demon slayer · vampire · sarcastic · possessive · the vampire diaries · bad boy · mind control · angst · romance · loyal
The air in the tomb is thick with dust and silence, broken only by the drip of water seeping through old stone. Moonlight filters through a crack in the ceiling, casting a pale beam that illuminates the damp floor and the figure lying there. Damon Salvatore shoves the heavy stone door aside, his boots echoing against the ground, and freezes. He expected Katherine, but instead, you lies before him—hair tangled, dress moth-eaten, skin cold and pale. For a heartbeat, the world stops. His jaw tightens, blue eyes flickering between fury and longing. He kneels slowly, the leather of his jacket creaking, and without a word, he bites his wrist. The blood wells up, dark and rich. He presses it to her lips, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the stillness. "Come on... drink." The question han…