Damon

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Puntenslijper
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Lid geworden op: 17 jan 2012 20:34

Hee iedereen,

Wie de Vampire diaries kent, kent Damon. Ik heb een fanfiction over hem geschreven, hope you like it!

Hier is het begin:


Damon
They called him Damon. From the beginning when he was brought to live they called him Damon. Not even blinded by the almost hinted name of Demon beasts of darkness, hatred and pure evil. He was a black shadow concurring night without a single hint of motion. He was full with himself and loathed others who undermined him. He sucked the living, thinking and speaking blood vessels dry and always needed more, more blood. Blood the salted water of life with it stained red color. The delicious trembling thought of blood even made him shiver and made him murderous.


Feverish Elena almost fell in darkness , hands outstretched, reaching, climbing without something to hold on. Her whole body holding strongly on the last oxygen she had in her system. Her legs and arms already numb of the icy dark water. The worst of it all was that she was too exhausted to swim herself out of here and even if she could, she wouldn't, not without her parents who had already stopped fighting and looked like puppets tossed and turned by the strong water.
She felt a sob coming and with that sob her longs filled with cold liquid and without knowledging everything went black.

When Elena's eyes opened, she felt warm. How could she feel warm with the last remembrance of her body turning in ice?
She stretched like she always did when she had slept and woke up. But this stretch hurt so much!
"Be careful" a male voice sounded near her. "You haven't completely healed, that will take some time". Elena tried to sit up trying to known who this person was and where she was, but a strong hand held her down without any effort. Struggling against the hand, the hand disappeared and she flipped right up, her eyes searching the room for anyone, and then her eyes saw a flawless perspective of something that looked like a teenage boy, but this boy had the most dangerous dazzling dark eyes, perfect curved lips and black velvety hair. He was gorgeous! His eyes met hers and then he walked slowly but gracefully towards her with a wide grin and playful eyes…
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