Prelude to Glory

A hand rested on the woman's shoulder. She spun around glaring at the other. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed. She quickly went silent as she noticed whom she was yelling at. She blushed profusely, lowering her head some. "H-hi..." She managed to stammer out. The male smiled, taking his hand off her shoulder. A slight smile slid over his semi-pale face. His attire was mostly leather. Coat, pants, boats. He had no shirt on, allowing his rippled abs to exposed to the world. A small neckless of a cross was coiled around his neck. Kind of ironic to have, seeing as he wasn't much for god or belief. If he was, it wasn't apparent. He stood about 6 foot even. However his appearance made him look taller, in some instances. The woman placed a hand over her chest before speaking. "Uh...how can I help you?"

"No you can't..." Damon respond, walking around her. His pale blue hues, eyeing every inch of her, as if he was interested in her. The woman closed her eyes, feeling his presence all around her. She shivered as she felt another hand on her, this time on her left side, coiling around her side. His lips pressed against her ear. he exhaled softly against her ear. The woman melted immediately at his soft breath against her ear. "Nnnnn..." She purred softly, leaning against the male. "..." He perked a brow, knowing she was within his grasps. With a slight adjustment, he tilted her head to the side, just enough to expose her neck. Feeding time. He thought to himself. Without hesitation, he sunk his teeth into the, now victim's neck. The woman didn't have time to scream. That is if she wanted to. She let out a small moan, of pleasure as Damon drained the very life from her. Within moments she would go limp as he pulled away, letting her body fall to the ground. His lips dripped of fresh blood.

"That's all you're good for...A decent meal." He said, licking the excess blood off his lips. The night had only just begun. Street lights began to flicker on. The roads would have a few people would be about. They would notice the scene that just took place, but wouldn't say anything about it. What could they have done? Nothing. He shrugged his shoulders slightly walking away from the corpse, leaving it to rot in the streets. He didn't care. Why should he? To him, she was nothing more than a harbinger of food.

Blansko.

A small town surrounded by wondrous nature. The same nature that was now asleep. And yet strange. The winter that seemed to be so deep, snow almost reached the knees. And it was cold. It was nearly freezing. But when now became warmer by few mere degrees, the streets became covered by ice and all snow turned into one ugly mush. Such things never tempts to go outside. Especially at the night. But not for Kiara. The night was still young and she was ready for a small adventure, if you can call it an adventure. She strolled casually as feed lead her across the mushy street. The sky was clear on this rare occasion. There were a few clouds, the mist from the warmth of the night. And the moon shining through clouds and the mist looked so mystical.

Kiara seemed to be in a rather good mood. Headphones on the ears blaring Katie Melua music helped to set the strangely nice mood for the night. She was subconsciously smiling to herself and to the passing strangers every now then with a light nod. She was deep in her thought, walking aimlessly, in a semi-dancing motion, fluently. But suddenly she stopped after slowing down a strange feeling seemed to struck her. Almost shocking. Kiara could not even believe it. Could that really be possible? Was he really here, in Blansko? She could not help herself but to fallow the trails of the strange feeling. What she saw thought was even more shocking...

A young man walking away, leaving a lifeless body to lay in the street. Poor woman. Poor her beautiful visions of a Dark One. Maybe he was not a Dark One? Could her senses trick her so cruelly? Was she wrong? Did she dream too much. Possibly she was tired and her imagination was playing games with her? But this cannot be truth. Her brown eyes were watching the man walk away. The man who probably thought no one saw him or maybe even if he was seen.....

You think you would get out dry out of it..?

She thought. To herself or maybe to see if....but she did not dare to admit the truth. She could not deny the very feeling that she felt looking at him. A very strong gravity-like attraction....Something she canot resist and yet cannot admit. Yes. She was his Beloved. But she also knew it is going to be a painful rocky road with him. That if they would ever meet...

With a slight arch of his brow, he paused in mid walk. Something else was here. He thought as his turned his head behind him, to where he left the corpse. He adjusted his body to the turn so his neck would be stressing to look. His pupils dialated off and on as the lights flickered. He groaned, wondering the lights would actually stay on for a change. It wouldn't surprise him if the lights were to just go out. As soon as he thought that, one street light close to him, would promptly dim and yield it's light. Figured. He snorted, spotting the personage that caught his attention.

