The Salvatore Weakness

Ch. 7 Bite Me

Damon's POV 

She was magnificent. A perfect being before my eyes and of course Stefan already claimed her. But I weaseled my way in of course. There was no way I was going to let my brother keep her all to himself. She was too perfect. I wasn't lying when I said she would be a lot to handle though. I could tell right away that behind that face of innocence, she held mischief in her soul. I was proven right almost immediately. Letting Stefan drink from her as a ripper and letting him mark her. That was gutsy. But taking Klaus' blood to get rid of it. Now that's just down right mischievous. She knew she was playing with fire and apparently wasn't afraid of getting a little burned. 

What got me though was she wanted to be a vampire. This perfect being wanted to live forever and it gave me hope. Although we agreed on sharing her, neither of us had someone we wanted that accepted us back and wanted to live forever. 

I wanted to ruin her. Break down those walls she had and ruin her for any other man. Not that I wanted her with any of course. But she won't even think about it when Stefan and I have her. She will be ours, physically and mentally. Her mind, body, and soul will belong to the Salvatore brothers. And when she's ready, we will turn her to be eternally ours. 

I looked at her with a lopsided grin. My eyes zeroed in on her face, switching between her eyes, lips, and neck. If she wanted to play with fire so much, then I guess I'll light the match.

"You don't know what you just started, little one." Stefan whispered in her ear as she sat on his lap. I got up and approached them, squatting down to her level.

"My brother is right and there's no where to run off to, I'm afraid."

"Oh don't be afraid Damon. I'm not one to run anyway." She grinned at me. Her words brought a dark growl out of me. I grabbed her hips and lifted her off my brother. Her feet hit the ground and I held on tight to her to ensure she wouldn't go anywhere.

"That's a brave front you're putting up there Lillian, but can you handle what we're going to offer?"

"I'd take that bet." She said simply as I towered over her 5'3 frame. 

"Maybe we should take it upstairs and see if she's right, brother." Stefan suggested from behind her, closing into her person space to the point where she was sandwiched between us. 

"Mhhmm. I like that idea. Any fighting words out of you missy?"

"Still only hearing talking out of you two." She said in a sing song voice. Both of us let out a growl. Stefan grabbed her and flashed them upstairs and I followed in suit. We both entered the room at the same time. Stefan threw her on the bed so she bounced lightly. With her feet hanging off the bed and a grin on her face, she was asking for trouble. Stefan and I stood there for a second just looking at her and then turned to each other and then back to her. 

"You said you wanted to see some action." I started, while we both slowly made our way over to her. It looked like two predators stalking their pray. 

"Still think you could take it?" Stefan asked rhetorically. We all knew there was no backing out of what we have started. We looked down at her. Her head at the level of our chests. She looked up through her eyelashes, looking ever so innocent. It was a look made to drive men insane and insane I felt. I would be okay tampering with her innocence and letting a little darkness inside. 

"What? Handle the two of you? Can't be that hard." 

"Just wait until we-" I started.

"Sounds like a lot of blah blah blah to me." She interrupted with a wave of her hand. That was the breaking point for Stefan. With a deep growl, he moved swiftly.