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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:03:05 GMT 10
Damon sat at the desk in the study that was part of his bedroom. He had laid in front of him the plans of the Getty Museum. It would be his first hit since Evea had come to stay with him and that would make it all the more interesting. Not only could he not draw attention to himself but he had to keep any picture out of the news so she wouldn't get suspicious. Not that he really had to worry. There may be a flat screen TV in every bedroom but they were never watched and Evea seemed more like the type to read books then watch TV. He had left her after dinner to get dressed for the night. She wanted him to stay with her and he'd told her he would but that he had to get up early and go take care of things. He'd told her that he was an art consultant... he talked to people before the made purchases on pieces of art which was why he brought pieces home at intervals of time as he had done. He left out the fact that he usually ended up forging really expensive pieces, keeping the real ones and selling the fake one for more then what the real ones would probably go for... there were things that Evea didn't need to be privy to... and his line of work was one fo them.
A knock at the door caused him to fold up the plans and stuff them in the drawer. He stood to see Helga enter the room carrying clean pajamas for him. A button up black shirt and black pants. The shirt was button up while the pants had the characteristic of sweats. He thanked her. She never brought his clothes until the evening which he found strange. He'd asked her once and she'd only smiled and shrugged, saying that was when she used to her own children's laundry and he was like one of her children... only she doted on him a lot more then the rest. She'd once told him that strictly between them he was her favorite and that had made him laugh. He enjoyed the fact that he was close to his staff. A lot of them were good at keeping secret and though they never really let out Damon was certain that a few knew about their master did every time he left the house and came back with either a painting under his arm or a camera full of pictures of a particular painting.. usually if he just had pictures it meant that something had gone wrong and he hadn't been able to get the actual piece... but if he had the piece that meant things had gone perfectly and it was time to break out the champagne and have a party...
Damon lit a cigar. He only smoked once in a while, when he felt like he needed to clear his head to think. Helga said she hated it but he was careful to put it out in an ashtray and it wasn't like he did it a lot. He doubted the habit would kill him anyway. The life he led he was going to be killed by a plan gone wrong or something like that. Not by the poisonous residues of a cigar in his lungs. When he'd finished the cigar he put it out in the ashtray and then changed into his own pajamas. Once he had done that he sprayed a cologne he had especially made him to cover up, or mix with the smell of the cigar. He didn't even knock on her door, he was certain she would be dressed by now and so he simply entered the room, and walked over to where she sat the the mirror. She smiled at him when she saw him in the reflection of the mirror and he smiled back. His blue eyes sparkling in the soft light of the lamp that was the only source of light in the room. He ran the brush through her hair ever so gently... feeling her silky soft curls slip through his fingers... he played with her and kissed the top of her head numerous times... there were no knots it was just pure beautiful hair and Damon found himself fascinated by it. He barely heard the soft "Thank you" that she muttered as he put the brush down, took he her hand, and led her towards the bed.
He sat down first but Evea seemed hesitant. He watched her with amusement as she gazed at the bed then back up at him as the bed implied something. He had told himself he would behave tonight. If Evea knew his reputation he doubted she would be so ready to let him stay in the same room with her but he told himself he could restrain... he could do it because she meant more to him then any of the other women he'd met before. Finally she sat down beside him and he took her hands gently in his own... their fingers entangling themselves with each other. She rested her head on his shoulder and he simply gazed out the window, his hand massaging the small of her back in a comforting way. "I already feel like I'm going to have sweet dreams" she whispered, her hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair off his face and he smiled, he hated the thought of her once again waking up frightened from a nightmare. "Do I get a good night kiss or..." she began, but even as she spoke she slowly inced forward and finally her lips claimed his. The kiss was soft and loving but at the same time there was an edge to it... a passion that he was surprised to discover.
Before he could get a grasp on how he felt about it she had pulled away from him. He was surprised the way his whole body seemed shake imperceptible to anyone but him. His hands had moved to cradle her face as they'd kissed and they now fell away. One rested on her thigh that was draped over his legs while the other rested on the bed, holding him up so that he could be close to her. He wanted so badly to kiss her and explore that feeling again but this was the first time that he questioned weather she would push him away. Any other woman that he'd slept with had practically been begging for it. In fact they were usually the ones that led him up to the bedroom, asking him where they could go to be alone he usually took them to his room and that was that... but Evea was almost acting as if she wanted him to make the first move. He wanted to tell her this wasn't a good time for a lesson about the birds and the bees but he kept from doing so.. she had a hard time dealing with his sarcasm and sense of humor. "I think, I know I'm falling for you." she whispered softly, her breath blowing onto his face in a tantalizingly alluring manner.
He closed his eyes. His pajama top was unbuttoned two buttons so Evea could just glimpse the muscular shape of his bare chest. Not that she hadn't seen him without a shirt before but he had yet to see her as vulnerable and revealed. Not that the nightgown was much for clothing anyway. "Why do you tempt me with clothes like this?" he asked her with a smile though inwardly he was struggling to keep from slipping it over her head and taking her right then and there. "You're only making it harder for me to behave myself..." he said as he ran a hand down the curve of her face and over her thigh, stopping where the dress stopped. He gazed at her for a long moment. He knew that if he kissed her he wouldn't be able to fight the emotions he was suppressing but if he didn't he would surely go mad. He leaned forward his lips only a few inches from hers. "I'm going to sleep in the chair..." he whispered as he kissed her forehead. "I think you should get some rest... we have a long day tomorrow... I want to get early to take you horseback riding at sunrise.. its the best time to go..." he told her as he pulled back the covers to her bed. He then noticed the expression on her face. "What's the matter?" he asked, he was concerned because she hadn't looked that troubled all evening.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:03:28 GMT 10
While she had been getting changed she had counted down the moments until she knew she'd climb into bed and close her eyes hoping that having Damon there with her would help. She felt safe with him, safer then she had ever felt knowing that he'd never harm or or let any other harm her a fact long ago proved though taking awhile to sink in and believe.
She hadn't heard him as he had walked into her room only smiled which earned her a smile in return as he seemed to catch onto her chain of thought picking up the brush and gently sliding it throw her hair. Now when she had lived with her parents her mother, when she was a child, used to brush out her hair every night and Evea had hated it the strokes to powerful and strong coursing pain and after a time she had sworn she'd never let anyone brush her hair again but now... as the fingers of Damon's free hand twisted in it his lips laying kisses to the top of her head she couldn't help but feel blissful having to thank him though her voice was only just a whisper.
When he took hold of her hand and lead her towards the bed she was still in that dream like state though as soon as he sat down she couldn't help but hesitate a little for never had she been left alone with a man and the last one whom had sat on her bed had held a knife to her throat cutting along it. With that very thought in mind she couldn't help but wonder if Damon had seen that scare she was careful to try and hide it, make up, covering it with her hair but the main hider was the necklace of two interlocking hearts the sign of her deepest desire.
Finally though she sat on the bed, Damon's hand slowly pulling her down, his fingers in twining with hers as she lay her head on his shoulder telling him that she already thought she'd have the sweetest of dreams. She knew his touch would linger on her skin even after his hand was gone and breathing in his scent would help fill her mind with images of him.
