I had just woken up, the day before had been long and rough. Trying to get an acting gig isn't always easy, then again I'm only 19 so. . . and I'm not made of money so I also need to have a side job and work to keep myself afloat with bills.
Looking around the room my eyes narrow as I takes in the black sheets on the bed and the rustic look of the bedroom. This place certainly doesn't look like my apartment. I get out of the bed cautiously as I look around. The room is way too large to be mine because damn and that bathroom there?
I let out a whistle of appreciation as I look around only to freeze in surprise when I look in the mirror. I know that it's me, but it sure as fuck doesn't look like me.
Not that I'm complaining or anything but when you go to sleep you're supposed to wake up in your own body, not somebody else's you know? Oh well, walking to the bathroom I make myself presentable in my confiscated body. Opening the door of the room slightly to peak out I cautiously walk out of my room? I'm thinking that it's my room.
While I make my way downstairs I notice that a door is slightly open and I see my new brother person. With a sigh I sit down on the chair opposite of him and frown, he is definitely sleeping right now. Hmm, how should I wake him up I wonder?
I wave my hand in front of his face and when that doesn't work I leave the library and make my way down to the kitchen and look underneath the cabinets until I find a bucket. Making sure to fill it up almost to the top I make my way back up the stairs, passing a very confused looking Zach on my way up to the library.
Moving the bucket so that I won't drop it I slowly open the door and quietly walk into the room. I make sure that it won't land on any books, books are nice, I like books. Quickly I dump the bucket over his head, dripping the bucket on top of him as I do so and I sit down innocently as he yelps in surprise.
"Oh Stefan, you shouldn't try to dump water on yourself in the Library, you could ruin all these books." I say with a huff as I try very hard not to chuckle at him.
"Damon." Stefan says irritably.
"Stefan." I say with a smirk "How's it going little bro?"
"You killed someone yesterday Damon?"
I frown for a while and try to think about it, what episode am I in? "Are you sure?" I ask him curiously.
Stefan gives me the whole, well duh, stupid, kind of look and I raise an eyebrow. His face turns to disbelief as he looks at me "Don't joke about this Damon, you know who you killed."
"I kind of . .dont. Was it a male or a female?" I ask with a frown and then I get a tickle in my throat "Ahh, now I feel really thirsty."
Stefan vamp speeds in front of me and glares at me "You're not going to hurt anyone else Damon."
I snort and then vamp speed over to him and wrap my hand around his throat as I slam him into the wall "How rude of you to assume such horrible things about me Stefan. I'll have you know that I'm an amazing guy, I'm funny, I'm charming and good looking."
The vampire speed thing though, damn, awesome as fuck! That was fun, at least I know how to fight though or it'd be a bitch if I had to continuously get my ass kicked.
Stefan brings his arm up and gets my hand off of his neck. Wrapping his hand around mine he slams me into the bookshelf, poor shelf, I like books. Reacting quickly I swipe my leg up and knock him down, getting my hands wrapped around his neck tightly I bare my fangs.
"Come on Stefan, that wasn't very nice." I say mockingly as I let go of his neck and vampire speed to the other side of the room.
He places his hand on his neck as he gasps, his eyes angrily on me as he gets back to his feet. "I hate you."
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Waking As Damon
FanfictionI wanted to be an actor before I died, ironically after I died I woke up as a character from a tv show. Unfortunately all I really know about this character is that he is a complete asshole and a vampire. I never did pay much attention to the show...