Damages (Part 1)

I had been in the Master Bedroom. I had on gloves placing Vervain around the closet door into a powdery substance, rubbing it on every where until it made the door look like it was painted on. "Everything's in order," I said to myself throwing the gloves carefully, making sure I don't the crap on my hands. I fed again before I came in here. I had Damon Salvatore follow me to this spot, the stupid idiot. I sprayed the room with lysol, completely killing the scent of the Vervain, so that Damon wouldn't know the difference. "Let the Damage begin," I said, waiting for the outraged Salvatore to come barging in like the true idiot he is.

Damon was more than annoyed to see the kid show up. Elena was here at this ball and he couldn't stand the thought of him being anywhere near her especially not after his threat. As soon as he saw him he'd followed him. He didn't care where he went or what he was up to he was just going to end this kid once and for all. He should have killed him in the graveyard when he had the chance.

As he approached the master bedroom where he knew the boy was hiding he straightened his leather jacket and stopped at the door. With one kick he kicked it off it's hinges sending it to the other side of the room. "You should have ran when you had the chance."

I smirked at Damon and said, "Now why would I do that, when I still didn't get to make a meal out of your Doppleganger Whore?" I asked, dashing at him, throwing him to ground grabbing him by the neck. I snarled at him, and said, picking him up, "I'm going to enjoy this," and throwing him into a huge glass mirror.

Damon growled, the sound bubbling up from the bottom of his stomach and right up to his throat. "If you so much as lay a finger on her, ill leave you wishing for death." He warned as he was suddenly threw into a glass mirror. "Great, now it's my turn." He smirked getting to his feet and rushing over to Galvin with a piece of mirror in hand. Once he had him pinned against the wall he shoved the long shard of glass into his stomach and twisted it.

"Not nearly as much as me."

I laughed as he twisted the knife in my stomach. "Oh that's very kind of you, but I have some very bad news for you," I said, dashing Damon's hold, having the glass in my stomach still I grabbed the gloves that had Vervain on them, and smeared it over on his face. "Vervain does wonders," I said, taking the chunk of glass out of my chest, then stabbing the Dazed Damon in the back.

Damons growl filled what would have been screams of pain as his face began to burn. He would not let him hear him in pain, that would give him the satisfaction he did not want him to have. Just as he began to get his senses back on track a pain pierced his back. Now he was annoyed beyond even words. Before even getting his senses back on track he spun around took Galvin by the neck and threw him across the room as far from him as possible to give him time to recover.

I landed on my own to feet grinning with excitement. Now, for the Climax, I thought, continuing to grin at the angry Salvatore. I backed up to the closet door, placing my hands on the door knob, blacking out, and my fangs growing. "It'll taste so good once I dig my fangs into your Doppleganger Bitch. I might even dig my fangs into your brother, and niece right within your sight, being completely useless to do anything." I said, laughing. C'mon! Take the damn bait, already! I thought to myself. The moment was so right. I was just itching for this moment!

Once Galvin was safely on the other side of the room Damon took a few seconds to wipe his face. He knew it was a little too late but he had to get it off anyway. He took a deep breath to cool himself down and smiled. "Go ahead by all means lead the way." He said holding his arm out towards the bedroom door as he slowly stalked towards him.

"I would love to see you get your ass kicked by a vegetarian." He smirked.

I smirked, pulling out a knife out of my back pocket. I quietly opened it, and said, "Well, sadly for you, you actually won't get to." I snarled, using my supernatural speed slashing my knife across his face. The blade was also laced with Vervain. I was extremely cautious and prepared. I knew the Salvatore Family were a bunch of oldies, so I decided to fight dirty. I grabbed the sledgehammer from my dufflebag that was laying on the bed, and drove the hunk of metal to his head, knocking him to the floor.

Damon growled once again. No one marked his face. He was trademarked for his good looks and sarcasm and no one was going to take that from him. Especially not some teenage wannabe. But just as he turned to make an attack a searing pain split his head open and he was left falling into the darkness.

I grinned as I looked at the unconcious Damon, lying groggily on the ground I started drag him carefully, but fast across the Carpet. "Goddamn, you're fat!" I said, grunting while pulling him into the closet. I finally put him in there, lazily, and shut the door. I used my supernatural speed to speed it up so that way, I could go find the other Salvatore, Stefan. I latched two metal bars, wrapping them around the sliding door handles, and connecting the doors together so that way if he wakes up He won't be able to break free. I took my bottle of powdery Vervain, and smeared it onto the chain and metal bars with another pair of gloves, so I didn't have to burn myself by doing it. I tossed the gloves onto the bed, and left the Master Bedroom, completely satisfied. "One down, one to go, but first things first, I might stop by to see the Doppleganger Slut," I said to myself, walking down the hallway back into the Gala. It was like I didn't even leave for the Upstairs part of the Mansion.

I walked over to the Doppleganger who, to my amusement had chugged her red wine. Damn! She chugged it like she was at a funeral! I thought to myself, trying to fight the urge to laugh. I got to her, offering my hand for a dance. I want to say, "Get up, ya whore, but instead, I said, "I'm sorry for the intrusion, but would you like to dance?" I said, giving her a sincere and gentle smile.

I had given her a smile, and gently grabbed her hand, putting my other on her waist. We glided through the Gala, dancing at the very center. I twirled and then brought her back to me, catching her, and gave her a smile as I looked down at her. "My name is Galvin, may I ask your name, miss?" I asked, even though I already knew her name. I was surprised that my fangs didn't grow or me blacking out at the smell of her blood. It's intoxicating. No wonder Damon didn't want me going no where near her," I thought, lifting Elena back up, leading her again. "You're a really good dancer," I said, smiling at her. I was going to compel her, but I smelled Vervain coming from her, so I knew it wouldn't work. Well, there goes my chance of having some of drug-intoxicating blood, but knowing Damon is pissed off for him knowing I'm with her is all worth while for now," I thought to myself.

I chuckled at her remark, and then she told me her name. "Well, it's nice to make your acquaintance, Elena," I said, smiling at her, lifting her up, then brought her down, with my right arm on her back, and my left hand holding hers. I smiled down at her, and said, "Thank you, but you must admit, it takes two to tango," I smirked at her, while quirking an eyebrow.