Where is the Love?: Damon Salvatore

Where is the Love?: Damon Salvatore 9

Chapter 9

RECAP:

"...Deus, succurro mihi..."i managed to mummble out before sipping into unconsciousness...

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Where am i?

My eyes fluttered open. Everything blurry.

As I regained conscious. i looked at my surroundings.

Where am i?

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Amorette's POV

My head was spinning.

Where am i?

There was papers and files everywhere. Looks like someone's disorganized. I smirked slightly.

"Rise and shine,princess."a voice commented from the couch not far from me.

Damon.

Damon layed against the couch with a book in his hands.

I couldn't feel anything; i couldn't move.

"W-What...did you do to me...?"my voice came out in a wisper. Damon sighed, shutting the book.

"Don't worry," he began as he sat straight."its just a minor paralysis. You'll be up and about in just a couple of hours."

I watched him intently.

He walked to a wooden table, picking up something small and round; silver.

Oh no-

My eyes widened in alarm. I glimsed at my hand-its gone.

"Give it."i hissed with such venom it gave me shivers.

He smiled-that beautiful smile-twirling the little item in his fingers.

"What- this?" it shined so bright-even in the dark."Its just a ring, right?"

"GIVE IT." i growled.

This wasnt just any ring; this was much more-its my trademark. Its what makes me, me.

Without it im..im...

"Now, why would i do that?"

"Cause if you dont, i'll kick your ass." i smiled innocently.

He grinned."Where did you get this?"

"Does it matter?"

He shook his head, suddenly appearing right infront of me. His eyes on mine.

I watched as he lifted my left hand, sliding the ring on my finger, slowly and smoothly. I cleared my throat.

"Wrong hand."

"Dont make me change my mind."he said dropping my hand.

I couldnt help but smile.

Damon turned his back on me, deep in thought. He grabbed the book he was reading and tucked it inside his jacket pocket.

That must be Katherine's diary.

"Deus succurro mihi..."he breathed, staring into my eyes.

I gulped.

"Latin."he explained, as if i didnt already know."A dead language-"

"Its only dead if you want it to be."i interrupted. He smiled wickedly.

"You must speak it very well, then."

"I do." he stared into my eyes-deeply.

"Who are you?"he asked. I wanted to lie but i couldnt.

The vervain. It must be waring off. I bit my tongue.

"C'mon, Am,"he kneeled infront of me his face inches from mine. His voice was soft and sweet.

No...i can fight this....

I tried to close my eyes but it was impossible.

"Tell me." he wispered. I opened my mouth.

"Never." i growled, in response.

Damon just smiled.

I wonder what kind of things must lie deep inside Damon's subconscious, then again i dont think i really want to know.

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She's stronger than she looks.

Little, Am.

That ring...

Ive seen it somewhere, i know i have. But the question is: where?

She wont tell me. I cant influence her.

"Who are you?!"i snapped. She stared at me stupidly.

"Ive told you: Amorette. Geez, do we really have to go through this everytime?"

"Thats not what i meant."

"Well,thatinformation's confidential." I turned my back on her, taking a step back.

UGHH!!

I massaged my temples.

"Aw, c'mon Am. And I thought we werebest friends."

 "Its:Amorette."i sighed, turning around- facing her.

"I guess your not gonna be much help now are you?"she shook her head,

"Nope."she smiled.

I stared at her throat. Throbbing with life. The rhythm of her heart beating.

Thump, Thump-

Thump, Thump-

Thump, Thump-

Enough of this game. Lets end it. Forever.

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Bye bye little Amorette *sigh*