Unable to help herself her hand reached up and brushed a lock of his hair away from his face she finally asking about a goodnight kiss, for though she wasn't a little girl anymore she had always loved getting a kiss goodnight. Before he could answer though she had taken matters into her own hands....lips and leaning forward she had kissed him a passion within that seemed to surprise them both.
His hand had traveled to her cheek resting there as she had kissed him but now it rested on her leg both being draped over his making him feel closer to her out of the embrace that might be sheared if he took her in his arms. Finally after sitting like that for awhile the words that came from her heart swam upwards to dive out of her mouth and into the night she was falling for him plan and simple and with her whole heart.
She watched him as he closed his eyes hoping that he had heard her for she knew she wanted him to have though in her deepest heart she knew she'd say it again if need be. Her eyes then traveled downwards seeing the bearness of her chest trying to fight to urge to lay her hand there and feel the warm and heart beat that she knew would be there if only she moved her heart to the right place. Instead, she was brought out of these thoughts when she heard him pull in a deep breath.
"Why do you tempt me with clothes like this?" he asked her making her look down at herself not seeing the smile that had been on his lips thinking she had down something wrong but remembering that he had been the one that had chosen her clothes. "You're only making it harder for me to behave myself..."
Inwardly she shivered as his hand left her face pulling in a breath as it seemed to travel downward following the length of her night dress until he stopped where it stopped to then be held prisoner by his eyes making her think she'd do anything he demanded of her within that instant of time. She hardly breathed as he leaned closer breathing into her ear: "I'm going to sleep in the chair..." and as he kissed her forehead she knew she'd be travelling to cloud nine tonight.
"I think you should get some rest... we have a long day tomorrow... I want to get early to take you horseback riding at sunrise.. its the best time to go..."
Saying nothing, not that she could at that moment, she nodded letting him pull back the covers of her bed she moving down it a little before her mind seemed to cloud over and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"What's the matter?"
Damon's voice came on the breeze and for a long moment Evea simply said nothing but finally, with a shake of her head, she came back to the here and now.
"I'm sorry." she spoke at last "It's just I got a strange feeling that...."
Biting her lower lip she stopped she doubted he would have believed her anyway and so she simply put it aside.
"Won't the chair be a little hard on you? The bed is big enough for two and to tell you the truth I feel safer and happier when I feel your touch but..."
She then remembered what he had said before and standing up she quickly moved up the bed though that didn't stop the glimpse of flesh that where her legs as she walked.
"I don't mean to tempt you Damon really I don't, I didn't even realize I did maybe, maybe that's not such a good idea I mean... I want you close, now more then ever, but..."
Once again she let her words fall to an end her hand coming up to her neck her fingers dancing across the scare there.
"I know I'm going to sound like a fool but I can't help feeling that some thing's going to happen to you tonight."
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 13:50:06 GMT 10
He'd noticed that he and Evea were quiet different in many respects. For one she was a very intuitive woman that seemed to rely more on what her heart told her then what her mind wanted her to believe. He on the other hand was not intuitive at all. In fact every move he made was done with a logical reason behind it. Even now as he moved away from Evea he did it because he knew that if he stayed near her he would not be able to control himself and before she could stop he would make love to her weather she wanted him to or not. It would be his reaction to the stimuli of the revealing quality of her nightgown. He made a mental note to get her one that would cover her up a little better the next time went into downtown LA. Another thing that was different about them was their thoughts on this relationship between them. Damon tried to act certain while really he was very unsure about where this might go and at the same time he didn't trust her completely. No one could blame him of course but he wanted so desperately to trust her the way she trusted him. She was steadily becoming more and more comfortable with him while he remained unmoving at the same comfort level he'd had with her from practically the very beginning.
The look that came over her face in that moment drove all other thoughts from his mind and he gazed at her with blue eyes that were filled with concern. Was she alright? Was something the matter with the room? The bed? Did she not want him to stay with her tonight after all? So instead of speculating silently to himself since he'd never been one to simply jump to conclusions he asked her what was on her mind... what was bothering her that could make her look so utterly upset. "I'm sorry." she spoke at last and Damon wanted to laugh.. he noticed that she apologized for practically everything.. it was endearing in its own way. As if it were her fault or something like that. "It's just I got a strange feeling that...." she paused, as if suddenly realizing what she was saying and Damon knew that he wasn't going to know what the strange feeling was because the next thing she asked him was. "Won't the chair be a little hard on you? The bed is big enough for two and to tell you the truth I feel safer and happier when I feel your touch but..." she paused again and Damon wanted to tell her that he wasn't worried about her not feeling safe he was more concerned about him and what he might do if he held her that close all night long... she claimed she wanted it... but she didn't quiet know what it was... after all he was her first love... he was pretty certain of that.
He had sat down in the chair and folded one leg casually over the other. She looked at him as if disappointed and he wanted to assure her that he would be perfectly fine... he fell asleep in chairs quiet often, which was true.. he often fell asleep at his desk trying to solve some puzzle or encrypted message from a fellow con artist. "I don't mean to tempt you Damon really I don't, I didn't even realize I did maybe, maybe that's not such a good idea I mean... I want you close, now more then ever, but..." she paused again and as she sat back down on the bed he had to look away.. the way her nightgown shifted just enough to reveal a rather tantalizing part of her thigh. He could only imagine what it would it would feel like to have that silky smooth skin run beneath his fingers, softer then her hair and flawless... perfectly flawless. "I know I'm going to sound like a fool but I can't help feeling that some thing's going to happen to you tonight." she told him as she ran her fingers across her neck where he knew a scar to be. Damon smiled up at her... she was a very silly girl sometimes... his place had the best security in the city... probably even the state... nothing was going to happen.
He sat in the chair for a long moment simply gazing up at her and contemplating weather it would be okay to laugh or not. When he decided it against it he sighed and getting up he walked over to her. He rested his hands on her shoulders and gazed down into her face that was full of fear for him... he couldn't help but find it rather... cute. "Look I have night watchmen that patrol the grounds 24/7, all the doors are locked at night and there's always a couple servants moving about the house at any hour of the night... no one is going to get you or me alright..." he pulled down her covers and patted the bed. "Now go to sleep or you're going to be exhausted tomorrow alright." he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. "There's your goodnight kiss... I'm going to give orders to my valet to double the watch tonight... you'll probably be asleep when I get back..." with that he reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness he stepped away from her. He stood in the doorway for a long moment watching her as she seemed to fall right to sleep and once he was certain she had slipped into a peaceful sleep he slipped out the door and closed it in his wake.
