confessions of a sexaholic [damon]

[ANNETTE DORYCE MASON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6B9591; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #EDE290;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl tagged for damon - 723 - outfit wish you were here by pink floyd Sometimes Annette felt as if she was losing her mind. Like completely and thouroughly going insane. After her fight with Westley, telling everything to Jack and his reaction, the hostility from most of the hunters.. the blonde felt as is she could scream all day, losing her voice, and then still would feel as miserable as she felt right now. Completely and incredibly worn-out and exhausted and lonely. She wanted to feel love, support, to talk to someone who geniunely cared about her. And though she believed Ruben would normally be that guy, she could not count on much support from him now. She had to leave him alone for a couple of days, think things over and all. So no, the hunter could not go to the man who had gotten her into this much trouble. It wasn't fair to feel that way, but she slightly did. However she also felt very stupid herself, for being so irresponsible and careless. So no, it would not be Rue. But there was someone else she needed now more than ever. Her best friend, whom she hadn't told about anything yet, but knew she should. Damon was Annette's rock, as weird as that sounded, but she could always count on his support, no matter how stupid she had been acting and no matter in what sort of mess she had manouvrated herself in once again. Since the radicals attack her respect and love for her best friend had grown even more, since he had gotten her out of there when one of those stupid bitches had made a long, deep gash across her stomach, harming both her and her baby. Back then she had seen a side of Damon Ellis she hadn't seen very often before, and it was how she knew he cared about her. As much as she cared about him. Like when she had supported him with the loss of Riley, without having to say anything. Annette and her firetamer bff did not use words to describe how they felt, it wasn't neccessary. And it made it feel so good. So the blonde hoisted herself out of her bed and let out a sigh, combing a hand through her thick blonde locks. It wasn't like her at all to stay pondering in bed till 11am, normally she would be alive and kicking around 8 or 9, but lately she found herself sulking around a bit. Also very unlike Annette Mason. Tugging some clothes out of her closet, nothing too fancy though, she was not in the mood for that, and rapidly put some make-up on her face. Again, simple, just some mascara and some lipbalm, though that doesn't really count as make-up. Placing her strawhat on her head, she casted a final glance at the mirror before heading out. Hell, Damon did not care how much like a mess she looked anyways. Strolling over the street, Annette tapped the number on her iPhone, probably to wake him up. The blonde never knew if he had visitors and that was always awkward. Not that Annette cared, Damon did not care anyways. A feminine voice picked up the phone, which made Annette curve an eyebrow. "Hi. I need you to stomp Damon for me right now, you know, the dude who is laying unconcious besides you? Yes. Alright, give him to me-" The blonde ordered the rather dumb sounding girl, before an amused smirk glid on her face. "Goodmorning, sunshine. Listen, Damon, I really need to talk to you about something, and I need a hug, so I'm coming over now, okay?" Annette an Damon were those friends that came over and did not even ask anymore whether now was an appropriate time. Hell, if her best mate would call her at 3am, telling her he was on his way now, Annette would get out of bed, make some coffee and he was allowed to come. No matter what happened. So she did not care whether there was a girl in Damon's appartement right now, since he wasn't dating, so she wasn't important anyways. Annette was an emotional wreck, and she needed her friend right now. Making her way to the doorstep, the blonde pressed the doorbell and shrugged her shoulders in a rather defeated fashion. "I'm a mess, Damon.." The girl said, letting out a sigh. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

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It didn’t matter what more havoc he was going to raise in Manuka. He was leaving soon anyway. Damon always feared he was going to get a girl knocked up. He thought at least if he was going to get one knocked up, it would be someone who not only understood, but could also take care of the kid (come on, the kid was going to be an Ellis). So Rosabella. Damon had no idea on her stands, but all he knew was that he was going to haul his ass with a toothbrush across state lines to disappear out of the city. He had a plan. He always had a plan if this was to happen. What was weird to him was when he got home the first night after finding out, he went to pack, but got distracted. He just looked at all of his stuff and started to do that dangerous thinking Damon Ellis was known for not doing: Thinking. He started to think. He figured now he was going to go out with a bang. Plus, there were those that needed a proper explanation before he just high tailed his ass out of there. Damon could easily blame it on the radicals, but there wouldn’t be much point in that. Everyone was affected by the radicals. Everyone.

