Post by Damon Salvatore on Mar 5, 2021 0:40:03 GMT -5
Damon knew someone was following him. He’d known it for a while now, and yet he kept up his leisurely pace through the cool night. They could follow him all they wanted, they weren’t going to get what they wanted. He wasn’t sure how long they’d follow him, but if they didn’t wise up soon he’d be leading them into a trap.
Finally, as his steps began to pick up ever so slightly, he caught a flash of steel in the corner of his vision. He whipped around, grabbing the assailant at the arm and using the momentum to flip them to the ground. Icy eyes took in the dark haired girl and, without a trace of a smile on his face, he took a step back and offered her a hand up.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a steely voice. Her presence sent warning bells ringing through his mind, but there was no immediate need for violence. It would be better to scope out the situation first. Not that he thought the devilish brunette would let him get a solid read on what she wanted. Even when there was no need to lie she seemed to find a fib that was ‘better’ than the truth.
Apparently she was in an ignoring mood because she ignored his offered hand and she ignored his question. "Now, is that any way to greet a sister you haven’t seen in three years?" she asked, getting up and finding her balance on her own. It took too long. He noted a hitch in her breathing, as though she were in pain.
Concern poked its head out of the hole he’d buried it in, but he pushed it aside. She would use anything to get under peoples’ skin and he wasn’t going to fall for it. "I didn’t hurt you, so drop the act." he retorted sharply.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." she shot back a bit too quickly. She was a good liar, but he’d learned her tells when they were kids and she could never quite get rid of them fully. It was only from years of observation that he noticed the overconfident posture. She was hiding something. And he was going to let her. Whatever fight she’d gotten in the night before was none of his business.
"What are you going by around here?" She may not be willing to tell him why she was there, but lying in response to that question could get her in trouble if they stumbled across anyone else and it would give him enough insight into what role she was playing.
"Mikaela Salvatore." she said primly.
Damon didn't know what to think of that. Clearly she was playing a game to mess with his head, but he couldn't figure out what it might be. Of all the names she could choose, she wanted to be a Salvatore. "Stealing my name?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"I am your sister." she shrugged. "If I’m going to be sticking around it's not like we can pretend to be strangers. Well, not unless your acting’s gotten better which I highly doubt." The last words were meant as a jab, he knew, but he was too distracted by the first part. If I'm going to be sticking around.
"You’re not staying." he said incredulously. She looked at him and nodded. The bitch. She knew he was trying to make a life for himself and she was trying to get involved and mess things up. The nerve. But this was why he'd put safety nets in place before leaving. No one in his dad's gang was allowed to mess with him. "Make sure you know what you're doing, dear sister, you're about to walk into a mess daddy won't like cleaning up for you"
He thought he had regained his composure. He thought his threat would resonate and scare her off. So why was she still smiling. "Silly Damon," she said in a sing-song voice. "If I was still working for him I'd still be in Italy. What would possess you to think you’re the only one that can live your own life, I’m far less suited to crime than you ever were."
"You can’t even make it through a single conversation without lying!" he snapped. She shrugged and he huffed. "Fine but stay out of my way. I’m not going to be your toy."
"Sorry, not interested," she shrugged. Not interested. Just like that. "See, I’m awfully new to America and you’re really the only person I know locally that I’m allowed to talk to."
Damon’s gaze caught on something behind his sister’s shoulder, but as soon as he spotted it he fixed his gaze on her blue eyes. He refused to let her know any potential weaknesses. Unfortunately reading faces had always been a talent of hers and she turned around. He couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine the smile as she said. "So what’s her name."
Elena. She couldn’t be allowed to get to Elena. It wasn’t like he was worried about her, but he didn’t want Mikaela messing up what he was trying to build. "I don’t know who you’re talking about." he claimed.
"Yes you do. Little miss perfect over there. I bet she was a cheerleader back in high school. Oooh that would be so adorable!" Mikaela’s eyes sparkled when she turned to look back at Damon. This wouldn’t be good. His gut told her to try to distract her with something else, but he knew she’d see that as evasion and just clamp down harder.
"How should I know." he shrugged. He tried very hard to keep his face hard and still, unreadable.
"Oh, so you really don’t know her? Then you wouldn’t mind if I have a little fun?" Red flags, brighter than the ones triggered by her mere presence, went up in his mind. A little fun. With Mikaela that could be anything from a few lie-filled conversations to a game of russain roulette.
"Stay away from her!" he growled protectively. Her sister wouldn’t get to Elena. He refused to let it happen. He’d fight her here and now if he had to.
Something in his stance must have said that because she threw up her hands in a peace-making gesture. "Alright, fine. I won’t talk to her today."
Damon shook his head. It wasn’t good enough. She didn’t want Mikaela talking to Elena at all. Besides not talking still left room for other things and Mik was a master at loopholes. "What do you want, Mikaela." he relented, knowing that if she made some sort of deal keeping her away from Elena she’d keep her word.
