the glint in Klaus' eyes as he looked over at where Stefan stood told him his words did something, at the very least.