His eyes traced over her frame in the distance. She wasn't bad looking.Much prettier than the previous bloodsack he had fed on. Something was abit different about her than the human. Was she human? Or was she something else? He mentally shook his head, denying the questions. All were inferior to him anyways. It was him and every one else. Well there was one the below every one else. That would be his brother Stefan. Oh the hatred he had for him. Back to the personage. He would shift his body toward the other, pocketing his hands in his snug pants. He stood with his right foot alittle infront of his left. His shoulder were relaxed and poised. Almost as if he had expected someone to notice and stop him. Even though she nor him had said anything about the corpse.

Certainly she was there long enough to see what had happened. He gave her a devilish smile, his hues now fixated on her. "Are you admiring my work?" He questioned, evily. He remained stationary as a small breeze wisked by. It was just enough to ruffle his hair and jacket some. His mind remained clear. He had no need to think of what to say next. It came natrual to him. Damon swirled his tongue around in his mouth, finding loose pieces of flesh in his teeth. Probably from the woman. Maybe sooner.

She blinked some as he spotted her. Why in the world she's not running? She should run like the devil avoids of the cross. Run for her life...for her sanity....and possibly for something even more. But there she was standing there and watching him speechless. A light frown fell upon him. To what she reacted was not the fear of death, not his natural charm. It was something more profound. But she intended to shush her inner squeal girl down and ignore the fact that every cell of her body wanted him. All she felt was screaming aloud she was his Beloved...just as much as his aura was screaming the deadly danger.

Here he spoke now. Evil words flew sounding like the whisper of an angel. Angel who had graced the mortal world. Thought her displeased face expression was obvious, deep inside she was admiring him. I see nothing to admire here, Damon.. she said. The voice one almost as hard as the stone. Do you even imagine what would happen if humans would see what you did? Of course you don't.....you are too much self confident and narcissistic to realise the danger you to bring to your own kind.....killing a human and leaving on the street......clean your own mess..... she said strictly. Her logical thinking gladly was still not affected by the feelings she had. He was flawless yes. The fact of danger attracted her yes...but Damon seemed to be....careless...way too much careless....

"Well, someone has a silver tongue." He retorted to her 'harsh' response. His cold exterior remained unchanged. Was she trying to get him to collaspe before her? Not a chance. He merely smiled at her, hiding the slight annoyance she caused. "It seems you know my name. It's actually not surprising. I'm very...famous, if you will." his voice stayed calmed and collected, as it carried toward her ears. It appeared as though she was immuned to his natural charm, or so itseemed. Perhaps she was just as good at hiding her true emotions, much like him.

He glanced toward the corpse, seeing it now being void of all color. Flies would soon arrive, laying their larva within the rotting flesh. What a great way to get rid of useless compilation of nothingness. "One, such as yourself, would never comprehend the use of a Human. Once you do then ,and only then, will you understand." He removed a hand from his pocket, strecthing out toward her. The palm of his hand would face up toward the night sky that gave small lights, stars. His fingers would be curled some, but extended far enough to let her know that it was inviting.

Something was most certainly different about her. Was it the fact that she wasn't human? No it was something else. But what was it? His interior ponder the thought of what could be the thing that made him desire her.

What an arrogant self loving fool he is....

She thought to herself still watching him. And still, regardless anything, he was so amazing. What was it that made him so.....desirable like a forbidden fruit. Here the fruit is....so close. Just reach and take it. Just bite it....Admire even. But no....you cannot...the fruit is a no no. Can she allow herself to do that? No. She also cannot allow herself to be so harsh and impolite to people, to strangers that she meets on the street.....and yet only Damon Salvatre made her to behave that way so far. So what does he have? How can he reveal the fighter within her? She wants to be more polite and tactic but all she say is only a blame for his carelessness.

Famous? she humphed at him. Her feet automatically took a few steps away from Damon as he moved closer with his outstretched hand. As if afraid he would break that wall around herself with a mere touch. No......with even a mere scorching glance even. Scorching because his eyes were a thing of beauty. They glance at you and leave the skin tingling pleasantly where the gaze had touched. Anyone would be known after escaping from the Moravian Council. I know more than you think.... she muttered watching him carefully as if to make sure he would not attack so unexpectedly.


