Chapter 6: Her breathing was soft and she saw herself naked at the feet of a particular ugly statue. She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw it. It was a deranged angel, with the head of a demon in its hand. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She was choking all of a sudden, white smoke claiming her throat, blocking her oxygen path. A figure was moving toward her, and she found that if she tried to move, the smoke tightened its grip on her neck. The figure came into the red light, and her eyes widened when she saw the face of the figure...Damon Salvatore. He looked at her, a usual smirk on his face.
"Am I dead?" she blurted out, but the voice belonged to something else. He merely walked over and stroked strands of her messy, unruly hair out of her face.
"You are in the middle...of death and life," he said. She frowned trying to comprehend what he had said to her. When she got up to move, he put a hand on her and her body started to shake violently. She collapsed; her eyes all of a sudden bloody red.
"What am I?" the voice that didn't belong to her asked. She crossed her eyebrows, unsure who was speaking through her.
"That," he said, pointing a finger at the Deranged Angel. "You're one of them." She stared at it, feeling thirsty for killing, all of a sudden.
"Can I kill?" she hissed like a serpent.
"Depends on who or what you want to kill," Damon said casually, leaning on the statue.
"You," the serpent voice hissed. "That's who I was meant to kill." Damon laughed, but there was nothing funny about the laugh. She was frightened, unsure of what to think.
"And, that my dear would be accomplishing the impossible...killing me." She jumped up at him, but he shoved her off. "Now, he said. Listen to what I have to tell you. I will kill you. You will see how it will benefit you." She was too stunned to speak, and it happened too quickly. He lunged and all trace of memory was lost from her. This time she didn't scream...
Blair burst upright from the sheets, sweating and in need of cold water. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare, she thought to herself, in a failing attempt to calm herself. Her pillow was draped in her own blood and she put her hand to where she had been bitten. She twisted to look at Damon who was sleeping next to her. She threw the bloodied pillow at his head. The scent, she knew, was too hard for him to resist. He bolted out of bed, eyeing her with an amused expression.
"Like it," she snarled. He nodded, tossing the pillow to one side.
"You'll be surprised. My love of human blood is more than just a stupid addiction."
"I think you already proved that to me about your addiction."
"Damn it!" Damon cursed out loud all of a sudden.
"What?"
"I gave you vervain!" Blair turned to him.
"Umm...I have no idea, what you're going on about."
"Here," he said, plucking it from her necklace. "Good thing you never take that thing off...but now I get to control your mind."
"Look," she smirked. "Try, but you'll never accomplish that."
"And why is that?"
"See," she said, snatching the small piece of vervain from him. "I found the herb you gave me...vervain or whatever, when I woke up in the hospital. So, now that you bring it up, I knew you were the one who saved me."
"Your point?"
"I'm getting there. Anyways, I broke the vervain into several pieces and put it into all of my jewelry and clothes. One because it has a unique aroma, and two because how dumb do you think I am. If I see something like that with me, do you think I'm not going to use it wisely?"
"God damn it," Damon hollered, officially angry. "Why did I give you that in the first place?"
"Ask yourself that question." Damon turned to look at Blair. He’d been right about her. She was very clever and manipulative, but he hadn't realized how clever and how manipulative she really was. He frowned at her.
"Still," he smirked. "I can kill you." Blair smiled maliciously,
"You can have fun trying." But Damon's brain was working quickly. He wouldn't ever kill her, she was too much fun. But he would transform her. They would be a team, hunting and killing for eternity. He reached over and stroked her cheek. Then he cut his arm, and pushed it into her mouth. "Drink up," he sighed. Blair did so, without having to be told twice...
"Am I dead?" she blurted out, but the voice belonged to something else. He merely walked over and stroked strands of her messy, unruly hair out of her face.
"You are in the middle...of death and life," he said. She frowned trying to comprehend what he had said to her. When she got up to move, he put a hand on her and her body started to shake violently. She collapsed; her eyes all of a sudden bloody red.
"What am I?" the voice that didn't belong to her asked. She crossed her eyebrows, unsure who was speaking through her.
"That," he said, pointing a finger at the Deranged Angel. "You're one of them." She stared at it, feeling thirsty for killing, all of a sudden.
"Can I kill?" she hissed like a serpent.
"Depends on who or what you want to kill," Damon said casually, leaning on the statue.
"You," the serpent voice hissed. "That's who I was meant to kill." Damon laughed, but there was nothing funny about the laugh. She was frightened, unsure of what to think.
"And, that my dear would be accomplishing the impossible...killing me." She jumped up at him, but he shoved her off. "Now, he said. Listen to what I have to tell you. I will kill you. You will see how it will benefit you." She was too stunned to speak, and it happened too quickly. He lunged and all trace of memory was lost from her. This time she didn't scream...
Blair burst upright from the sheets, sweating and in need of cold water. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare, she thought to herself, in a failing attempt to calm herself. Her pillow was draped in her own blood and she put her hand to where she had been bitten. She twisted to look at Damon who was sleeping next to her. She threw the bloodied pillow at his head. The scent, she knew, was too hard for him to resist. He bolted out of bed, eyeing her with an amused expression.
"Like it," she snarled. He nodded, tossing the pillow to one side.
"You'll be surprised. My love of human blood is more than just a stupid addiction."
"I think you already proved that to me about your addiction."
"Damn it!" Damon cursed out loud all of a sudden.
"What?"
"I gave you vervain!" Blair turned to him.
"Umm...I have no idea, what you're going on about."
"Here," he said, plucking it from her necklace. "Good thing you never take that thing off...but now I get to control your mind."
"Look," she smirked. "Try, but you'll never accomplish that."
"And why is that?"
"See," she said, snatching the small piece of vervain from him. "I found the herb you gave me...vervain or whatever, when I woke up in the hospital. So, now that you bring it up, I knew you were the one who saved me."
"Your point?"
"I'm getting there. Anyways, I broke the vervain into several pieces and put it into all of my jewelry and clothes. One because it has a unique aroma, and two because how dumb do you think I am. If I see something like that with me, do you think I'm not going to use it wisely?"
"God damn it," Damon hollered, officially angry. "Why did I give you that in the first place?"
"Ask yourself that question." Damon turned to look at Blair. He’d been right about her. She was very clever and manipulative, but he hadn't realized how clever and how manipulative she really was. He frowned at her.
"Still," he smirked. "I can kill you." Blair smiled maliciously,
"You can have fun trying." But Damon's brain was working quickly. He wouldn't ever kill her, she was too much fun. But he would transform her. They would be a team, hunting and killing for eternity. He reached over and stroked her cheek. Then he cut his arm, and pushed it into her mouth. "Drink up," he sighed. Blair did so, without having to be told twice...