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The Twins

A sweet smell drifted in the breeze…taunting, luring…forbidden. It promised many things like life and pleasure, filling the mind with images of a tantalizing red liquid. Blood…it was always blood. Everything revolved around it like planets to a sun.

Such monstrous ideas it put into the minds of the damned.

Desiray had long since learned to resist such temptation, but that didn't mean she always succeeded. The burning in her veins and the monster screaming in her head was sometimes overpowering. Fragile control snapped and the beast was free to indulge in its new found freedom, but at least she tried.

The same could not be said for her idiotic brother Damon.

Desiray was currently perched on some run down building in the town of… ok so Desiray didn't know what the town was called; she never paid much attention to the wizarding world or anything else really. Except for the occasional meal of course… Even now as lazy dark eyes scanned the land below, her black hair swaying around mid-back and shinning with hints of crimson highlights, just like her eyes, she was frustrated and more than a little lost.

Unfortunately her massive ego would not allow her to admit this…

With a small sigh Desiray stepped off the roof top and landed in a very cat like manner, the dark leather trench coat she wore fanning out behind her to revel the black silk shirt and leggings that clung to a deliciously curved body. She tilted her head upwards and dragged in a deep breath, scenting.

That brother of hers had to be here somewhere. That cold, pine scent that clung to the evening breeze was definitely his. Following her instincts, Desiray took off in the general direction of the smell.

She was invisible in the dark, non-excitant really since there was no sound to prove that she was moving, only glimpses of shadows. She scaled up some building to get a better view and jumped a few gaps before coming to a halt…and nearly falling off the edge into an ally way.

Her gracefulness left much to be desired at times.

After scoffing quietly at herself, Desiray set her sights on the scene below.

A girl near her mid-teens ran desperately down the darkened backstreet, her body trembling as she fought the fear of being hunted that plagued her mind. She was being stalked by no other than Damon Salvatore, the asshole that made it her job to make sure he didn't cause too much mayhem.

He wore mostly the same thing Desiray wore, just that his trench coat had the sleeves cut off to reveal thin but fit arms and some dark jeans that held a loose chain belt which made a ghostly noise as he moved. His blue eyes were locked on his prey and a wide toothy grin dominated his face.

Oh she was going to enjoy ruining his fun.

The girls panic eventually ran her into a dead end; she felt at the wall as if trying to slip through before turning slowly to face her tormenter.

Damon was there of course, less than a foot away with his shoulder length blond hair casting an ominous shadow across his face. Those cold blue eyes pierced through the girls frightened brown ones as he placed both hands on the wall behind her, blocking off any exit.

"Hello beautiful…" His dark voice purred seductively.

The girl's natural response was to scream, but when she tried, nothing came out. Fear had robbed her of any sound, leaving her gaping like a dying fish.

The vampire grinned, sensing the growing distress within the girl and used a pale hand to tilt her neck.

"Don't worry…" He murmured, brushing a strand of strand of curly brown hair away from his point of interest, "I know it's your first time. I'll be gentle."

She whimpered as Damon lent down, causing a smirk to appear on his face and reveal long needle like fangs.

Unfortunately, the act of Damon's feeding didn't last more than three seconds for a hand had clamped around his collar and yanked him back rather forcefully. He cursed loudly and scowled at his attacker. Icy eyes met flaming red and the man growled angrily.

"What the hell, Desiray?" The vampire demanded.

The woman grinned, a hand still clamped on his collar while the other was shoved casually in a pocket. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

He glared.

"Seriously Damon," Desiray sighed, all joking aside, "You're too careless. Father said not to go hunting in obvious wizard territory. That would include this little area of…Diagon Ally is it?" She checked her mental map to clarify her guess, "Yes, there are too many connections to the war."

Damon struggled halfheartedly in her grip, his eyes focusing on the traumatized girl that had sunk to the ground, "Come on Des, It's only one girl. Plus she's a virgin!"

A sigh.

Damon had a thing for virgins; their pure scent drove him wild at times, well wilder than he already was. Desiray could admit that the smell was tempting, but not as much as that dark scent that radiated off the most twisted of humanity.

Desiray set her eyes on the stunned girl, their eyes connecting for only a moment before she turned back to Damon.

"No brother, this girl is…linked. I feel she holds a certain importance in the scheme of things…if you catch my drift."

Damon groaned, jerking out of her grip and crossing his arms like a stubborn child, "Damn seer. You ruin everything."

The woman just shrugged before kneeling in front of the terrified girl. She placed a hand under her chin and immobilized her with a look. Desiray mentally grasped one of the tethers to the girls mind and overpowered it, forcing the memory to delete itself before sending a command to her brain that sent the teen into a deep slumber.

Desiray stood back up to nag at her brother about the trouble he was eventually going to get himself in only to turn and notice the empty space he had left behind.

"Damn it Damon!" She growled out in frustration, hating that he had left her to clean up his mess like always. Soon, he would get into more trouble and this process would go full circle until he got bored and started some other 'game'.

That man was going to be the death of her.