The Most Powerful Scream is Silence

Chapter 11: Blood Bonds

This is all I have written so far, the next update won't be for a bit as I am busy with school. Hope everyone has liked what I've written so far! Comment and let me know

The first thing she was aware of when she woke was the feeling of silk sheets on her legs. They were soft and smooth, cooling the smudges of black and blue on her skin.

The second thing she was aware of was the comfy bed beneath her aching body, like a pile of feathers or blanket of clouds.

Stretching out her limbs one by one, like a cat waking from a slumber she sat up, wincing at the stiffness in her joints. The sheet fell from her shoulder and slid down to her waist, resting comfortably as she took in the room.

That's when it all came back, spinning memories rushing back so fast her head hurt. Whether that be from the head rush of memories or the wound embedded in her flesh, she couldn't be sure.

Somewhere between being a bloody pulp on her living room floor and texting Damon, she ended up here.

In Damon's room.

In Damon's bed.

She pushed down the silk fabric to reveal bruises the colour of ink in the form of handprints littering her legs. But, this wasn't the first thing she noticed, her naked legs, however, were.

"Hope you don't mind," came a velvety voice from the doorway, "your shorts didn't look very comfortable for sleeping in."

Luna looked up, the voice drawing her attention from her legs to the man leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a lazy smile on his face.

"Good morning, Damon"

"Afternoon." Damon corrected, pushing himself off the trim and walking towards the teen.

Luna looked over towards the window, where afternoon sunlight streamed in, catching flakes of dust floating in the air, turning them into diamonds.

"Afternoon." She confirmed before turning back to him, only to realize he was now sitting beside her on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" He questioned, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

Luna shrugged, tucking a blood-matted piece of hair behind her ear as she spoke "I'm alright. I could use a shower"

"Yeah, you could," Damon confirmed, tugging a loose curl gently between his fingers, managing to only further tangle the mess of hair.

"Mind if I..." Luna trailed off, letting Damon fill in the blanks.

"Help yourself," Damon said, leaning back against the pillows and putting his hands behind his head.

"I think I will," Luna agreed, pausing to stand on weary legs and holding onto the bed frame for support. "and after," she continued "you'll tell me all about being a sparkly vampire, okay?"

The raven-haired man scolded, screwing up his face in the process till his nose wrinkled and his mouth turned down at the corners "I do not sparkle."

"Do you drink animal blood?" She asked, with a tilt of her head.

"Gross. No," he replied, shaking his head.

"Human blood?" She asked again, slightly quieter, a soft insecurity reflecting in her eyes.

"Yes," he answered, flicking his blue eyes to meet hers, searching for the fear he was certain would be there.

The air around them was thick and heavy, pressing down on her chest till she almost couldn't suck in air between her teeth, and instead had to gulp it down.