OOC: Later that night. BIC:
Damon had lied he supposed. Well it couldn't really be considered lying since he didn't really know any better. He'd gone downstairs to tell Andrew to double the watch and just so he could say he'd done it he stepped out in the garden and started to patrol the perimeter of the grounds. The night watchmen hadn't made it here yet so Damon figured he would beat them to it. That was when a man, almost twice Damon's size came around a tree. He recognized him as a member of the Russian mafia (Damon had done is research) and knew that hew as in trouble. He felt something cold against the back of his head. The other man told him if he moved he would be dead so Damon did as they asked and slowly walked towards the door. As he reached the threshold he felt the man grab him by the shoulder. When his head hit the brick at first he was surprised at how his ears seemed to ring and every seemed to go blurry.. he'd never been disoriented before and the next thing he knew he was laying on the ground. He could feel the blood, rushing down his neck, staining his newly washed pajamas... poor Helga... she'd spent all days ironing his pajamas and she would have to do it all over.... again.... to... tomorrow.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 13:56:32 GMT 10
Ever since the first attack on her life Evea was scared of the night hours, you never knew what lingered in the dark, the things that it hid the nightmares within the night as well as in her mind. She knew that every time she closed her eyes the images would slowly form making her night anything but peaceful, something she should be used to by now but never would, for how could anyone get used to being killed over and over again each and every night?
As the time for sleep grew near Evea felt a change stir within her, more often then not the nightmares left her sad and scared but this time... this time there was more to it then that. Since that night long ago Evea had gotten a scene for when something was going to happen, a feeling almost a vision. They weren't always 100 per cent correct but when the hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood she couldn't shake the feeling that this time it was real.
Damon had moved away from her which may have been why the feeling had been blocked before, why there seemed to be something teasing the back of her mind but not getting through. She suddenly felt his eyes on her again and looking up into them she noticed they where full of shear, true concern leading him to ask her if she was alright.
None to sure where to start, or how to, Evea merely told him she was overcome by a strange feeling not saying truly what it was for she doubted he'd believe her and so she stopped. Instead her eyes went to the chair that Damon had said he'd sleep in Evea eyeing it for a moment or two not believing he'd truly be happy sleeping there. Remembering the bed she asked him about it, told him that she felt safer in his embrace but like her she knew he was hiding something, not saying something and so she stayed silent as he sat down in the chair crossing his legs one over the other.
It was then that she remembered what he had said before, about her tempting him so could that be the reason he stayed in the chair? She quickly told him that she didn't mean to be tempting him, didn't even realize she was or even how and finally agreed that maybe it was better he stay where he was, still that feeling of something happening just wouldn't go away.
As she rose to climb into the bed and in under the covers she noticed how Damon looked away from her was she really doing something to make him want to 'jump' her? Sitting down quickly she realized she couldn't hold it in any longer and so finally she revealed what she was feeling.
Of all the actions that he could of done she didn't expect him to smile, or to remain seated in the chair. She had opened up to him, he knew her life and all he would do was smile, maybe even brushing what she said aside... in truth it hurt a little but she also had to remember he knew nothing of her 'visions.'
Hearing him suddenly starting to walk over to her, her eyes came up feeling once again the warmth that ran over her skin as he placed his hands on her shoulders looking down at her.
"Look I have night watchmen that patrol the grounds 24/7, all the doors are locked at night and there's always a couple servants moving about the house at any hour of the night... no one is going to get you or me alright..."
She wanted to say something but held back, it was clear he wouldn't believe her and he may not of seen that guards, camera's and such could be gotten around and so when he simply once more pulled down the covers to her bed she simply this time climbed in.
"Now go to sleep or you're going to be exhausted tomorrow alright."
Nodding she closed her eyes as he leaned forwards and kissed her square on the lips helping to bath her peaceful warmth... at lest for a moment.
"There's your goodnight kiss... I'm going to give orders to my valet to double the watch tonight... you'll probably be asleep when I get back..."
Snuggling down into the bed Evea's eyes remained open for a few moments after the light was turned off, she heard his footsteps walk across the room but stop and it was in that time she drifted off, the slow rise and fall of her chest a tell tale sign she was asleep.
Later that night
Tossing, turning her head filling with images Damon somewhere and trapped. She saw him lying on the ground his head running over with blood, his skin pale and someone laughing over him leaving him to his death.
Sitting up right, her eyes flying open Evea's eyes went to the chair seeing the outline of Damon's figure but still something didn't feel right. Slowly she pulled back the covers of her bed and steep by steep she walked over to the form her hand reaching out as she got closer and closer.
Suddenly a hand shot out and taking hold of hers pulled it up painfully behind her back.
"Finally got ya" a voice snarled pulling her arm even further up tears rolling down her face with the pain.
"Where's Damon?" she cried fearing more for him then herself.
"Where you'll be come morning, dead."
Unable to believe it Evea suddenly filled up with hate and anger and for the first time she first fought through her own fear and reaching over to grad hold of something she fought back smashing a glass vase over the mans head.
With a thud she felt him fall to the ground the arm he had, had a strong hold of snapping making her scream but there was something more important then that.
Quickly she started to ran.
"Damon?" she shouted over and over again. "DAMON?"
Finally running into the garden she almost tripped over his fallen form.
"Oh god no."
Slowly so very slowly she bent down over him her dream coming true. Blood kept running down from his head and gathering up her nightdress with her teeth and good arm she ripped it apart gently pressing a part of it to his cut.
"Damon, please, can you hear me, wake up you have to wake up. You can't leave me, you can't leave the women that loves you."
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:02:30 GMT 10
Damon had never been unconscious before. He'd always wondered when people simply collapsed or were hit over the head and knocked cold what it must feel like and now he knew. Everything seem slow, especially his thought process and he decided that he didn't like it. He felt like he was trapped in side a slow hindering body when what he needed to do was get to Evea and tell her that she was right. It wasn't often that Damon admitted he was wrong or that someone else had been right. He supposed he lacked humility but the traits he lacked didn't really matter because he could every good, enviable quality in the world and that still wouldn't change the fact that he was laying on the ground of his patio out cold and wondering what was going on somewhere else in the house. He wondered if Helga had heard the commotion, or Andrew his valet, both of them had agreed to stay up and patrol some but he was pretty sure that Helga had gone to eat with her family and he'd Andrew walking to the end of the driveway with a flashlight... smart man... that one who hit his head agasint the door frame.. but Damon would think of a way to get out of this.
He became aware of the pain first. The throbbing headache that he now suffered and the ringing in his ears. He felt like all the blood was rushing to his head which felt as if it laid as heavy as lead. He tried to move his arms but nothing seemed to want to respond. He tried to lift his rock for a head and found that it only caused him more of a splitting headache. It was if someone was pounding against his skull with a hammer. He tried to roll over but couldn't do that either. Now this was just annoying. How was he supposed to get into the house if he couldn't even get up. He saw a flashlight shine on his face and he closed his eyes, at least he could do that. He tried to say something but the knot in his throat and his parched mouth kept him from doing so. Then he felt something familiar. His head was in someone's lap... he recognized her touch and the way she stroked his cheek and rested her hand momentarily on his jaw as if contemplating weather she wanted to keep going or just stay there. He wondered if she minded that he hadn't shaved for the past two days and some stubble was beginning to form there... some girls didn't... he'd never asked Evea what she liked.