Her face seemed to frown as in thought suddenly. A thought that occurred to her mind unexpectedly. Was he really thinking she is not human? How funny. She never was mistaken with a supernatural. Oh she wished she would be not human. But Kiara realised she should not tell the truth. If he will know she's human he will even more ponder to attack her thinking she's an easy prey. Thought she could counter Damon with ease. Well fine...with a just a tid bit of an effort. n the other hand....how did she know what he was thinking? He did not say it out loud or did it? If not then she heard his thoughts maybe..? But then.....he possibly heard hers....Upon this realisation her face expression changed into a beautiful mask of dismay. Kiara took a few more steps back from him then suddenly turned and with big effort walked away. In a quick pace. Unwillingly. Her inner self, inner squeal girl has been kicking and crying to return but Kiara's brain knew better of it. Avoid Damon like the devil avoids of a cross. That is....if he does it at all.....

No. The simple response came to his mind, as he watched her step forward, as if she was under his control, only to break out of it moments later. Becoming slightly frustrated at the woman's change of direction, he dropped his hand to his side. "I cannot allow this..." He spoke ever so gently with a splice of a darker undertone. To any normal person it would sound as though he wanted to do harm to.Perhaps he did. Just in a differen way, one could say. Deciding against having a gap between the two he followed suit in the same direction, keeping the same distance at all times. No more, no less. Toying with her, basically. To see how she would respond. Knowing that he could easily catch her at any second if he so choose to do so.

A taste. That is what he wanted from her. His eyes were fixated on her every movement. Noticing the slightest inclination of emotions. His body was relaxed, moving gracfully with each step. This creature is nothing more than a human, he thought. But, what is this feeling that stirs within me? Giving me the thought that she was something more than a human. Not likely. She was a human alright. The question is, what entices him to follow her? The previous prey was just in his path. This one on the other hand, he had to turn around and face. Effort was required. Not much, but enough to catch, Damon's attention. Which isn't often.

"Where do you think you are going? You have yet to see my greatest 'work'." He uttered to her, lowering his head toward the pavement, detouring his gaze from her. This was part of his plan, to make her think that by adverting his gaze he was going to do something horrible to her. Giving her more reason to run. Yes, that is what he would want. Then of course, he would catch her, giving her without a shadow of a doubt that he could easily do things to her. That is if she wasn't strong willed. Either way, dominance will be applied. She will know, sooner or later of his superiority. The fact that she mentioned his escape was nothing. Everyone knew of that. It was no surprise.

Night. It was obviously growing deeper....and more strange so to speak. Would she ever expect herself to run into such a....hard-to-deal and sexy-as-hell vampire? A Dark One. There she was running from him. Running like a fool. And she knew he was truly fallowing her. Did Damon really think her stupid? No she was smarter than he thought. But she kept waking. Her mind totally calmed.....and blocked with one of her stronger wards to prevent herself from being compelled. Thought she wondered if it would work against mind reading since she's his Beloved. Can he read her mind? Yes he can....as she can his. And as she can clear her mind. Swipe all thoughts out. A light smile crossed her lips. Any way..she knew that at any way he would cross the threshold of her home. Being a Dark One allows to step into homes without invitation yes, but not while the all entrances are warded. Just as she warded herself off any possible attack. To keep all creatures of darker nature.

Kiara kept walking, letting him think she's dancing to the music of his flute. He thought he's a predator, well he will be surprised to find out that his so called prey became into a hunter. It happens not very often. But it does. So she chose to act as if he disappeared at all. But she figured out all his plans without him noticing it...possibly. Her walking manner became more relax, slower. She walked aimlessly just as she did before running into Damon and his lifeless prey. Slowly she turned a corner and heads towards the central park that was growing empty already. Whenever he expects it the less, Kiara would turn suddenly, just before he would attempt to catch her, and she would catch him herself, staring right into his eyes. There would be no fear....no worry....there would no blind attraction whenever a stupid mortal woman gives into vampire's charm. Her eyes held the fire......the eyes were blazing with something she did not want to admit.

Think you can trick me, Damon Salvatore? Well think again....I might be just a human but I am no fool......and not a weakling.....

