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The Covenant	By : krypteria Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 2113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“My…?” Damon trailed off, if only to keep himself from spouting off his anger.

But it was the self-satisfied smirk, so reminiscent of his own, upon her lips that had him moving swiftly forward. His long, slender fingers wrapped around her arms and shook her bodily.

“You /dare/ chide me in my territory?” he snarled.

Her head seemed to loll momentarily in her shock.

“You /dare/ come here, asking for my help after nothing for a year? A /year/!”

He was almost shaking himself; he held himself so tensely in his fury. How dare she presume…

“And you have the audacity to bring my weak, useless brother into this?” he spat.

He shook her one last time, pressing his face close to hers. He was sure his eyes would be as cold and unfathomable as the night sky, like black lasers piercing into her own. And yet she did not even look scared. Foolish girl.

“He could no more help you than he could kill a human,” he went on lowly. A dangerous sign coming from him. It was the voice of a predator, a killer. Someone you certainly didn’t want to anger.

And Phenex had.

She’d opened her mouth to speak, as if to divert his anger. His lips were so close to hers that he could feel her warm breath fluttering across his mouth. He felt a shudder rip through him, caught between rage and lust.

“I will have none of it,” he murmured. “It would be foolish to ask my saintly brother for help, and I for one will not support such an action. You leave me no choice but to offer my services. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

Her breath seemed to sigh out, and it took all of his composure not to lean down to steal the breath from her mouth, kiss her until she couldn’t sigh, or think enough to breathe.

He somehow found it in him to shove her away. His jaw clenched forcefully, his cheek twitching slightly.

“Damon, I,” she began, her lips parted slightly at her rapid intakes of breath.

“And do not presume to speak to me so informally,” he continued coldly. “I am only helping you so that you will desist this nonsense and get the hell out of my life.”

And then the little chit smiled.

He groaned inwardly, running a hand over his face. There was just no speaking to this girl. Why was he even bothering? But he knew the answer to that. It was how she’d plagued his thoughts, haunted him. Not only did she intrigue him, but she’d become a weakness thrust upon him.

It seemed he could no more deny her needs than he could deny his nature. How that could work out together, he had no idea, but it seemed he had no choice but to live with it.

When you can’t beat ‘em…

The hand that had been spread across his face moved to grip her elbow. She felt so frail beneath his grip, so human, but he knew she was stronger than she looked. That was what drew him to her most. That inner strength, the fire that built her core and kept her from falling apart. He’d always admired strength. And power, not just that of a magical nature.

“Tell me what I need to know, and we shall go from there,” he said, defeated for the time being. He’d find a way to get back at her for this. She owed him. “How you expect me to help.”

She nodded jerkily, as if absorbed in thought. “Yes, I’ll tell you everything. Though first, there is someone I have for you to meet. And I would prefer to move out of the cold, if you don’t mind.” At his raised eyebrow, she elaborated, “I’m still human. I get cold. And this dress wasn’t made for this weather.”

He chuckled softly, his eyes raking over her delicate frame. He was sure his gaze was hungry, probing. “Nor would your lack of shoes help. Silly girl. Didn’t your mother teach you how to dress yourself?”

Her face clouded over with some unknown emotion, but it was gone almost as quickly as it had come. “My mother died before I could remember her.”

Her arm slid effortlessly from his grasp, and her steps were like a graceful dance as she led him through the forest. He didn’t even think of his abandoned Ferrari, so entranced was he in the way that she moved. It took all of his restraint to keep from reaching out and pulling her to him. To take her down into the leaves and let his hands, his mouth memorize all her curves.

They burst out into the paved road, that led over the newly-repaired Wickery Bridge before he could give into his desires. An engine revved in the distance. He was instantly on guard, a growl rising within his chest. Phenex’s laugh was as light as air as she danced across the bridge and into the waiting arms of a man he did not know. A man he instantly disliked.

He spun /his/ Phenex in a wide circle, an arrogant grin plastered upon his unfortunately handsome face. She giggled. Her face seemed to light up from within as she sighed his name.

“Jasper.”

