Vienna ~*~ [ DAMON SALVATORE ]

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warnings: mature language

     Angel watched as Damon was sweeping up the glass and wood from the fight he'd had with Tony, and she was drinking wine from her cabinet. She would use a glass, but it was one of those nights to drink straight from the bottle. Damon swept the last of the glass into the pan, then turned and dumped it in the trash can. He opened the closet and put the cleaning supplies in there, then turned back to Angel. 

      "Everything's cleaned up," he said, shutting the door behind him. She just nodded once, taking another drink of wine. "Angel, talk to me, please." She stared forward, taking another drink as Damon frowned. "Angel, I'm begging you. I didn't kill that girl." 

     "And how am I supposed to believe you?" she asked. "How am I supposed to know that you didn't kill any of the other people who died?" 

      "Because I was with you every time! I was always with you!" Damon said, walking to her quickly. "I was scared that Stefan would hurt you, so I stayed with you every single night to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. Because I love you!" 

      "Do you love me, or are you just bored?" Angel asked, looking over to Damon. He stood there with his eyes watering slightly, and in that moment he was considering turning his emotions off. "You've been alive a hundred years, not aging a single day. So how can I possibly believe that you're not just doing this because you're bored?" 

     "Are you saying you don't love me?" Damon asked. 

     "I'm saying that you don't love me!" Angel yelled at him. "Good god, why would you? You have been, according to your brother, obsessing over Katherine fucking Pierce for the past hundred years. And I waltz in and just take that spot? Tell me you don't love her anymore. Because if you still love her, then I'll never completely be yours, will I?" Damon stared at her, shifting his weight as his mouth opened slightly to respond. Yet, he closed it again as he had nothing more to say. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

     "Stefan talked to you about Katherine?"  

     "I think you should go," Angel said, turning and looking at Damon. He stared at her, tears brimming his eyes as he looked at her. He didn't move, paralyzed with shock and sadness at her sudden change in mood. "Damon, go." He looked at her stone cold face, his feet stumbling towards the door as his head was suddenly beginning to pound. He stopped, then turned to face her again. 

     "If I were you, I'd spend the night at Thomas's house. He hasn't invited anyone in, it's the safest place for you to be," Damon told her. He attempted to give her a smile, but tears fell from both his eyes the moment he turned away from her and shut the door. The moment the door shut, Angel fell to the ground behind her kitchen counter. She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress her sobs while her hair fell in front of her face. She didn't want Damon to hear her, she knew he hadn't left yet. She waited a few minutes to cry to herself, and then composed herself enough to go to Thomas Kline's house. 

     She stood on his doorstep fifteen minutes after Damon left, eyes still puffy and red from crying. She didn't want him to ask questions, but she hated that he was her last option at the moment. She knocked on the front door, stepping back and wiping her eyes one more time. The door opened after about thirty seconds, Thomas tilting his head at Angel. 

     "I had a feeling you were going to stop by," he said, now frowning. "Come in." Angel walked past him and into the house, Thomas shutting the door. Damon watched the door shut from where he was stood on the street, and he sagged his shoulders before turning to go home. 

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     The following morning, Angel woke up in the guest bedroom of Thomas Kline's house. She stared at the wall for five minutes before she pushed herself up from the mattress. She grunted a bit, her feet hitting the cold tile. Standing on the floor felt like there were spikes in her feet from the tile. She liked the carpet in Damon's room more. 

     She pushed away the thought, going to the clothes at the end of the bed. She was wondering where Thomas had gotten them as they were her clothes. She walked out into the hallway, going down to his room that he'd showed her last night in case she needed anything. She was about to knock when the door opened with him fully dressed for work. 

     "Oh, Angel, good morning," he said with a smile. "Damon stopped by this morning with a variety of your clothes, also left a note for you. Should be with the clothes I left you this morning." 

     "Oh, thank you," Angel said with a small smile. She stepped back, going back to the room she was staying in. 

     "Angel, you don't have to come in to work today if you don't want to," Thomas told her, making the girl turn to look at him. "I understand these past few days have been stressful and I haven't been helping with that. So, if you want the day off I won't be mad." 

     "I'll consider it," Angel said. She stepped into the room, locking the door to get dressed in peace. She walked to the clothes and the note that sat on top of them. It was an envelope with her name on it. She picked it up, opening it to see that it was from Damon. 

My Sweet Angel, 

     I'm sorry about everything that happened yesterday. You deserve to know the truth about what you saw, what Stefan could have told you, everything. I've kept you too far in the dark and I'm ready to tell you about my past, even if it means losing you forever. Meet me today at the gazebo, noon. I compelled Kline to give you the day off, so I hope to see you. I also dropped by a bag of your work clothes, normal attire, pajama's, and toiletries. See you at noon, Angel. 

Love,
Damon 

     Angel lowered the note, looking down at the clothes set out for her. It was a a pair of high waist red flare jeans, and a striped t-shirt. She sighed, grabbing the clothes and going to the bathroom. She changed in there, put half of her hair up, the other half falling on her shoulders. She then went down to the kitchen to see that Thomas had a cup of coffee in his hand, another one across from him. 

     "Day off it is," Thomas said. "Have a good day, Angel." He set his cup of coffee in the sink, then grabbed his brief case and left. She sipped the coffee slightly, preparing herself to meet Damon that day. 

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much content in the next chapter
very soft
very sweet
i hope you're ready :)

i hope you enjoyed, angels!