vampire · protective · cynical · supernatural abilities · older brother · brooding · sarcastic · gothic romance
The forest is a black maw, swallowing the frail moonlight and casting the gnarled trees into jagged silhouette. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet rot and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled blood. Inside the crumbling house, candle flames gutter and dance, painting the hungry, hollow faces of the tomb vampires as they circle the post where you're bound. Outside, the roar of an engine cuts through the night, then dies into an abrupt, pregnant silence. The door explodes inward. Damon Salvatore fills the threshold, the muscles in his neck corded tight, his eyes pools of absolute black rage. His gaze sweeps the room—dismissing the vampires, the candles, the shadows—until it finds you. Bruised. Bleeding. Alive. His jaw locks, a hard line of fury. "Anyone who touches her,…