A thought had been born within her mind suddenly. Damon would hear it clearly as if she would have said it out loud. After a few minute of staring she frowned, let go off him and turned to walk away. She was somewhat displeased with herself. Where the old nice and friendly Kiara disappeared? Was her behaviour like that because of Him? What a shame. How can she let loose of herself so easily.? What to do now? Not directly...not obviously she was surely showing....'Yes, Damon...I like you so what?' and he is really not stupid. And very careless. Just as she is. Oh no....she's even even worse.....she's a reckless adrenaline-addicted adventurer.....and she just threw Him a challenge. What a fool she is....

She touched him. The clouded connection became vivid as the noon day soon. As she let up his sense hightened, much like they would if he was in attack mode, so to say.His body tensed up at her grasp. I figured it out, he thought as she drifted away from him. I need her in with me, forever. No. She will not know of my true feelings. Not yet. It is time to gain the upper hand. His exterior was rather calm still although it slightly changed to a more serious demeanor. A series of her thought rushed through his mind on which he quickly deciphered. Ah ha...Now is my chance...His thoughts trailed off. Damon darted after her being very light on his feet. As any vampire would be of course.

"Where are you going?" He asked appearing in front of her, gazing down at her, since he was taller than her. He had his arms around her waist within seconds. Their bodies would be pressed firmly together leaving no room inbetween the both of them. The embrace looked like what one of those romance scenes you would see in the movies. Something that you would know that the next segment would have a kiss or something soon after. Was it the case this time? Maybe. His hues stayed focused on hers. "My, aren't you a beautiful morsel. I could just eat you up." As soon as he mentioned eating her, he promptly licked his lips as if he were hungry.

Still. That was how the night felt. It felt as though time had completely stopped for them and only them. No outside interference could actually intervene. Damon has his teeth sunk into this one, so to say. His right arm slid from around her waist, placing his hand on her cheek. His thumb caressed thereon oh so gently as to put her soul at ease, even though she probably resist. No matter, one can resist for only so long before the succumb to his will. It never fails. "Don't be afraid..." He spoke to her in such a gentle manner, as if a fatherwould speaking to his child.

Kiara almost halted into a stop. Something that ran through her mind was unexpected. But then she began maybe it was just her thoughts? Her imagination? Such guy like Damon would not want a woman. Not for a long time. Not after being abandoned twice. Wait...did she really pay the time to research about him? Her lips parted and then shook her thoughts away. This cannot be truth. She just...but it's even worse. Maybe. Her heart was pacing quickly. Truly. But when Damon appeared in front of her looming all over her and looking with these pale blue things of beauty. She had to put much effort to offer him a frown. Kiara moved away from him. Or she thought she did. Her brains still was thinking cool. Her other half was running away screaming out loud 'Dangerous Vampire!' After all they are killers. By why did she favour them?

Kiara found herself suddenly within the firm and yet gently embrace of this enticing man. With her bare skin still scorched where his eyes touched her. Oh that pleasant woodsy smell of a man. Kiara gave into that fragrance for just a tid bit and his fangs already bit into her causing her eyes to grow wide. What the hell is he doing?! Does he even know what he is doing? she thought to herself. She was not worried that he would drain her and kill. Death was not her biggest fear nor enemy. She has seen too much of it that it would effect her any more. But the bite.....would even make the bond stronger...there would be no way back.....unless it would depend on her in truth.

Her eyes half closed. Heart seemed to calm down. It was what she wanted. Her hands slipped around him to support herself. Kiara tried her best to get a good grip upon herself because she knew if she will not....her 'little' disease in case would not help her at all. I....am not afraid....not a chance.... she thought. His touch was almost magical. For some reason she gave into this very moment unable to deny her desire. Desire to have him. To....even love him. But she questioned herself would he want this? He was not that type of a guy. His brother was. But people change thought....Damon... she said under her breath unable to hold back a small unnoticeable tear. What this tear was meant for not even she knew.

What's this? A tear? Damon immediately caught with his back of his index. It was fairly small, almost unnoticable to anyone of the human race. But Damon noticed it, clear as day. He tightened the embrace of the two as he loomed over her. "Kiss me..." He demanded in his sensual voice. He slowly blinked, giving her ample time to look away if needed. His hand around her waist, gripping the fabric of her clothing. He leaned close, leaving hardly any space inbetween the two's face. His hues remained unchanged. There was no sign of joy or happiness. They were still a slight shade of despair and loneliness, that seem to blend with his aura. He carried that facade throughout his whole life, which is quite some time.

