Samantha returns back to Mystic Falls to help her sister after her parents death. Unexpected, mysterious things started happening in the tiny town. Sudden death, bite marks, and people drained of blood appear. Sam's world has been a dull grey since...
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I slowly open my eyelids and groan out quietly, stretching my aching bones. The sunlight peaks in from the large windows and I glance over at Damon, who's sipping on vervain.
"Isn't it a little early for that?" I ask, my eyelids still heavy and drooping down.
"Morning, sunshine," Damon greets me, rubbing his tired eyes. I grab the glass out of his hand and set it down on the coffee table.
"How are we doing this morning, champ?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders.
"Like I need a lot more bourbon," he sighs out, reaching for the glass and I quickly slap his hand down, scoffing loudly.
"You can do anything, but drink or kill people. Anything to get yourself over Katherine that doesn't involve danger," I announce, standing up and dumping the bourbon into the fireplace.
Damon groans out with annoyance and suddenly the window shatters loudly. I gasp loudly as two vampires bare their fangs and Damon rushes over to them. He starts throwing punches at the man and the woman slowly walks over to me.
I gulp and glance around for a weapon until my back bumps into a cold wall. She appears in front of them and growls loudly, her sharp fangs inching closer and closer to my neck. Her hand wraps around my neck and I gasp loudly, squirming against her.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out the stake, ramming it into her side. She yells out in pain and releases her tight grip on me. I quickly scramble away from her and glance over at Damon as he struggles with the other vampire.
My chest pounds and the vampire appears in front of me, gripping onto my shoulders. She throws me across the room and I land on the coffee table, the glass instantly shattering underneath my weight.
The glass sticks into my skin and pain shoots through my veins. Mutiple curses and groans leave my lips as I crawl on my hands and knees. Suddenly a hand slaps down around my ankle and pulls me back with a strong force.
I dig my fingertips into the carpet, trying to grab onto anything, but it doesn't work.
"Damon," I call out with a weak voice and his blue orbs fill with worry. He quickly rushes over and drives the stake through the woman's heart. Her mouth falls open and she collapses on the ground, slowly dying.
I push myself up onto my feet and my heart races. "Who the hell are they?" I ask, breathing heavily.
"Vampires from the tomb," Damon replies with calm voice and I snap my head towards him, my eyes widening with realization.
"What?! I thought they were trapped in there," I ponder with confusion and he bites down on his bottom lip.
"Yeah, about that..." he comments, his words slowly fading. The glass rubs against my skin, and I grit my teeth, lowering my head. Damon's fingers push back a piece of my hair behind my ear and my eyes meet his.
I glance down at the glass shards sticking out my from my hands and thighs. "Would you look at me," I chuckle out lightly and his blue eyes soften for a moment. He leads me into his large bedroom and my eyes dart around.
A large wooden bed in the middle and a connected bathroom, which he leads me right into. He pats his hand on the counter and I let out a deep sigh. His hands grab onto my hips and he carefully lifts me up onto the counter.
Damon grabs onto my hand and brings it towards himself. "This might sting a little," he assures me with a soft voice, and I nod my head. One by one Damon pulls the glass shards out of my body and they start to pile up on the counter.
He grabs a white cloth and pours a bit of cleaning alcohol onto it. Damon gently dabs the cloth on my open wounds and I grimace with agony, the stinging sensation sending shock waves down my spine.
Damon's eyes flick up into mine and I gaze at his pale face with a sharp jawline that people would kill for. Raven hair that perfectly fits him and those dazzling blue eyes that attract all the girls.
"Staring much?" he asks, a smirk forming on his face. My lips slightly part open and I clear my throat.
