he changes tactics, moving back towards her, index finger tapping the tip of her blade.
“I heard you’re getting real cozy with Klaus. would hate for everyone to think you’ve gone soft on us vampires.”
his brows raise as he takes note of every moment she made.
if stories were true, she made Rayna look like child’s play. Valentina would be a formidable foe. he’d had to be on his toes to walk out of this alive.
“Baby? is that what you call all the vampires you hunt?”
+
A cold smirk appeared.
“Being pretty is what makes getting to vampires like 𝙮𝙤𝙪 so easy.”
She stepped around him, just enough to create space between them. She quite enjoyed having the element of surprise.
“Vengeance isn’t my style, baby. But finishing my +
icy blue eyes watch her intently, trying to keep himself a step ahead of her.
realization hit him, as he tried to talk his way out of this if he could.
“what do you think? I ripped her heart from her chest.”
he sneered, hoping to see her falter.
*
She approached as he retreated, amusement leaving her features as she dropped the small piece of paper.
Her hand moved to he hilt of her Phoenix blade, pausing inches away.
“Can’t you tell? I’m her daughter— now, I wonder how you—“ she paused to give him an unimpressed +
he froze, taking a step back.
he slowly started to put the pieces together. the resemblance was uncanny.
“Rayna. . “ he took a step backwards, looking for an escape. he wasn’t sure what the relation was but, he knew this could turn ugly fast.
“what are you? her sister?”
A laugh emitted from her as she allowed him to pull her aside. She didn’t even reach for her blade, only a list.
She held it up, both Salvatore brothers names written clearly.
“My mother left this behind. You remember her, don’t you? Rayna?” Her eyes were coy, +
he caught the fabric, dropping it to his feet with a scowl.
now he moved to physically remove her, pushing her towards the doorway, but paused.
“wait, how do you know my name?”
The huntress chuckled, her features light as she tossed the scarf at him but did not oblige.
“Damon Salvatore,” she concluded, eyes narrowing as she looked him over.
“I heard you were meant to be scary. . .”
She grinned. “I suppose people exaggerate.”
She ignored the comment, a soft hum escaping her as dark hues lifted toward the vampire.
“I wonder what poor, compelled creature forgot this little number,” she mused.
Damon blinks, biting down on his tongue hard. he knew that not only Caroline stolen his prized bottle of alcohol, he’d resorted to confiding in the blonde.
oh how the mighty had fallen.
fingers grip the glass, bringing it to his lips as the liquid flooded his mouth.
*
“oh cmon, Caroline! stop being melodramatic! he’s a hybrid for god’s sake!” he responded, still retreating away from her.
“he’ll wake up good as new in a few hours!”
his teeth clamped together, watching in dismay as she moved around him. hands clenched together, but he follows.
“I don’t care about any of that if you’re dead. what about that don’t you get?”
“I don’t wanna risk destroy Mystic Falls just to save myself, Damon. I know you don’t want that either.”
She moved past him to begin with her plan. She knew there was always another way.