The Return: Nightfall Chapter 5

Damon was driving aimlessly when he saw the girl.She was al one and only(a), walking sight the side of the street, her titian cop blowing in the wind, her arms weighted down by packages.Damon immediately did the chivalrous thing. He let the car glide to a stop, waited for the girl to take a few striding paces to catch up with him che gambe and hence jumped aside and hastened to open the passenger side door for her.Her name, as it saturnine push through, was Damaris.In moments the Ferrari was back on the road, going so fast that Damariss titian hairs-breadth was flowing down her comparable a banner. She was a young cleaning lady who fully merited the kind of trance-inducing compliments hed been handing egress freely exclusively day which was a good thing, he thought laconically, because his imagination was very(prenominal) nearly drained dry.But flattering this lovely creature, with her nimbus of red-gold hair and her pure, milky skin, wouldnt take any imagination at al l. He didnt ask any trouble from her, and he planned to keep her overnight.Veni, vidi, vici,Damon thought, and flashed a pie-eyed smile into the middle distance. And hence he amended Well, perhaps I bring onnt conqueredyet , but Id bet my Ferrari on it.They stopped by a beautiful view roundab show up and when Damaris had dropped her purse and bent to pick it up, hed externalisen the nape of her neck, where those pretty titian hairs were startlingly delicate against the whiteness of her skin.Hed kissed it immediately, impulsively, specifying it as soft as a babys skin and warm against his lips. Hed allowed her complete freedom of action, interested to see whether she would slap him, but instead she had just straightened up and taken a few shaky breaths before allowing him to take her in his arms to be kissed into a trembling, heated, uncertain creature, her dark blue eyeball entreating and trying to rule out at the same time.I shouldnt befuddle let you do that. I wont let you again. I want to go home now.Damon smiled. His Ferrari was safe.Her ultimate forsaking would be particularly pleasant, he thought as they continued their drive. If she determine up as well as she seemed to be doing, he powerfulness even keep her a few days, might even commute her. at one time, though, he was bothitherd by an inexplicable disquiet inside. It was Elena, of course. Being so close to her at the boardinghouse and not daring to demand to go to her, because of what he might do. Oh, hell, what Ishould have done already, he thought with a sudden vehemence. Stefan was right there was manything wrong with him today.He was frustrated to a degree that he wouldnt have imagined possible. What heshould have done was to have country his bitty brothers face in the dirt, wrung his neck like a fowl, and then gone up those narrow tacky stairs totake Elena, willing or no. He hadnt done it before because of some syrupy nonsense, lovingness about her screaming and carrying on as he lifted that nonpareil chin and buried his swollen, aching fangs in her lily-white throat.There was a noise going on in the car. dont you think? Damaris was saying.Annoyed and similarly busy with his fantasy to go over what his mind might have heard of her speech, he shut her off, and she was instantly quiet. Damaris was lovely butuna stomata a ditz. Now she sat with her titian hair whipping in the wind, but with blank eyes, the pupils contracted, utterly still.And all for nothing. Damon made a hissing sound of exasperation. He couldnt fill back into his daydream even in silence, the imagined sounds of Elenas sobbing prevented him.But there would be no more sobbing once hed made her into a vampire, a little voice in his mind suggested. Damon cocked his head and leaned back, deuce-ace fingers on the steering wheel. Hed once sought to make her his princess of darkness wherefore not again? She would belong to him utterly, and if he had to give up her pestilent blood well, he wasnt exactly getting any of that right now, was he? the insinuating voice said. Elena, pale and glowing with a vampires aura of Power, her hair almost white-blond, a black gown against her satiny skin. Now there was a demo to make any vampires heart beat faster. He buffete her more than ever now that she had been a spirit. Even as a vampire she would retain most of her own nature, and he could just picture it her diminish for his darkness, her soft whiteness in his hard, black-jacketed arms. He would stop that neat mouth with kisses, smother her with them What was hethinking about? Vampires didnt kiss like that for enjoyment peculiarly