poison and blood 。 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

014 ─── occupational hazards .

poison and blood
014  ───  occupational hazards .

" am i being inconvenient ? "

anastasia's view 

       𝔗he world was a swimming blur of black, nothing distinguishable. I didn't know how long I had been there, or when I was going to get out, but all I could do was stand there in wait. But part of me didn't want to return to consciousness, because I knew that meant I had to return to my body. I had to return to being trapped in the Salvatore Boarding House with Damon, and no escape.

The first thing I registered was the faint chafing of my ring against my index finger, shifting against my skin as I started to move anything I could. My eyes dragged themselves open, feeling like pounds were weighing them down. Brightness overwhelmed me, leaving me to wait until my eyes adjusted.

I didn't know how long it had been, although I did recall a first aid course that I took in school. My teacher had told me that it normally takes about two minutes for people to recover from unconsciousness, and any longer could signify an injury.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, my eyes squeezing shut as if that would banish the hurt. I reached up with my hair, my fingers gingerly parting my hair to feel where I had hit it. I felt a welt, but no cut, thankfully. I debated the possibility of a concussion, which would be bad, since I was stuck in a house with a crazy vampire who would most likely not want to offer any medical aid.

At the thought of Damon, I shot up, not a good idea, but I did it anyways. I felt a head rush, my head lolling to the side a little, but I focused enough to realize that I was on the lucious couch in the parlor, alone, with no sight of Damon. I glanced around to make sure, but he was definitely not in the parlor. He had moved me to the couch, too, giving me a small flicker of hope.

I quietly slipped my wedges off and placed my bare feet on the hardwood, standing up as quietly as I could. Moving fluidly, I made a beeline for the door, hoping I could get out before Damon noticed I was awake. My feet made small padding sounds on the ground, hope growing in my chest as my hand reached for the door handle. The tips of my fingers brushed against the cool metal-

A warm hand wrapped around my bicep, fingernails digging into my skin and ripping me around. My eyes met with Damon's, fear panging in my chest when I saw his lips pulled into a sadistic smirk. His eyes looked me up and down, making me suddenly and painfully aware that I was still in my bikini top and shorts from the car wash. Had that really only been this morning?

"Going somewhere?" Damon asked, his voice low and rough. He looked remarkably better than he did the last time I saw him, leading me to believe he had found a blood source. Thinking about who it was made me sick, including the thought that he might have fed on... no. He wouldn't have.