Then he got another shock. He felt a warm puddle underneath. He wondered if it had rained and then he remembered that he'd hit his head... maybe that was from him... he was to sleepy to panic and he was tempted to yawn but couldn't for some odd reason. "Damon, please, can you hear me, wake up you have to wake up. You can't leave me, you can't leave the women that loves you." he heard Evea cry and he felt an intense pain in his head starting from where something had been pressed against it. He started to think more quickly and he knew that hew as badly hurt and that what Evea was doing was the right thing. Most of all he knew they needed tog et a doctor. "Evea..." he began slowly, his speech slurred and his voice hoarse. "Go get Helga... she's out at the servants quarters with her family... she and her... her daughter... are nurses..." it was all he could manage he couldn't give her directions and he couldn't come up with anymore ideas he just laid there.. trying to find more strength to speak but knew that it wasn't going to come quickly... he just hoped that while he waited he could stay awake.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:06:22 GMT 10
Of all the nightmares she had, had over the years it was this one that had to have come true. When she almost tripped over Damon and seen him lying on the ground blood forming around him she at first thought he was dead.
Slowly she had bent down gently placing his head in her lap not caring about anything else as she felt a slow shallow breath of air escape him still there was every chance she could lose him. Forgotten about her own life and that the man could come back and kill her she told Damon that he couldn't leave, telling him without words that she was here now.
Picking up her dress and using the one arm she could move she ripped up her nightgown long strips now missing around her middle showing of her belly, another strip taking from the hem line of the dress now showing off more of her legs and last of her her upper half just enough left to cover her.
As gently as she could she pressed one piece to his head knowing that soon she'd have to replace it, the lose of blood around them already telling her all she needed to know.
"Evea..."
Never in his whole life had she been so glad to hear her name but never if her life had she hated the way it sounded, slow and slurred.
"Go get Helga... she's out at the servants quarters with her family... she and her... her daughter... are nurses..."
For a moment or two Evea closed her eyes the question of what to do weighting heavily on her mind. She didn't truly know where the servant quarters lay nor did she know where to find Helga Damon could die while she was looking.
"No" she said at last. "No I can't leave you, you could go to sleep and... and you'd never wake up. That man could came back while I'm gone. Damon listen to me you have to try and get up you have to stay away."
Tears rolled down her face mixing with Damon's blood as something suddenly took her over. Lifting Damon's head gently she discarded the part of her dress that was now covered in blood taking up the other two strips one she folded over and over again and pressed it to the cut the other she used to tie it around his head.
"I'm going to get you up if you're on your feet you'll be less likely to want to sleep."
Laying his head back down for a moment she stood and reached for his hand not really knowing how she was going to go about getting him up.
"Damon please you have to help me at lest try to get to your feet then maybe you can lean on me."
In the back on her mind she knew she could never pick him up but maybe just maybe she could do something she had seen her father do.
Bending over she took hold of Damon her hands and arms going under his lifting his upper half off the ground and started to pull him slowly she steeping backwards hoping she wouldn't bump into anyone. Slowly but surly she got him into the house and now it was time to get someones attention she knew that Damon would hate what she had in mind but opening her mouth she screamed at the top of her lungs knowing that someone would come, the question being if it would be one of the servants or the last person she ever wanted to see.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:09:41 GMT 10
Sleep had never seem so inviting. He found himself giving away to the memories that wanted to overtake his mind. He was seven. Living back in Texas on the ranch that his family had owned. He'd been young but precocious but he'd loved indulging in the careless games of a child. The flashback came and went. One moment he was in pain the next he was not and it slowly came and went until the flashback stayed. He could hear laughter behind him and he saw Elena running to keep up with him. They had been best friends. Her black hair flew behind her and made her look younger then they were. They were racing to the small creek that ran behind their home. Their father was out herding the cattle in with Landon and they waved to the two on horses. He bragged to his sister that one day he would get to ride a horse like Pa and Landon. She only stuck her tongue out at him and took his momentary pause as a chance to get ahead. She had never been able to out run him and they bounded through the wheat that was ready for harvest. When they hit the corn the sound of the struggling through the stalks bigger then them made them giggle with excitement... as the memory faded into darkness once more he could hear the sound of Elena's laughter mingled with his own.
He had to restrain of groan of pain when he first came back to reality. His head felt as if it were made of lead and he couldn't even open his eyes at first. He lifted his hand slowly to eyes and wiped them as if something were impairing his vision but he just knew it was from the force with which he had hit his head. He could feel Evea hovering somewhere beside him and he tried to comfort her by taking her hand but that was all he could do... he could barely find his voice to tell her that she needed to go get help. "No" she pleaded with him softly but he could say nothing to assure that he was going to be okay... maybe because he wasn't sure... and for once he was afraid that he wasn't. "No I can't leave you, you could go to sleep and... and you'd never wake up. That man could came back while I'm gone. Damon listen to me you have to try and get up you have to stay awake." she told him and he knew she was right. That was his number one priority at the moment.. he needed to stop letting his memories resurface and focus ont he present even if the pain was excruciatingly unbearable and it seemed that there was no end to it. He tried to say her name but he felt the world around him start to spin so he stopped and closed his eyes... speaking was out of the question.
He felt something warm hitting his face and he opened his eyes to see that Evea was crying. He pitied the poor girl. Pitied her to the point that the love her felt for her was momentarily forgotten and he was reminded of just how young she truly was. What right did he have to her? She was so naive in the ways of the world... how could she ever cope living with him if she ever found out who and what he truly was. "I'm going to get you up if you're on your feet you'll be less likely to want to sleep." she said and he made no protest as she clambered to her feet and offered her his hand. He wanted to laugh and ask if she was joking but he simply gazed at her helplessly... his desire to make a joke out of it virtually nonexistent in the midst of the pain. "Damon please you have to help me at lest try to get to your feet then maybe you can lean on me." she begged softly and Damon sighed... this was a joke... all of it.. he could get up if he wanted to but he just wanted to lay here. He felt her arms go around him and start to pull him up. He tried to help but every time he put weight on any part of his body the room began to spin around him and he felt as if he were going to be sick.
She had somehow, by some miracle, managed to get him to his feet and he staggered, trying not to put all his weight on her but not knowing what else to do as she helped him through the dining room and into the living room. She let him sit down on a couch and he reclined against the arm... his head rolling back... his eyes closing. Suddenly she began to scream and his eyes snapped and he looked at her... saying in a harsh voice. "Evea stop... you're going to wake the whole city..." he said and then it dawned on him what she was doing and he closed his eyes, letting her scream until he heard familiar footsteps.. Helga. The older woman entered the room... took one look at Damon and rushed out. She returned moments later with instructions for Evea to help him lay down. she said they needed to wrap his head. "Just... don't mess up my... hair..." he told them weakly and Helga slapped him playfully on the arm. "I think that's the least of your worries master Damon..." she said and he felt himself slipping away.. he could Evea calling him and Helga telling her it was okay... that maybe it was best if he slept a little bit... she would monitor him closely... Damon couldn't help but think maybe he should give Helga a raise.. she did an awfully good job with the curtains and centerpieces... and with that thought... he finally fell asleep.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:15:15 GMT 10
It was hard enough to clear her head of worries of nightmares in the best of time, now living one, it seemed impossible. With Damon laying on the ground, his head bleeding and for all she knew slowly dying it didn't help her think what had to be done next. Stop the bleeding, she had said to herself, she had to stop it or at lest try, she had to get him up, he couldn't stay her and he couldn't sleep, above all he couldn't be let to close his eyes again.
