vampire · the vampire diaries · brooding · charming · ruthless · mystic falls · supernatural · brother complex · vervain weakness
The neon sign of the Grill bled a watery crimson through the rain-smeared windows, washing the dim bar in a pulsing, bloody light. Cigarette smoke wound in lazy tendrils toward the ceiling, mingling with the smell of cheap whiskey and something far richer—the scent of human blood. Damon Salvatore reclined on his stool, a glass of bourbon hanging loosely from his fingers, every line of him the image of bored, ancient aristocracy. He’d fled the Salvatore estate to escape the mental picture of Stefan and Elena wrapped up in each other, and now he was in the market for better distraction. His eyes landed on you seated beside him, all quickening pulse and enticing warmth. He turned on the charm, let them talk, let them believe they were the ones doing the catching. Outside, in the wet alle…