Vienna ~*~ [ DAMON SALVATORE ]

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     Angel sat on the Ryder's couch, hands trembling as she stared forward at the ground. Gloria had her arm around her while Tony stood leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and he could hear both their blood streams along with the beating of their hearts. He had to contain himself, though. 

     "I don't even know what happened," Angel mumbled, shaking her head slowly. "I left before I could ask any questions." 

     "I still don't know what you saw," Gloria said, a frown on her face. "Can you tell me?" Angel turned her head to look at her, then looked back to the cup. 

     "I-I don't now," she answered. 

     "I told you he was dangerous," Tony said, pushing himself off the wall. "I told you that he was going to hurt you." 

     "Yeah, well, you're not my father!" Angel yelled at him. "And you don't know a single thing about Damon, so you can't be quick to judge him." 

     "I know he's manipulative and makes you think what he wants you to think," Tony said, taking a few steps forward and bending down to Angel. "What did you see?" She looked at him for a moment, seeing veins slowly growing under his eyes. 

     "Tony, are you okay?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. He looked at her confused, then realized what was happening. He stood and turned quickly, the two women looking at him in concern. 

      "I'm fine," he said. He composed himself, then turned around with a small smile. "I'm sure you've had a long day and it's nearly seven. I'll get you some food." 

      "I'll set up the couch for her," Gloria said, standing slowly. 

      "Oh, that won't be necessary. I never actually took your name out of the lease for your apartment, and payments aren't necessary," Tony said with a nod. "You can sleep there for tonight." 

     "Thank you," Angel replied, giving him a curt nod. 

     "I'll be there soon," Tony told her. Angel stood from her spot, then walked out the door and down the hall towards her old apartment. She opened it, turning and locking it as fast as she could. She slid down the door, letting her sobs out as she was finally alone.

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     Damon threw the shovel back into his basement, turning around and shutting the door. He turned to the kitchen again, trudging in and cleaning the blood off the floor. He got rid of all the broken wood from the wall and made note to compel a handyman the next day.

     He then walked to his bedroom to call it a night. A horrible, tragic night that was. He walked back to the foyer, seeing that Angel had dropped her coat on her way out of the house. He bent over and picked it up, being able to smell her perfume still on it. He realized she was going to need it in the cold weather, so he grabbed his own coat and set out for the town. 

     He went to Thomas Kline's house first. He knocked on the front door, taking a step back to keep his distance from the house. The door opened, Thomas Kline smiling as he saw Damon standing there. 

     "Damon, how may I help you tonight?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. 

     "I, uh, came to drop this off for Angel," he said, holding up her coat slightly. 

     "Uh, well, she lives with you and I haven't seen her since she left the office. I gave her the day off early, wanted you two to celebrate her finishing her article," Thomas told Damon, shrugging slightly at him.