How Old Is Damon On Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

It was a kiss full of aggression. As Damon's tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth, Celeste felt a bit dazed for a moment. After more than four years, Damon was now 30 years old. He used to look thin in clothes but muscular without them, boasting well-defined muscles. Years of psychological torment had taken a toll on his weight, making his jawline sharper and giving his face and expression a more youthful appearance than before. The breath between his lips was refreshing, with a hint of menthol tobacco.

" She already likes you, sweetie." Hearing it from him, feels like euphoria, that calm my havoc feeling. Damon guided me to the edge of the bed, we sit there as he calls her mother. Right! I should not be nervous, it's not as if I've done something wrong. " Wait, what's your mother's name? I don't know her name... What about her age?", I asked Damon as the phone keeps on ringing, waiting to be answered. " It's Cassandra Cole Becket, and I don't think it's necessary to know her age. But since you asked, she's already 55.", Damon responded.

’ he mocked. ‘Yes!’ I snapped back. ‘So can you just shut up for a moment so I can actually think about the matter at hand?’ Pissed off, ‘I won't!’ Maverick snarled, his possessive instincts completely flaring up. ‘You've always had things your way, but not this time. I want her. She's mine. She's fucking ours. And we are not letting her slip away just because you're hung up on being twice her age or whatever bullshit reason you're making up! You are forty-one, Damon, not over a hundred for goodness sake!’

"I thought I would say hi to your sister." "Is that really why you came here, Julia?" Damon furrowed his brows. "Here I was thinking you liked me." "I do like you," Julia rushed her words, which got me frowning and Damon smiling. What game is he playing? Holding the teddy bear tight, I looked at Julia. She must be around twenty-five or twenty-six. She seemed mature. I didn't want to see this. I should give them privacy. Turning around to leave, Damon held my hand, stopping me. "Where do you think you're going?"

How was she supposed to hide her feelings for him? “Let’s say I agree and I fall in love with you, then what?” she asks “We terminate the contract and go our separate ways,” he tells her. “So even after terminating the contract, I still don’t stand a chance?” she asks. “No you don’t,” he says. “Have you ever done this before?” she asks. “No, I have fucked around, sure but never got into an agreement with anyone.” “How old are you?” Damon asks “22” she replies.

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

The gesture was weary in a way she had never seen him before. He looked down at the floor, his shoulders slumping and she swallowed, almost tasting the palpable grief in the air. "I witnessed my father murdering my mother," Damon suddenly said. His voice was painfully hollow. "I was seven and no one believed me when I told them. They still don't." Talia's grip on the letter tightened and her chest ached. She wanted to reach out and hug him, maybe say something but she knew nothing she would say would bring his mother back.

I was about to respond that we were playing a game when what I heard next stopped me. "Hello son." An aged voice greeted outside. I couldn't see Damon's face, but his side profile told me more than enough. He was pissed. Picking up Liam, I went to the door, honestly my curiosity was for majority of the reason. Damon was 4 years older than me, so I was little when I ran into his parents, I could barely remember what they looked like. All the times my parents and I went to their house, they went upstairs to meet with his parents while I played with the gloomy kid- Damon.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

Lucas smirked trying to get his attention. "I didn't summon you. I asked you to come." "That's what a summons is." Damien finally looked up. He studied his friend for a moment the way he studied most things without hurry and without giving away what he was thinking, "April Sterling," he said while Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yeah…” "She's seventeen," Damien said. "I know how old she is." "Then explain to me what you're doing." Lucas shifted slightly. "It's not what it looks like."