Problem was he couldn’t bring himself to a lot of those who needed to knows. There was Vi. Dear god. The woman was already pregnant. He couldn’t imagine what she might do. Literally, pregnant women were so un-predictable. Others would make a simple I told you so, which would hurt Damon’s pride. He’d rather lie. He would have been able to tell Riley, but alas on that one. Damon was having a better time coping, but that in no way meant he was turned positive by it. With all of that whirling in his mind, he decided he was going to fuck it all and go get a drink. Damon got a few more drinks than normal. He was not wasted, but he was not his normal tipsy state. There was defiantly drunk words slurring through his mouth at the end of the night. Oh not to worry anyone- he still remembered everything. Mostly everything. All he knew was he woke up in the middle of the night seeing the woman beside him was already asleep. Strange. He usually slept the entire night.

This meant one thing. He was sobering up. With an irritated groan, he turned to his side and tried to face away from everything and just right at his wall. Damon didn’t feel like he was eventually going to be a father. In fact, he felt quite the opposite. He wanted nothing to do with the kid. Nothing. With those sour words, he eventually drifted back to sleep only to be woken up by his date. Fuck, what was her name? Sarah? Susie? Sue? Susan? Margret? He could always guess and see if it was right. That usually offended women when he didn’t get it right. So instead, he rolled over and grumbly took the phone, not even sounding like a hello. The voice on the other line surprised him. He blinked a couple of times to hear dear Annette on the other line. She was over any time and such, but what she said in the short amount of time really… worried him. Damon didn’t easily worry. He had a general carefree whatever the fuck happens, happens. When Annette needed to say something… he wasn’t sure what to expect. ”Of course. Give me enough time to get my guest out of here.” Pretty generous than what Damon usually did. She still yelled at him. Something about being tired of guys like him. Damon wasn’t sure. He was half paying attention, if anything. There were more urgent things on his mind.

After the bitch left, he managed to sit down and rub his head a little bit. It wasn’t like him to also get a headache. With a roll of his eyes, he laid back down on his bed, only managing to put pants on. Annette could probably care less. He could be bare ass naked and she wouldn’t care. Still. There was some time he got to close his eyes before his doorbell rang. The energy in him was already left and gone, but the adrenaline for sensing there was something wrong was enough to force him to get the door. Damon could have had a billion dollars on what Annette could look like at the door. He would have lost that bet. Opening the door was like entering a weird different dimension. This was not the preppy happy badass Annette he usually saw. What happened between times of radicals and now? Her beautiful look wasn’t shinning as brightly, as if she hadn’t slept for days and days at a time. She looked like she had been through a beating.