Solitude. That is how he spent most of his life. Regardless of all the human and non-human contact he has encountered. Damon never showed his true feelings, except when he was angry. Anger, Fury, Aggression, and Irriatible were all things that were connected to Damon's personality. As well as smart and very very powerful. One could say that his strength is limited due to his anger. Damon is actually an exception. If not just that then it would be the exact opposite for him. Overtime, his eyes were completely shelled in hatred. Hatred towards human. Hatred toward his brother. Hatred for all mankind.

Nothing yet? His cold hues eyed her beautiful hues. Why does my heart yearn for your attention? Could she be the one I've been looking for even though I wasn't looking? Damon hushed his questions, rationlizing. She's clearly using some kind of spell upon me to lure me in. Little does she know I will get the first jump on this. He subdued his thoughts waiting for her to place her lips against his. If not that, some sort of reaction to him asking her to kiss him.

It was so good within his embrace. Firm and strong...and yet so usually gently it seemed. Kiara wished his moment would never end. At last for a little while she dared to admit she wanted him. Wanted by her side or the rest of her life. If that would be ever possible. But her train of thoughts was cut short by his demand. Something she did not expect. His eyes were indeed a thing of rare beauty, gazing into them it is too dangerous even for a strong willed lady. And now Kiara almost gave into his spell. Her head leaned into close to him, but as it would seem that she would g for the lips, Kiara leaned into a silent whisper....Stop the bleeding....we don't need yet another victim, do we.. she said and for a brief moment hid her face. Just for a split moment of a second. And when she glanced at him again, she felt something unusual. A huge overwhelming wave of negative emotions washed over her. The darkness....cold and deep was in his eyes and in this darkness there was most destructive emotions. Despair.....pain.....loneliness....All these emotions that eats you from inside out slowly. Little by little like a worm eats evergreen tree and makes it to wither away.

Her grip grew tighter onto him as she held back the rest of her tears. Such emotions touches deeply. It is hard to counter them. But here she was standing with Damon and seeing not the usual Damon, not the wicked and twisted narcissus that everyone claims. him. She saw his better side. She saw a lonely and desperate man, in a need of affection and possibly more. But are her senses not lieing to her? However, Kiara felt the pull toward him so strong she cannot resist or deny. It could seem that all her body, every cell of it was calling to him. She feels the desire to help him. Whatever it would be. To pull him out of this cold darkness, make him smile in any way or.....anything....But the worst thing was that she was afraid. Afraid not of him....not of death....but to be pushed away.....or even loose him. This was killing her. You have to decide, Damon. What do you truly want.You just started something you probably have no clue about. If we continue....there would be no way back..... she said. How much she would like to kiss him compelled or not, glad she resisted this time, Kiara did not want him to bind himself to her for good and later regret. She would wait possibly trying to convince herself that maybe it would better to forget about him.

Damon is a womaniser.....Want it or not, she had to regard this fact. Kiara cannot be so selfish and later make them both regret for hings they did. What he will not like that fact that she's center of his world, as happens to every Dark One? What will be when he would have to constantly watch over her? To look after himself and not to be tempted to drink other blood. Would she find a way to cure him? What if he will leave and will.....she shook her head mentally not daring to whisper that word not even in her thoughts. She would hate to loose yet another beloved man. Kiara would go after him.....into hell or into death.....it would not matter to her....just to be with him....

"Very well..." He slowly said, arching her neck some. The crimson liquid was clear as day. His mouth watered with inticpation. Oh how he wanted that blood above anything else. Not because of how he was thought it would taste above any others. It seemed more personal. Like someone having sex for the first time with another. Both sharing a first time event, having the desire for a while. Well for Damon yes. One couldn't really say that she had felt the same way. Blood, the source of all living things upon the other and the only thing he needed to survive. Damon's mouth gradually opened, bearing his fangs. He leaned in cautiously placing his teeth where the blood had shown.

The flesh would puncture at the pressure of his teeth. Not to mention his teeth were fairly sharp. Upon his bite, the scarlet juices flood within his mouth. Damon couldn't help but deepen the bite, swallowing every once of blood that flowed forth of her. He was careful not to bleed her dry. He knew how to control himself. He wasn't some low level vampire that fed recklessly and irrationally. With each drag of blood pouring into his mouth he could feel all of her emotions as to how she felt at the time being. For the first time in his life he felt at one with someone. Someone was actually on the same level as him. And it was a human. Of all creatures, a human caught his heart.