When his hand moved she could tell that he at lest had some strength in his, hoping that he could pull on more, she wasn't about to loose him not now. She needed him, more then she ever thought she'd ever need another in her life. Needed him like the Earth needed the sun and rain, she needed him to love her and she needed him to love.
Finally her nerves seemed to settle as he took claim of her hand all she wanted to do was hold it and never let go but she knew that wouldn't help anyone but it seemed to be the key she needed. As soon as he had taken hold of her hand the nightmare that was unfolding stilled showing her that she could take control.
With a force in her voice Evea told him that she wouldn't be going anywhere and though the tears feel from worry and of the pain of her shoulder she told him that he had to get to his feet.
The look he gave her as she offered him her hand was seeming one of joked question, 'Evea look at me how the hell am I meant to just stand?' it seemed to say but Evea wasn't about to let that get to her if he just took her hand she could figure out the bed way to get him up, how much pressure to use and strength where to stand.
Finally, finally she realized that no matter what he did he'd fall, his eyes where already out of focus at that was her main worry knowing that it could be a sign of damage to his brain. Somehow though pulling all together all the strength she had and pushing aside the shoulder that felt well and truly like knives where digging in she got him to his feet and slowly moving, one steep at a time.
Though the house room by room she gently let him rest on the couch before she started to scream. She could have gone and gotten someone, she knew that but that's not what she wanted and there was no time.
"Evea stop... you're going to wake the whole city..."
The harshness of his voice hurt a little but setting her jaw she went on screaming knowing that it must be killing his head but for the moment not caring, it was better then him being dead and it got the results she wanted.
Running footsteps could be heard and finally she let herself fall to the ground catching her breath before her eyes turned back to the servant Helga who barked orders at her asking her to help lie Damon down a look of worry entering young Evea's face as Helga told her that she'd now replace the wrap around his head.
"Just... don't mess up my... hair..."
Despite everything Evea smiled at hearing this but the tears and worry where still there.
"I think that's the least of your worries master Damon..."
Evea watched as her make shift wrap was taken away her eyes growing wide at the sight of blood, the cut that it came from calling out Damon's name as she saw his eyes closing feeling Helga's soft gaze telling her it would be okay.
Somehow she knew it would knew it would never be, for this, all of it was her fault.
A few hours later.
Tired red eyes looked down at the still sleeping form of Damon under his bed's blankets, his head wrapped, his face pale. Evea held tightly to one of his hands one eye on the clock that was near by and one watching for any other signs of life other then the slow rise and fall of Damon's chest.
It had been hours and Evea's heart still raced. She had refused to change, to move or let anyone look her over she had remained glued to her chair beside Damon as soon as his servants had put him there.
"Damon, please, you can't leave me." she whispered at one point leaning over and brushing her lips to his. "I love you with everything in me, please, please."
She was going crazy with worry she was driving her self nuts. Not wanting to leave him but knowing she had to calm down she started humming, the music from the party that frist night she had come to be here. Her voice filled the room her eyes growing heavy but she wouldn't sleep, she couldn't sleep.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:21:05 GMT 10
Damon was dreaming. It had been a long time since he'd dreamed. Perhaps because his reality was so much more exciting and thrilling then any thing his subconscious could concoct but now he was dreaming and he knew it. He wasn't a little kid and this wasn't a memory. He was walking down a deserted street of LA that was normally fully of people. He knew that he was carrying out a job because he had that familiar sense of excitement and his black leather briefcase in his hand. He looked like a lawyer going to court or a businessman going to a meeting. He slipped his sunglasses on and watched for anyone who might be trying to follow... but there was no one. He started climbing the steps of a museum and walked in the front door. No one was here either. This was to easy. The thrill was gone because there was no one there to fool... no one there to try and hide what he was doing from... he could grab every piece in here and there was no one here to stop him. He'd never been much of a dream interpreter but mentally he was assuming that this meant he needed to start getting out again. He lounged against the wall just hoping someone would come around the corner that he tell the story to but no one ever did... he was alone... and so he got up, grabbed the vase he'd come for and walked out the door... not even an alarm sounded.
When the dream faded away he thought of a client that had called him last week and he'd turned him away because he was busy dealing preparations for Evea to leave... now that he wasn't he supposed he could get back in to things... have meetings in his office and plan out his little expeditions where no one would know about them. The fun of it would come in hiding it from Evea, in telling her that he was going to a meeting about stocks and that he might do a little browsing through some art collections downtown. He knew she wouldn't ask questions... she trusted him to much. He felt a strange feeling int he pit of his stomach and he recognized it as boredom. He was the family man type... he'd known that.. he wanted thrills and unpredictable evenings with different women. He wanted someone who knew what they were doing... someone that he could fight with and clearly win because they knew how to fight just as hard as he did. He wanted that and it occurred to him in that moment that Evea may not be able to give that to him... she was to sweet.. to submissive.... and much to naive to be able to allow Damon to live the life that he wanted... he pushed the thoughts away then. He told himself they were a result of whatever drugs they had given him to help him sleep...
Then a sound penetrated his mind and he felt like he was running towards it. A beautiful sound.. something he couldn't understand and he found himself wanting to reach it so badly. Just when he reached out to grab it his eyes snapped open and he was gazing up at the ceiling of his room. He was breathing rather heavily, as if he really had been running and he rolled over and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he became aware of Evea's hand in his. She hadn't noticed that he was awake. In fact it look almost as if she were asleep. He lifted a hand to his eyes and rubbed them. Glancing at the clock it said six in the morning and he realized that he had been out for six hours. He carefully untangled his fingers from hers and got up. Walking over to his desk... well more like staggering... he sat down in the chair and put his feet up like a typical morning. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number. The man that answered sounded rather tired but not annoyed and so he spoke. "Damon Caffrey here Chet.. I know you called me last week about my work..." Damon said and the man seemed pleased that Damon had gotten back to him. "How does two weeks sound? It is... well maybe I'll have to charge a little more..." Damon paused as the man asked him if he wanted him to go get it. "No I'll just bring it to you... well you decide the price when you see it... no... alright.. I'll talk to you in two weeks... no problem... bye..." Damon hung up the phone and looked towards the direction, he was surprised that Evea hadn't awakened but he supposed it was good.
He felt a little light headed and unsteady on his feet but he was able to get dressed. He needed to get the painting the man wanted and forge it as soon as possible that he could keep his promise of two weeks. He pulled on his black leather jacket and his sunglasses and grabbed a cigarette... it would calm him down. He lit it with a lighter her found in his pocket as he made his way down the stairs. The look in Helga's eyes when he reached the bottom stopped him. He had on his black fedora that he often wore the bandages could not be seen but she looked unhappy with him. "Where are you going master Damon?" she asked with obvious curiosity, she sound like a mother ready to scold a child for trying to sneak out late at night. "I have a meeting with a client Helga... its kind of important..." he said, snuffing out the cigarette on an ashtray... she didn't like it when he smoked... even if it was only one every few months... "Not in your state you're not..." she said and Damon heard a sound behind him. He didn't have to turn to know it was Evea. "Look both of you..." he said looking at Helga then up at Evea's concerned face. "There's something I need to take care of alright... I haven't worked at all since Evea's been here and I need to..." he said, staring mostly at Helga and the woman seemed to see the desperation in his eyes for she stepped aside. "Fine... go... " she said nothing more... she knew somewhat of what her master did but not all of it... but he knew it was a secret she would take to her grave and with a smile he adjusted his hat and headed for the door.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:29:12 GMT 10
As much as she hated them to Evea's eyes grew heavy the redness from them making them painful to keep open and the crying she had done, the pain in her shoulder it all seemed to lure her into sleep.