He brought her in with a big Damon bear hug (remembering what she said on the phone). Damon needed to explain things to her as well, but honestly, he was still having a hard time believing it himself. She obviously needed him first. Damon got his nightly fix. Should have been feeling better by now. Looking down on her with a curious look, making a half smile face to hide how much he was worrying about her, he asked, ”What has my hot mess gotten herself into this time? I told you to stay off of the acid.” Typical Damon. Situations like these, there was no way he could get himself to become this emotional havoc everyone usually was. With Annette, he was more comfortable, but as far as being completely one hundred percent… it was hard. Damon was so use to Riley. So use to having everything care free with luck on his side. Not this time.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6B9591; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #EDE290;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl tagged for damon - 1390 - outfit wish you were here by pink floyd Annette had indeed exerianced better times than the present The only thought that was ringing through her pretty blonde head, was how much of a fuck up she was. A failure, just like her mother had always said she would be. Elaine had never been kind with words (not that she was kind in any way) and neither was she merciful or mild with what she had to say. Being the French aristocrat she was, Elaine Sainfriére always had an opinion about everythin gand no one would be spared if they did anything (even a minor thing) that she didn't approve off. Especially not her children and especially not rebellious Annette. Normally the hunter truly didn't give a flying fuck about anything her mother threw at her head, she just blocked out the harsh phrases that were barked at her in french, and the doom predictions of her future. But apparantely her mother had been right when she had foreseen that if Annette continued living the way she did, she'd end up pregnant and down in the gutters. So maybe the blonde hadn't sunk to the sewage of life yet, but if her father heard about this and cut her off, she sure would end up there. This all didn't really give Annette the joyous view of life she usually had, the girl justs saw no reason to smile. The girl beat herself up about the fact that she didn't just suck it up and have the thing removed, since it would be the answer to all her problems, but she really really couldn't. She was weak an dselfish, because did her own eternal guilt about this weigh up to the fact that she was pulling Ruben and the hunters down with her? No it didn't, but yet the hunter did not choose for their welfare, but for sparing herself. The consequences that it brought along, the girl was willing to take, even if it meant that some insane hunter would end up killing he rto save the world from satan's spawn and a new apocalypse. But above all, Annette missed the support to drag her out of her dark tunnel that seemed to have no ending at all. She knew their visions on supernaturals and respected them, but had always thought that it worked the same way the other way around. She had forgotten about the fact that all other races were monsters, enemies for hunters, and that by carrying around a hybrid and refusing to get it removed, she was willingly creating another enemy for them, she was a monster too. Not that Annette meant to do any harm, I mean when did she ever want to harm anyone, unless your name is Nikita Redfield or you're a superevil supernatural. That's right, never. And it stung that prejudices had changed friends into foes. Ofcourse they hadn;t all been like that, Kinsley had even offered to talk to the haters for her, Saph supported her an dfunny enough even Archer had offered her his help and support. But as much as she loved them and all support was welcome, they were not her closest friends. They were close, like all hunters were, they were family, but Annette needed Westley. If not Jude or Kinsley, Annette was closest to Westley. Of all hunters he was probably her best friend and the fact that he didn't want to speak to her anymore, it was like a stab in the heart time on time again. She missed him and didn't know how to ask him to forgive her for not telling him until that gossip bitch forced the cat out of the bag and gave her no time to tell anybody, to talk to him, to make him see that she had no other choice. And that she needed him like she did. But Annette also understood his side and his opinions and did respect his wish to keep her at a distance. So she hadn't tried contacting him, had forced herself not to call or text him or suprise visit him or anything. No, Annette would wait and if it took too long, that was when she was gonna be the one who took the first step. And it was hard for her, since she was the impatient one, but she had to. If Westley wanted and needed space, she'd give him that. Same went for Ruben, the man with whom she had manouvrated herself in this situation with. The hunter understood that he was scared and needed time to think, because it hadn't been exactly what he wanted. Hell it was probably his worst nightmare. But well, she hadn't wanted this either, not at all. Having a baby was some improbable thing in the very future, at the very bottom of her bucket list. For in a very very distant future. Hell, since she didn't think she'd ever settle down, she hadn't even considered the thought for a future perspective. Because for 1) you needed a guy for it and being a single mom wasn't something she desired to be and 2) it cost you your lifestyle. While Ruben could continue smoking and drinking and doing what not, Annette couldn't even eat steak or drink big amount of coffee, like she was used to, let alone smoke or drink. Her figure would be ruined, whether it would ever return was a mystery, she could no longer walk on high heels or do material arts or any other of those daredevil things she loved to do. Damn, ebing pregnant sucked. So all she wanted was a little support from one of her closest friends who had managed to knock her up. The blonde didn't blame him, but they were in this together, or so she hoped. But since silence was all she got from Rue, she went to the only guy who would support her through everything. Okay, if she decided to go all hardcore hunter on him and purposefully killing his family and/or friends, or maybe if she told him that she was in love with him, sure. Not that Annette could ever imagine herself being in love with Damon. God no. However so far he had never dropped her and always been there for her in his own, typically Damon-ish way. And that was why the girl loved her best friend so much. The firetamer would be the first one she called in the middle of the night if she was in danger and hoped he'd do the same. And ofcourse, Annette wasn't Damon's Riley, she didn't even try to claim that spot, knowing that she couldn't. The blonde had lost the brother she loved the most as well, hell it was the whole reason she had ever became a hunter, so she could relate to the feeling. She understood the empty hole it had left behind that no one could fill. She had one as well. But as Damon opened the door, Annette didn't have any time to registrate the worried and surprised look on his face because of how she looked. He had already pulled her into a bearhug before the blonde even had time to do so. Digging her head into her best friend's broad chest, she found herself soothed a little just by his mere presence. He always seemed to have that effect on her, that feeling of relief, that she wasn't all alone, because she had Damon. Flashing him some sort of a half-hearted smile at his joke about the acid (it was as much as she could manage) as she followed him to the living room. "Oh, if it were only that." The girl said, letting out a sigh. Dropping herself on the couch, Annette brushed a hand through her golden looks that looked dim and lifeless in contrast to the usual, looking up at her best friend. She found it difficult to formulate the words she had already been saying for a thousand of times, with a wide variety of different reactions. "You're gonna be a godfather. I got myself knocked up by a shapeshifter." Was all the hunter managed to blurt out, kicking her shoes off to slide with her feet on the couch and hugging her knees to her chest. She just sat there, waiting for the reaction that was yet to come. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[damon]

