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What Happens Next Part 9
"Don't peek!" Elena said, with her jacket still on as she held her purple camisole. She stood in Bonnie's kitchen waiting for his response.
Damon waved his hand. "By a gentleman's code, one should never peek at a lady's ankle. Go ahead. My eyes are sealed." He did the gentleman's double wave of his hand and bowed.
Damon watched her lower lip pout and his dead heart did a double beat. It should have been her lips he had kissed, not her evil twin, Katherine. Moments ago, he had gently taken Elena by the elbow into the kitchen to explain why she was undressed at the top and to give Bonnie space to locate Jeremy and Stefan.
What Happens Next Part 8
Lu-thump. Lu-thump. Lu-thump. Lu-thump.
Stefan heard the valves of his heart let borrowed blood flow. His dead heart labored from stress. What stress he didn't know. Coolness met his face. Quietness, rest, and peace coupled with the illusion of floating in darkness gave him the sensation that he was high as a kite. He hadn't experienced that since the seventies.
Lu-thump! Arghhhh! Fiery fingers burned the muscles in his hands and feet. Didn't see that coming! His eyes shot opened from the involuntary movement. He shouldn't have moved.
The walls and ceiling were blue-black dark. A beam of milky
What Happens Next Part 7
BROKEN - Pt1 (What Happens Next Parts 1-6 links in Comments)
Sure! Damon had the luxury of sucking blood out of anyone that had nothing to do with him. The down curve? They were in his path when he went on his killing spree on his return to Mystic Falls for Katherine.
Katherine! That Jackass of a vamp!
His face burned and the veins beneath his eyes puckered answering to his rage while he flashed through the abandoned hallways of Mystic Falls High School. Once he found that vampire who betrayed him, she'll wish she were dead as that former history teacher. What's his name? Yeah, that half-cocked, crazed Tanner!
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At vampire speed, Ste
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Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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