Just as the clock seemed to be headed for 6 Evea's blue eyes butterflied closed remaining that way as if locked, the sealed never to open again. She didn't feel the slight stir that seemed to rouse after that, nor feel the movement of fingers within her own. In a hazed background she could just make out the sounds of footsteps but thought nothing of them knowing that Helga checked up of the pair every few hours.
In the back of her mind she heard a male voice catching almost every other word but they seeming to refuse to meld together in her sleeping mind. Instead something else seemed to take it's pace, a dream of sorts of maybe a vision only a new kind, someone pulling away someone that seemed to make her heart rip with a betrayal of some kind coursing her a greater pain then she ever knew, more so then death and taking something with them... what she didn't know.
Her eyes flew open, they then scanning around the room.
"Damon?"
Panic started to rise, he was no longer in the bed her mind coming up with all kinds of things and all of them bad, surly he wouldn't leave without waking her, didn't he know her better then that?
Getting up she pretty much ran to the door hearing voices somewhere off, not to far ahead.
"Damon?" she whispered to herself but surly it wouldn't be and yet as she walked down the stair and into the hall way she found out it was.
Well at lest he's up she thought to herself and trying to give me the slip the concern was still there, it evident on her face but inwardly she hurt hadn't he seen or at let heard how worried she had been when she had found him. Didn't he realize how much she hoped he'd awake when he had been out cold afraid that he'd die?
Her train of thought stopped when his gaze come to meet her face, but only for a moment making her think he didn't see her at all and that feeling of being pushed away again suddenly seemed to creep back into her mind.
"Look both of you..." his voice had come, it seeming strong unlike the rest of him. "There's something I need to take care of alright... I haven't worked at all since Evea's been here and I need to..."
And there it was a top her worry and concern she could now see he didn't see her at all. His words cut like a knife and she felt like he was blaming her for something more then what she knew to be her fault. Never once had she tried to pry into his life, his world still a mystery to her, never had she known what his job truly was and now... now it seemed as if he blamed her for being unable to do it... hadn't he asked her to stay?
She was about to open her mouth when Helga opened hers.
"Fine... go... "
Hearing this Evea's head came up but her eyes went wide when Damon simply left not even a word to her or a glance. Now that he had her back she felt like he was pushing her away, her bottom lip trembled and she bit down on it hard.
Saying nothing she simply walked back up to her room and shutting the door behind her she locked it, seeing the body gone but the still scatted glass.
Walking over to the writing desk Evea sat for a long time her head in her hands she now not caring about her arm or if it ever mended.
Pulling away again, that's what it was no one seemed to listen to her and lest of all Damon and then it dawned on her... he simply didn't trust her.
Getting up she knocked a book of her table and bending to pick it up from within the glass she cut herself blood dripping from her hand but Evea didn't even notice. Her diary the book that held everything and always remained locked.
Now inserting a key from a bracelet around her wrist Evea turned the lock and taking up a pen she started to write the ink running with tears and mixing with blood.
I would have been better off if this guy had killed me.
She wrote.
At lest then I wouldn't feel the pain and the brush off Damon seemed to give me as soon as he awoke. Would I even had known that he was alive and alright if I hadn't of woken?... I don't blame him though, how could he have even forced that glance after what I did to him?
I hurt everyone I care for, I should have left better yet I should have stayed home. A dream my life was never meant to be and he my prince... a prince that doesn't even trust me.
She wrote longer but then finally stopped waking over to the bed but falling short of it slumping down as her hand reached up graping hold of the two interwoven hearts around her neck.
"Is there such a thing as love, or is it just a trick?"
And there she sat within the darkness not a sound coming from her or the room.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:34:40 GMT 10
Damon returned home late that night and under his arm he carried a painting. It wasn't that he had taken all day to get the painting, rather he'd made a few detours, like he'd gone to one of his favorite bars and met a woman.. a beautiful woman who's face he could see when he closed his eyes. Her name was Katherine Oblonsky and she absolutely one of a kind. He couldn't recall ever being so enthralled by a woman and when he stopped in front of his home he sat in the car for a long time simply thinking about her. At the same time she frustrated him... she frustrated him to the point that he was slowly losing his grasp on the priorities that he had established. He leaned back in the driver's seat, draping his arm over the edge of the car. He'd taken the bandage off his head and was glad to see that there was now hair missing or anything. It amused him that all he cared about was his looks when he'd become so close to death. He ran a hand through his hair that had been washed while he'd been at a friends house. He'd stop there, had Chancey look at it, declare him fit enough to hit the night life and then gone out, wearing a suit that he purchased with the three thousand dollars he'd had in his pocket.
He found that he was in an awfully good mood. Yet there was a hunger gnawing at him and it wasn't a physical hunger. Almost as if his soul were pining for something that he couldn't quiet understand. He thought about the girl that was probably already asleep and how she was so naive and knowing compared to the woman he had just met. He could never bring Katherine here though... because he wouldn't know how to explain who Evea was. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hand. He felt like a man trapped in a cage in the middle of the desert with water just out of his reach.. he could see it but he didn't quiet know how to get there. This woman that he'd met hadn't even told him her name... he'd had to figure it out by asking people once he'd walked out the club, he was right in assuming that most would know her and they had... Katherine Oblonsky... they'd told him that she was going to school for music and Damon nodded.. it amused him to know since he'd taken piano and could empathize with her... he wondered if he could drag her to a play or two.. though she didn't seem like that type to just let him in... he had to fight her in order to take her out on a date.. though he had left her with a time and place.. a week from today... it was one of the nicest restaurants in Los Angeles and he would be taking her there fof a first date assuming she showed up.
He finally got out of the car and walked up the steps, tossing his keys to one fo the servants that came out to see his master home. "Park it where I can easily get to it... i have errands to run int he morning." he told the valet after retrieving his 'package' out of the trunk and handing it to another servant with instructions to put it in the gallery... he was going to a florist tomorrow to set up daily deliveries of a single red rose, like the ones he had in vases throughout the house... they reminded him of the woman he'd met... passionate and beautiful yet capable of inflicting pain and knowing just how to do it. The thought lavishing the woman in gifts excited him even though he hadn't known her two hours.. thoughts of their conversation floated back to him as he locked the front door and he found himself whistling as he climbed the stairs. He paused in front of Evea's room then entered his own room. Tossing his hat on the bed he undressed and gazed at himself in the mirror without a shirt on. He closed his eyes again and pictured Katherine... then he couldn't take it anymore and with more ferocity then he intended he shut off the light and walked across the hall into Evea's room.