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In all honesty, there were very few things that Annette could possibly do to make him mad at her. Trying to kill any of his family members was probably one of them, but he doubted that she would go to his apartment looking like something ran her over a couple of times after an event like that. Damon couldn’t have even start guessing where it would be. She could have said she stole from the America Mint and he’d probably be poking her to spend some of the riches. Hell, he’d probably would have helped her in the first place- Damon had stolen many times before. One thing about Damon that didn’t make people want to strangle him was his ability not to judge for stupid habits like that. Those with low self-esteem tended to do mad crazy things. Then those in society made it worse and judged them for that. Damon was at least forgiving enough to let them pass. He still judged, sure. But nothing that most people judged on. Sometimes, looking down enough, there was something positive about everyone. Even the cocky know-it-all Damon Ellis.

Yes, the smile. He at least got that out of there. It made him smile a little bit more as he was waiting for all of this. Damon was fully prepared for her to burst out a laugh and say ‘scared the shit out of you didn’t I?’ then Damon would probably shove her and call her teasing names before hanging with his honest number one best friend. It was hard to say that Damon played favorites considering he viewed most people the same way. There was sexy, really sexy. Kind of sexy. Wingmen. Never touch that unless he was hammered. Assholes. Boyfriends. Ex-boyfriends. The list of people he knew could probably go on in their own little categories. Sometimes the only thing that kept Damon being Damon was the important people in his life that he did manage to favorite. It was weird. Rosabella used to be one of those people. Or still was, he hadn’t decided. Mother of his kid he should probably be a little more considerate, but dear God. There was only so much the man was able to do. Pregnant woman was something he hadn’t done yet just because he was somehow afraid it would track back to him. Didn’t do him much good now, did it?

Without the shirt, he was able to easily feel her take a relaxing sigh as well. It’s what he was there for. She let go and slumped down to the couch. It was handy that he had just cleaned that the other night, huh? Though he made her smile and relax a little more, that look she was giving him at that moment didn’t give him any reassurance. She still looked like a mess. Like someone had just killed her dog. Damon generally wasn’t good at stuff like this. He always said the wrong things and serious situations seriously caught him completely off guard. Damon always had to crack a joke or just assume that someone else was joking if it wasn’t going to be him. Still, he tried to focus on not being himself for the sake of Annette. He had no idea what he was dealing with. The only thing Damon knew that girls cared about was boys and he hadn’t known of any boyfriend. Or whatever. He took a big breath, and figured out that he, in a way, had to prepare for this. It was worse than acid? Holy fuckaroo.

There was no small little chit chat to get to the point. She pretty much opened it up. For a moment, all Damon heard out of that sentence was ‘father’ and he was about to be livid. He was going to be a father to two fucking kids within how many months?! But he took a moment to take all of it in. She had a God in front of that father. She was knocked up by a shapeshifter, not a firetamer. That made him feel a lot better. Except worry pierced him all over again. Hunters were evil sons of bitches (except for Annette but that was obviously a given) and probably had no mercy for the woman that got knocked up by a lesser species. He was sure the father was just as pleasant as he was when it came to daddy hood. Damon wasn’t sure how to react. A knot twisted in his stomach as he suddenly though. Oh, no, there was no way this would happen. She found out about him and was totally kidding around and trying to mess with him. That was like the pair of them. To come in and frighten each other, then wrestle about it later. So he started laughing, pointing and sitting down next to her, ”Oh ha, ha, yes, and I discovered I’m related to the pope.” He told her with a roll of his eyes, trying to see that he wasn’t falling for this little trick.

Except… he looked at her face again. That was a serious face. There was no way she was going to put on that kind of show to mess with his head. Dark circles under her eyes and she was curled up in this little pathetic ball like she was cold. And Damon kept his place pretty hot considering it was just his natural environment as a firetamer. ”Wait… holy shit, Annette, you’re serious?” He phrased like a question, lifting his eyebrow and forgetting for a moment of his own self in this. Which was generally impossible. The Annette sitting right in front of him was pregnant. Like, going to have a child. ”What are you going to do?” He asked. If she was going to get rid of it, perhaps he would be able to connect what she was thinking and try to convince Rosabella. Though he wasn’t sure if he saw her doing that. Or Annette for that matter.

