Fallen

Him

It has been a thousand years since then he had been young, stupid...a angle In every sense of the word, in whip scars still freash and ozooing blood, his once silk black hair now matted with blood and other....things. His voice was the first thing Damon notice Silk, against skin smooth covered in honey. it was enough to make him weep at the sound of him. he touched my wounds gently

murmuring softly as if not to spook me. He gently brushed my hair from my face and looked at me with deep golden eyes filled with knowing/pain/and longing. my voice is dry with ill use and dehydration but I mange to crook out " w..where am i? " he smiles a sad smile "hell" hell? I manage to turn my head left then right, it's bare of life and sound.

Don't move so much, you messed you head pretty bad," as I move my head back,I groan as a pain shoots through my head " don't move. he push me down and stands up " I'll be right back, your dehydrated and your body need's water to heal along with cleaning your wounds." he turns and begins walking away , the last thing I see is his wings.... sunset gold.