He walked right over to the bed and lowering himself down beside her he took her tiny body into his arms and started to kiss her. When he closed his eyes it was Kate's body he imagined in his arms. He felt her resist beneath him at first. "I love you..." he whispered... he knew that he had hurt her today when he'd just left but he also knew that if he'd looked at her the goodness that she seemed to radiate would have kept him from going and he had to go... now he wasn't quiet himself... he was certain that Katherine's perfumed lingered on him along with the scent of alcohol and his own personal cologne. When she struggled he let his lips run across the flesh of her neck. "Just two days ago you were begging me to..." he reminded her, his touch wasn't gentle like usual but it wasn't rough either. He slowly began to unbutton her nightgown and when she slapped his hand away he smiled. "Really... why fight it?" he asked her and he pushed her hands away and he started to unbutton the nightgown. "Don't you love me anymore?" he asked her innocently as he removed the nightgown from one shoulder and pressed his lips gently to the flesh there. "This is lesson number two..." he said not caring that her body was trembling... he couldn't have Katherine... so he woudl have to settle for the woman he could have.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:40:09 GMT 10
It seemed like hours before Evea pulled herself up with her one good arm she could fill the bits of broken glass cutting into her feet as she moved but at this point she simply didn't care walking over to her cupboard she pulled out a new nightgown tossing the other to the side then walked back over to the bed climbing into it.
She was tired beyond all reason, her eyes feeling heavy and there was no point in waiting for Damon, would be even come to see her when he returned in the back of her mind she already knew the answer, she had known it all along. No one could love her, no one would ever truly love her all they saw was money or something else, something that she didn't think she had until Damon had told her she did but... he was pushing her away and she cursed herself for not leaving before she got in to deep.
A few hours later
Sleep had finally taken her over, the morning sun of early morning shinning on her face that was bathed in her golden hair her rose lips slightly apart her light breath coming from them.
It was as if in a dream that she felt arms going round her, her eyes shooting open before she even had time to grasp what was going on only fighting her body trying to make them let her go as kisses seemed to rain.
"I love you..." a voice whispered within her ear which she soon realized belonged to Damon, but something was wrong.
His hold was soft yet demanding. His breath was heavier then normal and a mix of two smells filled her noise that she knew weren't normal for him, alcohol and... a ladies perfume that wasn't her own making her heart cry out in pain as his kisses seemed to travel downward.
"Just two days ago you were begging me to..."
Her gaze turned to him a look of question on her face what in the world was he talking about? She had never begged for such a thing, was he truly that drank or had she said or done something to make him think differently?
She tried to fit him off but he had her rather pinned the only part she was able to move was her hand and just an inch at a time though this was forgotten as Damon's hands suddenly went to the buttons of her nightgown but with that came her hand slapping him away his hold suddenly seeming to become tighter his gaze coming to meet hers panic filling her all over again at what she saw there.
"Really... why fight it?"
She cringed letting out a cry of pain as he took hold of her arms and moved them so they wouldn't get in his way anymore tears filling her eyes. Was he truly going to claim her and...and rape her? She didn't think he was that kind of a man but his hands once again went to her nightgown, his gaze hard and sure.
"Don't you love me anymore?"
Her tears stopped for a moment as did her breath.
"Don't you think you have that backwards?" She breathed as his hands slid over her painful shoulder laying kisses to it coursing her to scream out.
"This is lesson number two..."
If lesson number two was rape she'd hate to know what the rest of them where. She tried to fit him off but even in this strange state of his he was still so much stronger then she her one good arm had become somehow pinned underneath her, her legs though kicking out didn't connect with anything and that's when she died inside a name passing over his lips but it wasn't her own, not even Staysha what he used to call her but Kate a name she had never heard before and yet somehow knew.
Finally anger pure and strong over took her and with the only part of her that was free she moved her head forward and smacked her head against his.
"Get off of me." she screamed "And don't dare touch me again."
She moved quickly from the bed and this time slapped Damon as hard as she could with all the anger and pain inside her the force of the slap hitting his cheek could surly be heard for miles.
"How could you? I loved you and now you try to..."
Shacking her head she simply couldn't stand it and so she ran and right down into the stable jumping onto one of the horses backs to ride off into the sun rise not caring where she went only feeling her heart ripping apart.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:45:04 GMT 10
Damon sat in the darkness of Evea's room for some time gazing at the wall that he'd had painted long ago. It was a soft blue, not to pale but not to dark either. It was almost soothing and the white linen of the bed set the tone of the color off nicely. Damon had asked the Helga bring him a drink and she had done so. She'd said nothing about Evea not being there or his half buttoned shirt, tousled hair, and wrinkled pants. Damon didn't want to talk about anyway and so he simply sipped his wine and sat there listening tot he sounds of the night as the hours wore on. He wasn't tired. He was far to alert to be tired. The adrenaline that he felt as he'd kissed Evea and tried to take advantage of her was still coursing through his veins. The thought of what he'd almost done made him sick but the motive behind it, the fact that it was another woman that had drove him to do something that was degrading to her and a horrendous act on his part made him smile. Katherine. What else would she drive him to? He didn't really want to know. She hadn't even been the one to tell him her name... she'd used a fake name but when Damon had asked around a guy had told her... and now Damon was going to show her just how much this spit fire of a woman meant to him.
He planned to call his florist in morning's first light. The man would kindly send flowers through numerous chains to keep her off the trail. All dark scarlett roses unlike any Katherine had ever seen. It was a hybrid that Damon had come up with himself. When he was bored one summer he spent it breeding flowers and testing what came out and what didn't. It was a strange hobby to some but to him it was perfect because it appeased his intellectual needs and his physical want for work. He had started selling the flowers to a private florist and he distributed the flowers to other florists only for Damon's personal use. They were used for displays but when people asked they gave the contact information of Damon's personal florist and then Damon's personal florist called him, they discussed the profits and how to split it and that was the negotiation of the business deal... Damon never met someone who bout or inquired about his flowers. They were extremely expensive and Damon doubted that the average Jo could afford it. It wasn't that he made a lot off of them either... he didn't necessarily love the thrill of making money but the thrill of getting it... and so a lot of the profit went to his florist... it was the flowers that had paid for this wing of the house... and the addition by the kitchen that was used for more food.... it allowed Damon to throw bigger parties.
As the sun peaked over the horizon Damon moved off Evea's bed and walked into his room, leaving the adjoining door between them open. Damon dialed the number to his florist and the man answered in three rings. "Hey Doug I wanted a favor..." Damon explained only pausing when he hard the sound of Evea's door open, he peeked into to see Evea slip under the covers and he wondered if she was going to sleep or if she was just pretending and really listening to him. He went back to the conversation. "Send the bouquets from different shops... twice a week... well I think she's smart enough to trace it back to one.. if we do it to multiple shops she won't figure it out so quick..." Damon smiled as the man teased about him being crazily in love. "well I don't know about that but I like her... she's absolutely beautiful... in fact why don't you have a couple bouquets delivered to the house as well... the place could use a little livening up." Damon said and then bidding farewell to his florist he hung and stood over his desk for a long moment... gazing out across the expanse of the vineyard that he could see from the window. He stepped into the doorway of Evea's room. "I'm going out for lunch... you can join if you wish..." he said, it had been a long time since he'd taken Evea into town... to long he supposed... she was probably feeling neglected... and after last night he assumed he owed her something of an apology or something like that.
