Katherine Pierce - “Dark Horse”
"Damon… I… God, where have you been? You keep vanishing like this…" Bonnie folded her arms across her chest, though it was mostly for show. But she was worried… and even angry. Swallowing hard, the petite red headed witch closed her eyes. After a second, she glanced at Damon, eyes full of questions, "where have you been?" she repeated the question.
Hearing and seeing Bonnie so worried, Damon burrowed his eyebrows a moment. He was use to Elena being worried all the time over everything and everyone, but it was almost different coming from Bonnie. He wasn’t use to it. Cocking his head slightly he examined her before swallowing hard. “We…I…found Stefan. I’ve been…dealing…with a few things. I’m sorry.” he says softly before walking over closer, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you’re okay.” he says with a weak, crooked smile before letting it fade.
"Old habits die hard, right Damon? So what happened now?" she asked, watching him as he walked over to his liquor cabinet.
Hearing her questions, Damon ignored them for a moment, wondering where to even start. Hell, there were a million and one places but she didn’t need to know all that. Pouring himself a large glass of bourbon, Damon turned around and took a large gulp before speaking. “Nothing…everythings…one giant ray of sunshine.” he says with a sigh before taking another sip. “Why aren’t you running off with Elena or Caroline?” he asks raising his eyebrows.
Suddenly Tatia felt very nervous, wondering what he was thinking and what he was about to stay. “Well what else what was I suppose to think after the way our last conversation ended? Of course I thought you were annoyed with me so I left you be,” she retorted hotly, one hand on her hip. “No, it’s just something you don’t see in yourself. Not my fault you’re blind,” she shrugged noncommittally. Pausing for a moment, choosing her next words wisely, she gazed up at him in uncertainty in her eyes. “Do you want me to stay?” She asked slowly, wanting nothing but the truth from him.
Clenching his jaw slightly as she spoke, Damon knew he was growing irritated with her and her stubbornness but then again he knew how he was anyways. Hearing what she had to say next, Damon was taken back. Her calmness in her voice, the uncertainty in her eyes. SHE wanted to stay. She just didn’t want somewhere to crash. He knew Elena probably inherited her trait of wanting to help people, which irritated him to know end since he didn’t see anything wrong with what he did with his life, but he chose to ignore that part of her wanting to stay. “I told you you could stay…so stay if you want.” he says simply with a shrug before taking a deep breath, looking at her up and down a moment. “You’re not half bad company either.” he adds like it wasn’t any big deal but it was, just in his down Damon way.
Elena was sick with worry, with guilt…the always talked about heightened emotions especially as a new vampire. This was a situation she never expected to be in. It made her nauseous thinking about the possible what if situations. If she hadn’t come here looking for Stefan, then she would have never found Damon……. If she hadn’t found him, who knew how much time he had left. He might have died alone and she wouldn’t have known. He would have died with her hating him. And Elena….she wouldn’t have been able to ever forgive herself. “No, Damon. You don’t.” Elena snapped, she didn’t want to hear it anymore. He didn’t deserve to die….Damon wasn’t perfect. He did a lot of horrible things, But he didn’t deserve to die. She didn’t want him to die. Unfortunately it wasn’t looking so good. A werewolf bite….deadly to a vampire. No known cure. And they were slowly but surely running out of time.
Helping Damon over to his bed, and getting him to lay down. As he moved slowly, it showed just how weak he really was. It hurt her to see him in this condition. Even more so for the simple fact there was nothing that she could do to help him. When he was in bed, head on the pillows, she gently moved on the bed to lay down beside him. Her movements were hesitant, like she was afraid to get near him….to even touch him. He looked so weak…fragile…a state she had never seen Damon anywhere close to before. “I want to be here, I’m not leaving you.” She murmured, her hand brushing against his forehead and down his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere and I think he already knows He’s trying to help you now.” She laid down beside him, taking his hand in hers, her cheek resting against his shoulder.
Trying to take in a deep breath as she spoke, Damon coughed realizing the scratching in his throat that burned to what seemed like no end. Damon hated this, truly and utterly hated all of it. He knew he had done terrible things and people wouldn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth, but being this close to death really can put things in perspective. Sure maybe he was letting his emotions slip back in little by little, but he didn’t want to break down completely in front of Elena. He cared too much about her to bring her down even more, especially in her newborn vampire state. “Elena…” Damon starts to say after she finishes speaking, tensing up slightly as she laid down next to him. Going silent a moment he let the moment sink in, let everything affect him like things should have many years ago. The feelings he felt as she held his hand, the feel of her warmth against him, her closeness.
"Elena I think we both know Klaus isn’t going to make any deal with my brother to save me." He finally says quietly, sighing a bit before glancing down at her slightly with his eyes. Her brown hair, her perfectly straight, angel like hair. He would never know how her days of being a vampire would turn out, if she felt the same as him, if he could even change to be a better person for her. It was all going down the drain so fast he didn’t know which way was up anymore. "Please…just…let me…apologize." he pleads with short breath, realizing it was getting harder to breath, hell…stay awake. "I’m sorry for what I did…taking your choice away. You didn’t deserve it….but…you should know…you probably already know…" he starts to say before stopping, feeling his muscles tense up as he coughed once again, moving his hand to wipe the slight blood that dripped down his face. "I know you love Stefan…and it’ll always be Stefan….but I love you." he murmurs softly before swallowing hard.
Katherine Pierce - Dark Horse (preview)
Kind of. I’m not really on too much anymore since I have real life to deal with lately and continue my career and school work, but when I do come on I feel like everyone I talk to isn’t on at the same time I am or just don’t reply. So maybe in a little while once everything settles down somewhat, I will find even more people to rp with.
Not necessarily but if the right situation came along or we could figure out something that I would like, then I would RP with anyone.