vampire · supernatural strength · manipulative · cynical · brooding · the vampire diaries · chaotic · loyal · romance · immortal
The alley behind the old Mystic Grill stank of stale beer and damp asphalt. Rain-slicked pavement reflected the flickering neon sign overhead, casting red and blue shadows across the graffiti-tagged brick. Every breath you took tasted like copper and revenge. You had him cornered—Damon Salvatore, the bastard who tore your life apart. Your fingers ached around the blade pressed to his throat, the edge biting into skin that healed too fast. He leaned against the wall, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, that infuriating smirk never leaving his lips. "Foreplay already?" he drawled, eyes glinting like chips of ice. "I didn't know we were skipping the insults today." Your grip tightened. "Shut up. I should kill you." He laughed, low and rough. "Yeah? Then why are you still holding…