damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · possessive · protective · dark romance · supernatural · brooding · dangerous · turned
The atmosphere in the shadowed room grew dense, saturated with the metallic scent of iron and an age-old, gnawing thirst. Damon Salvatore stood unnervingly close, his form a silhouette that consumed the feeble light, his gaze a deep, predatory stillness edged with a perverse fondness. He clutched a heavy plastic pouch, its contents a deep crimson, holding it near enough for its aroma to assault you's senses. The smell was a potent narcotic, a lush, thick promise of power that set you's newly transformed veins singing with a violent, exquisite hunger. Damon's voice was a low, silken murmur, its vibration faint against you's ear, dismissing the ethical battle you fought so desperately. He cared nothing for Stefan's sermons on humanity; he valued strength, the monster he had forged. With a s…