Enough. He thought taking his fangs from her newly made wounds. The blood still came somewhat. This is when he would lick the blood off her neck. He did this for two reasons. One, for the blood, of course. And two, it helps to cover the wound. Damon licked slowly venturing off her wounds every once and a while to tease her. That is how he worked. Even in the most serious or intense situations, he always had some sort of flirtation or teasing going on. "There...is that better? And yeah, it's apparent I want you..."

Kiara winced as he bit on her neck again. It was already sensitive from being bitten not so long ago. Hey!.. she grunted at him a little unhappy that he stole a little more blood from her. She winced even more, gripping stronger on him as he deepened the bite. But the sensation was somewhat to behold. The increasing loss of blood caused a dizzy flying feeling. And the bite itself was somewhat.....arousing even. No people were not lieing about it. Not at all. Every bit she knew was truth. She loved the feeling and obviously would grow addicted to it. The only bad thing was....she was growing week now. Lost enough of blood....and that lick over her wounds and further made her to shudder

You're a thief, Damon... she breathed and smiled faintly. For some reasons she could not hold the anger for long at him. After all....she likes him regardless of these flaws he has. But wait a little....she loves these flaws too. How can that be possiable that love would come at first sight? Or at.....first bite? Or....thought? She never heard such stories that a Beloved would fall for her Dark One so quickly. For Kiara it happened in an instant. How that can be? Since you robbed me off my blood......you are now to escort me home and no buts.. she thought sending the demanding request into his own mind. Being in such a state....she cannot be left alone....Kiara trusted him on the other hand.

A smile. That was all she got from him. Of course he heard her mention about him being her escort. Sure I will be your escort, but it will be on my terms. He gripped her clothing, clinging to her frame as if she was going to run away or something. "You belong to me now. No man shall put their grimmy hands on you. Nor woman either. No one shall touch you save it be me." He was stearn with his statement. He kept a serious tone throughout his sayings. Why shouldn't he? He needed to make it clear to her that she belonged to him and that he wanted her. One could already see that this relationship would be fairly difficult with Damon's possessiveness already in play.

I am known by many things, Kiara. Yes I do know your name. He spoke to her in thought, knowing she could understand what he was saying. There was a bond now between the two. That which was come about from Damon biting her and also the feelings they have for one another. Both of which were binding elements for the two. Her blood, now already in stream with his seemed to be felt more so than the numerous others he had fed on if felt at all. He offered a sigh, his orbs beaming into hers. "Are we going to stand here all night, or are we going to do something eventful? I did not grab you to be statues for everyone to see." Damon snorted clearly trying to be rude, yet it was somewhat difficult seeing as she does know that he has feelings for her.

Maybe. His thoughts were now her thoughts. Or so it seemed. Could he hide anything from her now? He could only hope. Then again, why would he hide anything? That wouldn't be the Damon way. No. Not in a million years. He smiled at his thoughts of changing, finding it amusing. Never will I do that. I am who I am. Deal with it.

She blinked some listening to him speak. Never the thought sounded so clear as if spoken out loud. His words were stern and more than serious. Surely it only meant upcoming trouble. Problem even. But the way he said it made heart beat faster. Made her blood rush through her veins. Her brown eyes, now nearly black, stared deep into his own as if she would owning to him. These words had caused.....no, amplified the very inner conflict she has been having. To be his only his. It was the thing she wanted. To belong to him for eternity of her life. Hopefully immortal. But being not touched by anyone at all.....with such a job as she has, now it will be a big problem. Kiara knows this well. Just as she knew that hook up with a black dragon means more than a problem. It was a tragedy in the end. But regardless all senses and inner warnings, she still stayed with him. Why she should disagree with Damon's demands? Kiara will just have to be careful. Very careful. That is if you do trust me, Damon. she said softly as her hand held a little tighter around him.


Kiara pressed herself herself a little more to him. Never she felt so weak and tired as she does now. She realized that he now just saw her weakness. Very human-like weakness. Inability to resist the vampire's charm, inability to get a good grip upon herself while being so drained. Kiara just hoped he will not get to see the fact she's sick with her disease before they would finish the Joining. Damon might not like it. Who ever wants a weakling as a soul-mate? Besides, her pride had already been hurt enough tonight. But Kiara would disregard it and act as if nothing had happened. May this curious cat ask why Damon is so possessive? she said turning to walk. It took much effort to move. And she already hated the fact she will have to spend the night alone. Just glad that not much of the night was left. Her feet slowly took her leading towards her home. Still feeling Damon so close.....right here, right now....she hoped and wished he'd always be around her. Beside her....