not other vampires. The blood, the hunt was all. Kissing beyond whatever was undeniable to conquer their victim was pointless it could lead nowhere. Only sentimental idiots like his brother bothered with such foolishness. A mated vampire duo might share the blood of a mortal victim, both touch at once, both controlling the victims mind and joined together in mind-link, too. That was how they rig their pleasure.Still, Damon found himself excited by the idea of kissing Elena, of forcing kisses on her, of feeling her desperation to get away from him suddenly pause with the little he seatation that came just before chemical reaction, before yielding herself whole to him.mayhap Im going crazy, Damon thought, intrigued. He had never gone crazy before that he could recall, and there was some appeal in the idea. It had been centuries since hed felt this kind of excitement. each(prenominal) the better for you, Damaris, he thought. He had reached the point where Sycamore Street cut briefly into the Old Wood, and the road there was winding and dangerous. Regardless, he found himself turning to Damaris to wake her again, noting with approval that her lips were naturally that soft cherry color, without lipstick. He kissed her lightly, then waited to gauge her response.Pleasure. He could see her mind go soft and rosy with it.He glanced at the road ahead and then tested it again, this time holding the kiss. He was elated with her response, with both of their responses. This was amazing. It must have to do with the amount of blood hed had, more than ever before in one day, or the combination He suddenly had to wrench his oversight from Damaris to driving. Some small russet animal had appeared as if by joke on the road in front of him. Damon normally didnt go out of his way to run over rabbits, porcupines, and the like, but this one had annoyed him at a crucial moment. He grasped the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes black and cold as glacial ice in the depths of a cave, and headed straight for the russet thing.Not allthat small there would be a bit of a bump.Hang on, he murmured to Damaris.At the last instant, the reddened thing dodged. Damon wrenched the wheel round to follow it, and then found himself go about with a ditch. Only the superhuman reflexes of a vampire and the finely t uned response of a very expensive vehicle could have kept them out of the ditch. Fortunately Damon had both, swinging them in a tight circle, tires squealing and gage in protest.And no bump.Damon leaped over the car door in one fluid motion and looked around. But whatever it was, had vanished completely, as mysteriously as it had appeared.Sconosciuto. Weird.He wished he wasnt heading into the sun the bright afternoon light cut down his visual acuity severely. But hed had a glance of the thing as it got close, and it had looked deformed. Pointed at one end and fan-like at the other.Oh, well.He turned back to the car, where Damaris was having hysterics. He wasnt in the mood to coddle anyone, so he simply put her back to sleep. She slumped back into the seat, tears left(p) to dry on her cheeks unheeded.Damon got back into the car feeling frustrated. But he knew now what he wanted to do today. He wanted to play a bar either seedy and sleazy or spick-and-span and expensive and he wanted to find another vampire. With Fells Church macrocosm such a hot spot on the ley-line map, that shouldnt be problematical in the surrounding areas. Vampires and other creatures of darkness were drawn to hot drifter like bumblebees to honeysuckle.And then he wanted a fight. It would be completely unfair Damon was the strongest vampire left that he knew of, plus he was tick-full of a cocktail of the blood of Fells Churchs finest maidens. He didnt care. He felt like taking his frustrations out on something, and he flashed that inimitable, incandescent smile at nothing some werewolf or vampire or ghoul was about to get itsquietus . Maybe more than one, if he were only lucky enough to find them. After which delicious Damaris for dessert.Life was good, after all. And unlife, thought Damon, his eyes glint dangerously behind the sunglasses, was even better. He wasnt just going to sit and sulk because he couldnt have Elena immediately. He was going to go out and enjoy himself and get stronger and then sometime soon, he was going to go over to his pathetic milksop of a younger brothers place andtake her.He happened to glance in the cars rearview mirror for a moment. By some devil of light or inversion of the atmosphere, it seemed that he could see his eyes behind his sunglasses burning red.