Really, now. This place needed to stop pretending with its little recreational activities or whatever. It was so not working out. At all.
Still, curiosity overrode annoyance, thus: here he was. Damon hadn't been able to see who it was his brother had been speaking to earlier which only meant he was interested in finding out. Hungry or not, Stefan didn't usually look so obviously ready to pounce on some random kid. Obvious to him, at least. He more than knew his brother well enough to recognize that look with a glance, recognize the way his fingers curled. Something had been happening in that conversation. Normally, he would've been able to overhear it and none of this would've even been necessary, but what could he do.
Except kill a few people. Of course. When in doubt, that was always an option.
He leaned idly against the far wall, not quite expecting to spot who he was looking for off the bat—back of the head, not that useful—but the truth was, he didn't have anything better to occupy his time with. He'd already talked to Elena and he'd already talked to Stefan; there was only so much those two could do when it came to taking his mind off of things. Especially when those things were sheer, basic instincts.
He needed to wait until tonight, that was all. He hadn't been lying earlier. He was going to eat something, one way or another, and he didn't care what or who. Enough was enough. The only thing stopping him now was his unwillingness to expose himself in a crowded room. It would lead to Stefan, which would lead to Elena, and he didn't want that happening.
He remembered when that hadn't mattered. Hell of a lot easier back then. What had made him decide to start caring again, anyway? Caring was never a good idea. He'd known that. And yet—
Sometimes, even he had a few brief seconds where he would admit that maybe he was an idiot when it came to some things. One thing. Always the same damn thing, each and every time.
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Still, curiosity overrode annoyance, thus: here he was. Damon hadn't been able to see who it was his brother had been speaking to earlier which only meant he was interested in finding out. Hungry or not, Stefan didn't usually look so obviously ready to pounce on some random kid. Obvious to him, at least. He more than knew his brother well enough to recognize that look with a glance, recognize the way his fingers curled. Something had been happening in that conversation. Normally, he would've been able to overhear it and none of this would've even been necessary, but what could he do.
Except kill a few people. Of course. When in doubt, that was always an option.
He leaned idly against the far wall, not quite expecting to spot who he was looking for off the bat—back of the head, not that useful—but the truth was, he didn't have anything better to occupy his time with. He'd already talked to Elena and he'd already talked to Stefan; there was only so much those two could do when it came to taking his mind off of things. Especially when those things were sheer, basic instincts.
He needed to wait until tonight, that was all. He hadn't been lying earlier. He was going to eat something, one way or another, and he didn't care what or who. Enough was enough. The only thing stopping him now was his unwillingness to expose himself in a crowded room. It would lead to Stefan, which would lead to Elena, and he didn't want that happening.
He remembered when that hadn't mattered. Hell of a lot easier back then. What had made him decide to start caring again, anyway? Caring was never a good idea. He'd known that. And yet—
Sometimes, even he had a few brief seconds where he would admit that maybe he was an idiot when it came to some things. One thing. Always the same damn thing, each and every time.
[Edward Cullen :3]