|Brand New Colony
Author: LadyDeadpool007 PM
Miya loves Damon with all her heart & she is willing to go down those hard roads with him. Even though he is difficult & he makes her angry Damon knows that Miya will always love him unless Elana gets in the way...Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Damon S. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,547 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 03-02-13 - Published: 03-26-12 - id: 7961983
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"Can I ask you some questions?" Natalie took a sip of her coffee.
After I slept for ten hours Natalie came to wake me up. I needed a wake boost and also something to do, so I took Natalie with me to the local coffee shop called The Wedding. It was a small shop filled with cool retro stuff. The coffee was great and the people you could pick for blood always smelled great. Their blood also had a hint of coffee in it.
"Fine." I sipped on my black coffee and watched all the interesting necks pulse with blood.
"Will you change me?"
"No. Next question."
"Next question," I muttered.
"Will you ever change me?"
"Why won't you answer my questions?"
"I don't know all the answers," I said.
"Oh," she sighed. "Will you explain Damon to me?"
"Impossible." I smiled.
"You two have been married for so long. Like 100 years or something years. You must have him figured out."
"Honey, I have figured him out. I just don't want you to have nightmares," I laughed and sucked down more coffee.
"Is he a monster?"
"He is my monster," I smiled.
Natalie gulped, "If he is a monster why don't you leave him?"
"He is my monster. I created him. The man is my man Natalie. After screwing the same man for 100 years you get a habit out of it," I smiled. "We have been and gone through a lot of stuff already. You just can't leave it…"
"Is it good?"
"The sex. Clearly if you've been together for that long. Is it?"
"That really is none of your business, Natalie. Why would you wonder about my sex life?" I glared at her.
"Boredom," she shrunk in her chair.
"How do you not burn in the sun?"
"Ring," I pointed at my right ring finger. The ring I wore was made of gold. The top of the ring as was a pendent with a dagger through a heart. The dagger gleamed silver and the heart was a dark ruby. The background of the pendent was a smoke gray.
"Is it bewitched?"
"Yes. It came from an old friend of mine when I was a younger vampire. Damon's ring is different than mine. You have to see it for yourself."
"Why would a witch give you those rings?"
"She gave us the rings because she was a companion of my friends."
"Did you kill her?"
"Yeah," I laughed and drank more coffee.
Natalie was silent and stared at her coffee. "I don't understand."
"You and Damon."
"It's complicated," I muttered.
"How? One moment you two are having sex and the next you are yelling at him."
"Never doubt I don't love him, Natalie."
"Yet, you sleep with other men."
"Afterwards, I kill them."
"Why, that is so wrong!"
"Damon also? He kills the women he slept with also?"
"Yes, but he keeps them around for a while before he kills them. I kill mine quickly."
Natalie looked down at her blue flower print skirt. She had on a plain white shirt. Her sandals were leather and hear wavy blonde hair hung down her back.
"Why haven't you killed me?"
"You haven't given me a reason to," I said.
"Then why am I here?"
"You don't enjoy living with me and my husband?"
"I appreciate it."
"Right. Without me you would still be living on the streets."
"It was just one night."
"Since you ran away, mounds of horrible things could've happened to you. Without my help you would be dead or worse."
"What's worse than being dead?"
"Lots of things."
"Excuse me miss."
I turned my head and I saw a man in a leather trench coat. His hair was brown and raggedy. His eyes wear a pale blue. His smelled of after shave even though he really did need to shave his bristly chin.
"Am I among my own?"
"Yes," I gleamed my razor sharp teeth.
"Great," he smiled also. His fangs were long and sharp as well. "May I join you?"
He smiled at Natalie and sat next to me on the white couch. "I'm Alonso."
"I'm Miya Salvatore and this is my assistant Natalie."
"Wait, Miya Salvatore? You are a legend! It's a great privilege to meet you."
"Nobody likes a kiss ass," I muttered.
"True," Alsonso smiled at Natalie. "How old are you?"
"I'm-" Natalie started to say.
"Don't answer him," I snapped.
Natalie shut her mouth and stared at me.
"Someone doesn't live to be 500 by telling everyone their business," I said to Alonso.
"Yes, my oldest," he smirked. "So, may I ask where the infamous Damon?"
I didn't like this guy. He was very suspicious to me. There was such a thing as friendly and there was nosey. Why would this man want all my business?
"Yes, well, I must be off," I said while I stood up to leave. Natalie stood up before me and headed to the door.
"Don't trust everyone," I told Natalie once we were inside my black BMW.
"Guess I shouldn't trust you either," Natalie mumbled.