Be Careful When You Bite Me

“That’s not true Damon, I love you, and when I get my hands on that lying filthy Holly-“

“Get out!”

I jumped up at the sound of Damon’s roar and felt the goosebumps line my skin. I’ve never heard him so angry before.

“Damon-“ Isabelle began again but he cut her off.

I seen Damon’s hands flash up faster then I could have imagined and grab Isabelle by her throat,” If you ever come near her, I’ll bury you dead with a stake right through your heart.”

Isabelle struggled to get Damon’s hands off. I got up and quickly ran down the hallway and back down the stairs to my room before anybody could tell I was there.

I didn’t know how long I should wait before I went out there again and part of me feared that my scent would have lingered in the hallways. I replied what Holly had said about me in her head.

She was clearly planning something and I had to get out of here before she does.

I thought of Damon and how angry he had gotten at her for making that threat about me.

Does he care? Do I?

It was becoming more clear that Luna had been right about Damon having a soft spot, whether it was for me or it was the fact that he was a good guy in general was beyond me. Part of me wanted to believe that it was strictly the fact that he’s a decent person, just like he tried to spare the jester, he was trying to spare me. Part of me knew that I was only trying to believe this to make it easier on my heavy conscious when I finally break out of here with Dimitiri.

What ever the case may be, I needed to get out of my feels and focus.

A light knock on my door brought me back to reality.

“Come in,” I replied and to the irony of the situation, walked in Damon.

“Hi,” he greeted, watching me as if I were made out of glass,” I just wanted to check on you.”

The same feeling of guilt rose yet again and I tried to stabilize my breathing,” I’m alright, thank you for last night.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smiled softly, making my heart melt just a little bit. I wondered what it would have felt like to fall asleep in his arms,” I’m getting ready to go to the village now, are you ready.”

I quickly nodded and stood up,” yes I am.”

followed behind him after fingering my bra to make sure the phone and the note

main garden where the same black car was waiting, two guards standing as if waiting for

couldn’t manage to find a way to break eye contact from him. I tried to blink my eyes but they were caught in the golden rays of his gaze. I pursed my lips to make out the words,”t-thank you,” but for some

couple of seconds until I regained control over the movement of my body and looked down at my feet before hurriedly getting into the car. Damon got in on his side and I could feel his gaze on mines. I avoided it completely for the entire car ride and kept my eyes out

began to memorize the street signs glued to the pavement brick

4th street....6th street.

The car finally came to a halt at 17th street and

into my bra and took out the note I had made for Dimitiri and shoved it up my sleeve. I mirrored then Damon’s actions and walked to his

why

always bring me a sandwich, it kinda

alright, don’t go

guard who stepped out of the car and joined

Shit.

don’t need a guard, it’s

walking away,” it’s not

had already disappeared down the street. I wondered what he was up to or what he was doing but I convinced myself that I didn’t care. I looked up at the guard who was glued to my side

have to be more

and I couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the people strolling the streets. They looked like something out of an olden day movie, hauling carriages with fruit and vegetables, dressed in rags for clothing, the main

there were other humans who didn’t

lady holding hands with a toddler passed by me, her small son looking up at me

despite the sudden feeling of dread that captured

that read 23rd street. I did a 360, trying to examine my surroundings and there it was. A small, sodden carriage with two wheels, the end of it was balancing on the wall. The carriage held apples, pears, oranges and banana. Standing beside the carriage, speaking with an elderly lady, was a lean but slightly build Dimitiri, who reached up to push back the

breath and thought of how I might do this. I

eyes aren’t

couple of casual steps towards the carriage, keeping my eyes levelled with the fruit. I felt the

Dimitiri. His voice was deep although he looked young. His bright blue

what Luna had said about asking him for

I was wondering if

second to register, his face had gone from blank to confusion to sudden realization and he said,” n-no, but I can get

I live in the castle, I’d need it

looked up at the guard nervously,” Okay, sure thing. I

with my sleeves until the note dropped to the palm of my