Frachamachiatto

Warning: If you are religious, this may not be the chapter for you. Please be warned.


Damon

There was a time when anjos roamed the earth as like water in the ocean; there was a time humans can see their anjos face to face; there was a time humans accepted the plans of God for their lives, there was a time it was a taboo to disobey God’s order. But every now and then, when anjos like me come along, we defile them and set time back. And that is the reason why humans can no longer see their guardian anjos with the naked eyes.

It was a Saturday, I had just returned from my mid-day snack, but...

I'm on twitter...and being a TVD fã am amongst the wars of shipping couples-I always thought Stelena and Bamon fãs would be on one side and Delena fãs on the other but for some reason Stelena and Bamon fãs now seem to be fighting amongst them selves.

When TVD ended me and others were sooo annoyed with Elena and apparently in one of my tweets I called her a slut to another Stelena Fan-because in my opinion she should not have kissed him and also every DE fã was gloating away and sending smug tweets to aleatório BD and SE fãs (including me) Okay perhaps I was wrong to call Elena a slut but...

"Damon. No! Get that stuff away from me!!"

"Bonnie...Bonnie, get over here! Now! Stop playing around, you stupid witch!"

The leather clad vampire scrambles toward the fading witch who's tossed him into the far cavewall. A task he knows she's too weakened for. Idiot teenager.

He winces slightly when he feels a slight jab in his brain the moment after, that almost immediately dissipates.

"Don't call me stupid!" the green eyed judge breathes druggedly, and he grits his teeth and rolls his eyes in annoyance. Yet another unaffordable use of magic.

It takes him less than 2 segundos to mover to the ground...