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[ANNETTE DORYCE MASON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6B9591; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #EDE290;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl tagged for damon - 1046 - outfit wish you were here by pink floyd Like Damon, Annette knew many many people, placed in neatly organized boxed with 'aboslutely definately to touch', 'to touch', 'not to touch' and 'not even to touch if it was the last person on earth'. And ofcourse she had her friends and foes and hookups and fwbs and sometimes Annette's head just messed up by all the people she knew and all the people that had an opinion about her. And a lot of people had an opinion about her. Even the damn gossip bitch made a habit of writing hostile shit about the bouncy blonde. Those things made Annette wonder what the hell she had done wrong to the world except sharing her love and being gentle and kind. She never hurt anybody except for those who deserved it, the bad ass evil supernaturals who only hurt other people and themselves. The ones that deserved to be dead, and furthermore, she would never hurt a fly. Just given the fact that she as hunter got herself knocked up by a shapeshifter said enough about the blonde's attitude towards supernaturals, to the disappointment of most hunters. So yes, the past couple of weeks had been dreadfully hard on the girl, but she was glad to now be with Damon, her best friend, the one she had already had numerous fights about with other hunters because he was a firetamer and he was an Ellis. But she was sure his family was not too happy with his best friend being her as a human either, so Annette couldn't care less about what they thought. They were not her boss, they could despise her all they wanted, but she was her own individual and she had done nothing wrong. But ofcourse it hurt to be treated like that, especially when you never mean harm to anybody who does not deserve it. It was also the reason why miss Mason could not get rid off this child, no matter how she knew that it would be so much easier if she did. But the girl couldn't, because she knew she'd walk around feeling guilty about it for the rest of her life. She knew how she'd run away from such a clinic because she did not agree with the methods, with the reason why. And she was sure her baby would never become a danger for society. A human/shapeshifter hybrid was not something to be very afraid of, since it was human for more parts than that it was shapeshifter. And looking at her own personality and Rue's, she was sure that her baby would never be as evil as Easton Levy was. She knew that wouldn't happen. Yet her fellow hunters were not so sure and claimed she was giving birth to a monster, which was again a stab in her heart. Why did they always have to be so hard on her? Which was why she was so glad to be in Damon's arms, to feel his warmth and safety and know that he was the one person who would never judge her, would never let her down, no matter what she'd do. She saw the look on his face and realized he might not have listened well enough because she saw some sort of alarm flashing over his handsome face, but soon aferwards it faded, which meant he understood and had heard her correctly. The girl merely curved an eyebrow at him when he laughed at her as if she was joking, calling himself related to the pope. "Damon, we wouldn't want to do that to that poor pope." She said slightly mocking, allowing a faint, teasing smile to glide on her lips, because she loved Damon, she did and she wanted to be happy so he wouldn't feel so awkward, because Annette knew him so well that she knew serious situations were hardly his thing. But he was trying, and he was trying for her, and it made her heart glow. Because somehow a voice back in her head nagged that she did not deserve people being nice to her, because she planned on raising a worldthreatening monster. Shush, brain, Annette told herself while her best friend took his time to realize she wasn't joking. He asked her what she was gonna do, and the hunter shrugged, a defeated expression on her face. "I don't know, Damon. I can't get rid off it, no matter how that would be the easiest solution, but everyone's so hard on me." Her voice sounded soft, hoarse and broken, like one who seriously had no clue what to do anymore. The girl hugged her knees closer to her chest, resting her head on top of them, and let out a sigh. At moments like this she had seriously no clue about what she should do. She felt like that dude in Life of Pi, floating helplessly in the ocean with nothing but a tiger. But coming to think of it, Annette did not even have a cruddy tiger. It was just her and herself, and well Damon now, since she had decided to come to him. It might be that she would cry at some point, though the blonde seriously hoped that she wouldn't, since she never cried in front of other people, not even Damon. Her mother's voice kept nagging in the back of her head that ladies did not cry in front of other people, that they faked a brilliant smile and kept their pain to themselves. Annette always tried to do that, so it was why she hated to be vulnerable in front of others, even in front of her best friend. Even her explosion of tears towards Rue when she had just discovered and had to tell him had only lasted for a couple of minutes, before the girl had pulled herself together again, like some mechanic robot. Damn, she hated it that she could not drink right now. "I just- the hunters hate me. Ruben needs some time to think, the gossip bitch tells people to kill me, I just- It's just too much." The girl said, letting out a sigh, and desperately pushed back the tears that were glinting in the corners of her vivid blue eyes. Ladies do not cry in public. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

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Damon wasn’t going to lie. If this were anyone else, he would probably super zone out. It had been hard to listen to Rosabella when she came back a couple of days later. He was just staring at her and she was looking at him for a response. Oops. She had to repeat. In not so nice of a tone as before. Damon had a hard time with all of it, but he managed to at least comprehend the conversation. Here, all of his attention was on her. Well, ninety-five percent of it, which was pretty much all of it. The rest of it was wondering why he was going to be a father and how quickly it was going to take him to leave. Annette wasn’t going to like that bit of information, so Damon decided that if any confessions were going to come out of this, it was going to be just the baby thing. From what Annette’s face showed, it wasn’t the right time. Normally, Damon sucked at timing, so he was rather impressed with himself that he made a mental note to shut up about the entire move out forever thing.