"No. I don't trust anyone. Including you. Not until you prove yourself to me." He said profoundly, drifting back from her. "With me, you will become strong. More than you can possibly imagine. No one can, to be honest. It just shows how simple the minds of the humans are." He stated, looking toward the sky allowing his arms to rest at his sides. "This...gift should be only shared with those who are deemed worthy to have such." he closed his eyes, admiring the remainder of the night. Day time wasn't far off. He shifted some, having abit of urgency in his movements.

"Shall we?" He question extending a hand toward the newly claimed woman. A cynical smile slid over his slim lips as he admired her from afar. Well from however far she had begun to walk. "I'm interested in seeing your home. Or should I say our home."

((Sorry for the extreme shortness.))

She frowned some, still hearing him talk. Damon very so obviously seemed to not realize what he truly is, his true situation he got into. He's a Dark One with no clue what it means and with everyone on his ass looking for him. She rolled her eyes lightly and shook her head. You certainly have no clue about your true situation, Damon. Just because you think you claimed me then think again, mister because you are very wrong. she muttered at his arrogance. Damon was like a child who got something powerful. A spoiled child of the night so to speak. The one who got too much freedom and can't ever get serious or selfless. They were so much different. A sigh escaped her lips. Kiara already was now ready to go back home alone. Besides she perfectly knew that he will not can to trespass her magic ward that protects her home from such things like Him. Should she allow him into her home? Kiara did not know herself yet. She was having the conflict so profound inside that it will probably begin to eat her slowly. Also she figured that relationship with him will not be always pleasant. She got a Dark One as rare and their relationship will a bittersweet roller-coaster - from heavenly bliss to the most painful fall.

She said nothing else as he spoke. There was no need. Damon does not trust her nor he will ever listen and regard her notes that important. Why she would ever have to prove herself to someone who is as selfish and arrogant cynic as him? Is it even worth it? Is he her Dark One at all. Wasn't that a mistake? But how they have found the connection? Ever since they saw each other their minds intertwined like wines. She shook her thoughts off from her mind and continued to walk. For some reason she even forgot he was still there. Ready to stalk her until her home. And then what? He will have to stay outside. Oh yes, sir. No dark creature shall trespass the threshold or any other possible entrance of her home. They are all protected. And just like he said she'd have to prove herself.....he will have to earn her own trust now.

"Hmmm..." He managed to give off a small grunt, noticing that dawn was approaching. That meant more pople. Yeah, he was aware of people were looking for him. At any other time he would welcome them with open arms. However, this wasn't the case. He had a liability with him this time. Kiara. Even though he may not show it in his features or even say it, he would be devastated if he were to lose his new and probably only, muse. He wasn't going to have that situation happen. Damon turned quickly in the opposite direction of Kiara. The thought crossed his mind to say goodbye, but it was only a thought. Damon wanted to keep leverage over her and to keep her wondering about his true emotions. Even though she probably knew them, it didn't hurt to throw a few curve balls at her.

Damon glanced over his shoulder at the woman. He gave a slight nod, hearing what she had said about him being arrogant and selfish. Yeah, that was him. So what? Was there a point to her saying something she already knew? Maybe she wanted him to change his ways and become the guy of her dreams. Not likely. This is what she was going to get. A cynical personage who has a tendancy to be affectionate and alluring. And it's all at his whim. No one can coax him into being the Lover that the women want him to be. If he wants something, he'll take it. That is how it was and that is how it will be. Right now what he wanted was Kiara. He furled a brow, still watching her for a moment. I shall see you again when the night is the fullest, he said in thought, knowing she could hear him clear as day.

He darted off into the late night early morning only being a blur to everything around him. He would appear as a shadowy figure zig zagging away from the scene as if it were a clip from an epic movie. Within moments he would be out of sight. No longer would be able to hear his enchanting voice. To hear his sweet rythmic voice, whispering small truths in her ear. Not now, but later on she may get the chance to hear and see him again.