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:49:11 GMT 10
Well this added new meaning to the word wanted, but once again it seemed she was wanted for all the wrong reasons. She had been been asleep and the man she loved, that she thought had loved her had was going to... wanted to... tried to rape her. Maybe at first he had turned a deaf ear to her cries of protest but surly after she had head butted and slapped him he had gotten the idea though she hated to think what would have happened if she had of stayed.
Evea knew she was young, heard that it was something that men craved even more so when the women they loved or lusted for was in the same house but still if someone valued the person they cared for they wouldn't try anything to harm them... would they?
Maybe Damon needed someone older, not so innocent in the ways of men and love like the other women that had been in the house before her. Now as she rode paying no heed to the pain in her hand and shoulder she couldn't help but think that maybe the name he had let slip was one of those girls and that was what hurt the most.
She rode to what had to be the edge of Damon's land the sun well and truly up by then, her horses lunges pulling in breath after the long run Evea climbing down holding onto the horses neck not wanting it to run away. She had stood there for an hour or two the tears she felt rolling down her cheeks. Was she simply being used again and to blind to see the new trickery behind it? Was it simply a mistake on Damon's half or a huge one on hers... or...or was he in love with this Kate person and had simply settled for her?
With the sun shining down and the tears along with questions rising up within her Evea finally rode back handing the horse over to the stable boy and going up to her room, trying to avoid the looks she got from the servants. Walking into her room she heard Damon on the phone ordering flowers as she climbed back under the covers not sure whether she wanted to talk to him or not she knowing that the door between their rooms was open.
'let him come to me.' she thought to herself.
"All the while as she lay there she over heard the words that Damon spoke they seeming to bounce off the walls no matter how hard she tried to block them out.
"well I don't know about that but I like her... she's absolutely beautiful... in fact why don't you have a couple bouquets delivered to the house as well... the place could use a little livening up."
She could feel her heart ripping in two it being far more painful then anything she had ever felt, the fear greater then the knife at her throat... a knife to the heart was far worse. One may of told her that he was talking about her to start off with and she could see their mistake but when he talked about sending roses to the house as well... well... there went that train of thought.
Pulling up the covers of the bed she heard him hang up the phone and tried to quite her tears as she heard his steeps come into her room.
"I'm going out for lunch..." he started, so he had known she was in the room having the chance to over hear every word he had said and not caring. "you can join if you wish..."
Swallowing back her tears Evea pulled back the covers of the bed and standing up she walked right up to him before looking him right in the eye.
'why?' she wanted to ask him but didn't instead standing there for a moment longer and instead said:
"Do you love me Damon, really? Do you truly want me to stay or am I just here as a fill in until you can find someone else?"
There was a slight look of maybe shock or surprise that crossed Damon's face but she quickly put that aside.
"You called me Kate when you tried to.." She couldn't even bring herself to say it. "I love you Damon, I was so scared that I lost you and I can understand if you blame me but... I just want to know. Did you ever love me, or where you, are you just lusting for me?"
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Post by witch on Aug 16, 2016 14:53:35 GMT 10
Damon had never been very magnanimous. On more then one occasion he'd had one woman staying with him and still he'd brought another up to his room to stay the night. Usually the first woman that had spent a few days at his home just disappeared when she realized that there little fling was over and they woudl continue coming to his parties in hopes of being picked up again. He just wasn't used to being faithful to one woman and he supposed that made him a playboy. Yet he'd never felt anything like what he felt for Kate. It made him want to talk to the ends of the Earth to make her happy and he got the idea that she might just have him do that. She was a very demanding, independent minded woman that seemed intent on playing with him like a cat plays with a mouse. He knew her game because he played it himself... he wondered if she realized that she'd finally met her match if not her superior.. she had not learned his name while he knew hers and where she lived and even where she went to school. He'd googled her and learned that her father was in the military and that she'd moved around a lot as a child.... he bet she had done the same thign with him... the only problem was... she wouldn't be able to find very much since she didn't know his name.
He knew that Evea had heard him ordering the flowers and strangely he didn't care like he thought he would. He wondered if he would have to go about his admiration of another woman in secret but he found that he didn't much care. What they'd had for a few weeks had been a fling, it had been the longest fling he'd ever had but now Damon was moving on to bigger and better things in his opinion. He would never tell her that straight out and until he had Kate right where he wanted her he would continue this 'fling' with the girl who was now obviously heartbroken.. she would heal though... she would become like all the other women, realizing that was just the way men were... indifferent to it and almost expecting it. When he finished hsi conversation he found himself in a rather good mood and so when he walked into Evea's room buttoning up a a white shirt that he'd tucked into black slacks he asked her if she wanted to join him for lunch. It would be more of a brunch considering tha it was late morning but not quiet lunch time and that would do just fine... he knew of a cafe right on the water front that served incredible French toast and eggs... his mouth watered just thinking about it because he realized that all he'd had in the past twenty four hours was three glasses of wine and the finger food they had at clubs.
She seemed shocked that he would even ask and he couldn't help but smile, which probably upset her even more. Poor girl, so innocent.. she wasn't yet aware of his ways... he'd warned her at one point.. or somebody should have.. that Damon's reputation meant that what they had would eventually bore him and lose its charm after a couple weeks or months at the longest. "Do you love me Damon, really? Do you truly want me to stay or am I just here as a fill in until you can find someone else?" she asked and Damon couldn't help but continue to smile, his emotions masked by his indifferent smile. "You called me Kate when you tried to.." She told him and Damon pitied her... she shouldn't have figured it out that way... it wasn't the gentle way to do it. "I love you Damon, I was so scared that I lost you and I can understand if you blame me but... I just want to know. Did you ever love me, or where you, are you just lusting for me?" That sme smile dstill remained on Damon's lips as he gazed at her and then he walked over ot her closet and pulled out a nice dress. He laid it on the bed and then fishing int he jewelry box he placed a necklace, earings a bracelet on top of the dress.
He lingered over the clothes and tried not to imagine that Katherine could be the one wearing them instead of Evea... instead he looked up and smiled. "I assumed my reputation would precede me..." he said casually as if they were talking about the weather. "You should feel lucky that it lasted this long Evea... normally it only lasts a few days before I lose interest." he said seriously and then he looked up at her. "Did I love you? Yes... do I still? I don't know... come to breakfast with me so I can find out..." he told her as he walked back over to her and slipped his arms into his black sports coat. "We're going somewhere relatively nice so if you don't wear that..." he began gesturing to the clothes he laid out on the bed. "I suggest you wear something appropriate..." he said and then he walked into his room without closing the door and grabbed his top hat, placing it on his head. "If you decide not to come let Helga now so she can have the cook make you lunch...I'll be waiting in the car..." he said, and with that he straightened the collar of his jacket and headed out of his room to wait for Evea to meet him in the car.. she wasn't Katherine... but she would have to do until Kate was invited to his home.
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