He didn’t think there was a time where she was in worse condition. It freaked him out. He just wanted to plant something on her head to make it better. Becoming a magical cool warlock or something and then ‘boom’ had a potion to make her smile again. Damon at least had some of his cool wise cracks. In fact, what he saw excitedly, she managed a weak smile. A weak one. But it classified as a smile and not this sad little almost like a quiver lip she was making. Damon was conflicted. Part of him was glad that she was holding it in, as crying women weren’t exactly his profession and he was terrible at them. Another part of him was being killed over and dead by her trying so damn hard. Mostly because he knew what it was like to be on the other side. When Riley died, he had been the exact same way. A hard face. He hadn’t wanted to see anyone. His face was hard. His soul turned cold. Damon wasn’t a ‘I want comfort’ person. He was a ‘leave me the fuck alone’

But Annette seemed to want people when she was upset. So holding it was probably different for her. Damon knew that if he told her to let it out, it would open him up as the person that had to see those tears. He wasn’t sure his mental state could handle that. Maybe he should die. Oh, fuck confliction! ”The pope would be honored. Grant me to heaven and shit.” He said, throwing his arms up in the air. If any of that existed, he was pretty sure that the comment alone was going to send him to hell. Ah well. Damon also had the mentality that he was going to live forever despite being nothing but a firetamer. He wasn’t sure how that was going to happen, but all he knew was that it was going to happen no matter if nature said differently. Her expression turned into this completely defeated look when he asked her what she was going to do. Getting rid of it was a woman thing and he wasn’t even going to begin going into those politics.

A very defensive protective Damon was staring to emerge. With what was happening to his friends and family lately, he felt that this was all developing that scary side of him. A scary side that he actually didn’t notice, but it was something fierce. With little mercy and a very dangerous attitude. No more messing with his family and the people he actually cared about- which believe it or not did exist. So when she was saying ‘everyone’, he watched her carefully. ”Who is this everyone? They’re not having the damn baby.” The only option that mattered was the mothers. If Damon had his way, he wouldn’t be having a child with Rosabella, but that was her choice. He was going to be gone and she was going to have to deal with it. Maybe that… one fellow the gossip girl was talking about could come in. Damon had indeed read the gossip thingy and though had a cocky attitude about the gossip girl liking him and all, was very weary of this ghost guy. He wasn’t sure how he was even involved, but it was that protective thing that Damon was growing. He didn’t know what to call it just yet.

She curled into that little ball again, so tight she could put her knees on it. How could she even breath? No, unacceptable. Damon put an arm around her and pulled her toward him, taking her legs off of her chest and across his lap. ”Stop that, you look like a fortune cookie.” He muttered, putting her close to him instead. Damon was pretty strong and the heat his fire blood produced was more than herself crawling into a ball. She could cling to him if she wanted. Conflicting crying he was barely able to take- let alone this little thing she put herself in. A slightly guilty part of him wondered if this was what Rosabella was doing, but he reminded himself that the girl was way different. She was strong and as far as Damon knew- had nothing to really worry about. Annette was among the land of hunters. Otherwise known as assholes. He was even friends with one of the asshole ones, but that was different. Cas was more like a drinking buddy. Strictly.

Just as he imagined. The hunters. The gossip bitch (he was shocked that Annette didn’t know then, but he supposed he really only looked on there for himself). She was really close to it now, and Damon was trying to prepare himself. Her eyes were that shinny material. That was worse. He’d rather her bawl then watch her fight it off like a lion. ”Quit fighting. I’m the only one here.” He told her quietly. If anyone could see Damon, they would think he was a completely different person. Maybe he was. Did he care? Not a bit. ”Fuck other hunters Annette! Come on, ninety-nine percent are assholes and dickheads.” Not exactly the brightest and most inspirational speeches, but he wasn’t happy that people were giving his Nettie so much shit. If someone was doing this to Rosabella, he’d probably react the same way. It was his kid. That he was planning to never see- but his little child none the less.

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