"From you? Nothing." she shrugged. Damon narrowed his eyes. What could she possibly be doing here if not trying to leverage something out of him? "Have a good day, cuchi." And with a smile that he couldn’t read, she vanished, leaving him to mull over the interaction in his mind.
Finally, as his steps began to pick up ever so slightly, he caught a flash of steel in the corner of his vision. He whipped around, grabbing the assailant at the arm and using the momentum to flip them to the ground. Icy eyes took in the dark haired girl and, without a trace of a smile on his face, he took a step back and offered her a hand up.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a steely voice. Her presence sent warning bells ringing through his mind, but there was no immediate need for violence. It would be better to scope out the situation first. Not that he thought the devilish brunette would let him get a solid read on what she wanted. Even when there was no need to lie she seemed to find a fib that was ‘better’ than the truth.
Apparently she was in an ignoring mood because she ignored his offered hand and she ignored his question. "Now, is that any way to greet a sister you haven’t seen in three years?" she asked, getting up and finding her balance on her own. It took too long. He noted a hitch in her breathing, as though she were in pain.
Concern poked its head out of the hole he’d buried it in, but he pushed it aside. She would use anything to get under peoples’ skin and he wasn’t going to fall for it. "I didn’t hurt you, so drop the act." he retorted sharply.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." she shot back a bit too quickly. She was a good liar, but he’d learned her tells when they were kids and she could never quite get rid of them fully. It was only from years of observation that he noticed the overconfident posture. She was hiding something. And he was going to let her. Whatever fight she’d gotten in the night before was none of his business.
"What are you going by around here?" She may not be willing to tell him why she was there, but lying in response to that question could get her in trouble if they stumbled across anyone else and it would give him enough insight into what role she was playing.
"Mikaela Salvatore." she said primly.
Damon didn't know what to think of that. Clearly she was playing a game to mess with his head, but he couldn't figure out what it might be. Of all the names she could choose, she wanted to be a Salvatore. "Stealing my name?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"I am your sister." she shrugged. "If I’m going to be sticking around it's not like we can pretend to be strangers. Well, not unless your acting’s gotten better which I highly doubt." The last words were meant as a jab, he knew, but he was too distracted by the first part. If I'm going to be sticking around.
"You’re not staying." he said incredulously. She looked at him and nodded. The bitch. She knew he was trying to make a life for himself and she was trying to get involved and mess things up. The nerve. But this was why he'd put safety nets in place before leaving. No one in his dad's gang was allowed to mess with him. "Make sure you know what you're doing, dear sister, you're about to walk into a mess daddy won't like cleaning up for you"
He thought he had regained his composure. He thought his threat would resonate and scare her off. So why was she still smiling. "Silly Damon," she said in a sing-song voice. "If I was still working for him I'd still be in Italy. What would possess you to think you’re the only one that can live your own life, I’m far less suited to crime than you ever were."
"You can’t even make it through a single conversation without lying!" he snapped. She shrugged and he huffed. "Fine but stay out of my way. I’m not going to be your toy."
"Sorry, not interested," she shrugged. Not interested. Just like that. "See, I’m awfully new to America and you’re really the only person I know locally that I’m allowed to talk to."
Damon’s gaze caught on something behind his sister’s shoulder, but as soon as he spotted it he fixed his gaze on her blue eyes. He refused to let her know any potential weaknesses. Unfortunately reading faces had always been a talent of hers and she turned around. He couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine the smile as she said. "So what’s her name."
Elena. She couldn’t be allowed to get to Elena. It wasn’t like he was worried about her, but he didn’t want Mikaela messing up what he was trying to build. "I don’t know who you’re talking about." he claimed.
"Yes you do. Little miss perfect over there. I bet she was a cheerleader back in high school. Oooh that would be so adorable!" Mikaela’s eyes sparkled when she turned to look back at Damon. This wouldn’t be good. His gut told her to try to distract her with something else, but he knew she’d see that as evasion and just clamp down harder.
"How should I know." he shrugged. He tried very hard to keep his face hard and still, unreadable.
"Oh, so you really don’t know her? Then you wouldn’t mind if I have a little fun?" Red flags, brighter than the ones triggered by her mere presence, went up in his mind. A little fun. With Mikaela that could be anything from a few lie-filled conversations to a game of russain roulette.
"Stay away from her!" he growled protectively. Her sister wouldn’t get to Elena. He refused to let it happen. He’d fight her here and now if he had to.
Something in his stance must have said that because she threw up her hands in a peace-making gesture. "Alright, fine. I won’t talk to her today."
Damon shook his head. It wasn’t good enough. She didn’t want Mikaela talking to Elena at all. Besides not talking still left room for other things and Mik was a master at loopholes. "What do you want, Mikaela." he relented, knowing that if she made some sort of deal keeping her away from Elena she’d keep her word.
"From you? Nothing." she shrugged. Damon narrowed his eyes. What could she possibly be doing here if not trying to leverage something out of him? "Have a good day, cuchi." And with a smile that he couldn’t read, she vanished, leaving him to mull over the interaction in his mind.