His answering laugh was a deep rumble, and Damon felt himself go green. The great monster inside him rising in its jealousy. He silently glided across the bridge, his lips curving in a sneer.

“Buona sera, lo straniero,” he drawled as the man lowered and released the ginger-haired witch.

Damon’s arms instinctively came to rest upon her shoulders, drawing her closer into his protective embrace.

The man had the audacity to laugh at him. Damon held back a snarl, his fingers curling about a giggling Phenex’s shoulder. Was he missing something? And what the hell was that vile smell? He wrinkled his nose, realizing it seemed to be radiating from the touchy man in front of him.

“You smell,” he voiced instantly. “Go away.”

This only seemed to make the man- oh, excuse him, /Jasper/- laugh harder.

“So do you, bloodsucker,” Jasper managed to choke out. “It tends to happen when you put a werewolf and vampire within the same vicinity.” His perfectly full lips curved into a grin, and he winked at Phenex.

Damon gritted his teeth. Oh, how he wanted to rip the mutt’s throat out. How dare he look upon his witch in such a manner? He should have realized the cocky boy was a wolf. Disgusting.

Phenex leaned against his frame, enticing him and angering him at the same time. “This is who I wanted you to meet, Damon,” she said. He could still hear the faint trace of amusement in her voice. “Jasper is my bodyguard, so to speak. But he is also my dearest friend. He protected me when the estate was attacked. He helped me escape.”

Damon frowned. He was not happy to feel a debt toward this male. This wolf who seemed to be held dear to Phenex’s heart. But alas, that was exactly what he felt. And a small smidgen of respect for the strength and dedication it must have taken to protect her. He couldn’t help but feel grateful that she was alive, even if it was because of a lowly werewolf.

He inclined his head briefly, his frown never lifting, in appreciation. “Don’t expect me to think any better of you for it, mutt,” he growled.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His eyes narrowed upon the smug man, assessing the competition. Somehow, he seemed to be the only one wary. Jasper only grinned wolfishly upon Phenex, his green eyes sparkling even in the darkness. Damon had to admit he was handsome. Uncannily so, with his closely shaved head, strong features and finely muscled body.

Damon didn’t like him. Not one bit. Especially not when Phenex regarded him so fondly. She was his, and he did not appreciate having some… some… dog of a boy cutting in between him and what was rightfully his. It didn’t matter if he technically didn’t have any claim upon her, he still considered her his.

“Cane Bastardo,” he found himself muttering sourly.

Only to find Jasper lunging for him, a growl upon his lips.

Phenex was instantly in between the two snarling males, shoving them apart with surprising strength.

“Enough,” she snapped. Her voice rand through the night with undeniable authority.

Damon glowered, but stepped down. It took a bit more calming on Jasper’s part, her hands soothing upon his shoulders as she tried to work him into a more calm state. It didn’t surprise Damon. Werewolves were such volatile and uncivilized creatures.

Jasper seemed to relax more easily under her prodding. His gaze focused solely on her, and a smile curved his lips as he regarded her.

“Can’t blame a mate for trying.”

She rolled her eyes and leaned her head against his broad, muscled chest. “You’re just looking for a good fight.”

Damon’s jaw tightened, and he was sure the twitch in his cheek was visible to all.

“Now, Jazz,” she said, as if scolding a small child, “we don’t have time for brawls. Things need to be explained. Shall we head back to the hotel?”

With a sigh, the werewolf nodded.

“Good boy.” She gestured to Damon to follow as the mutt revved the engine of his motorcycle.

His upper lip skinned away from his teeth in his distaste. Of course he’d have to drive something so loud and undignified.

“I’m sure you know where the Paradise Inn is. It is the only hotel in town,” she said, as she threw a leg over the side of the bike. “Meet us there.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed upon the small arms clutching around the wolf’s middle, the slight body pressing against the more muscular one. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides and he nodded tersely.

He watched them as they sped off, the ugly green monster rearing it’s head just below the surface of his cool exterior. It was a long moment before he could calm himself enough to turn into his crow form, and take off into the night.
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