Ian Somerhalder Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

he replied, still maintaining the smirk on his haggard face. Elder Damon stood there for some seconds before finally turning back to drop the syringe. He might have threatened to walk out of there with his dead body, but that was not his goal. The man in front of him must not die until he gets the answer he’s looking for. “Now tell me while I am still nice, where did you put it?” Elder Damon questioned, leaning on the arms of the chair the man was strapped on. “What exactly?” “You know” he hit him, hard across the face, making his lips bleed.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

By the time I arrived at the pier, the sun was above the Thames, blanketing the entire place with heat. Salvatore was already there, leaning against the railing, smoke curling from his cigarette. He looked deceptively ordinary in his tailored suit despite being the heir to the Donati dynasty. "Vin," he greeted me, not bothering to extinguish his cigarette. "Quite the show your Kingwicke girl gave us this morning.” I kept my expression neutral. "Not as much as your man Rodriguez did." I said sarcastically “He gave a damn good show” Salvatore scoffed, flicking ash into the water. "I'm only doing what I was paid to do."

The woman the whole world thought Damien had murdered. The anchor’s voice rose with excitement. “Liam Carver is reportedly confessing that he was held captive and brutally beaten by Carlos Osmond himself. He claims Osmond forced him to testify falsely against Damien Voss. Liam has admitted in being in a secret relationship with Mrs. Osmond, and that Osmond discovered the affair and decided to use him to settle the score with Damien Voss. According to Carver, Osmond captured him shortly after his wife disappeared, tortured him for days to ensure his silence, and orchestrated the entire frame job.”

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

He asked. "No, not at all" Salvador shook his head. "I just want to gain more experience here and I heard that you treat your workers right. I want to be a palace soldier" Damon smirked. "Why? You're a man with freedom, why do you want to be a servant?" Damon isn't foolish, he knows that the man wants to be close to Daisy. He turned and gave Salvatore a look. Salvatore nodded in acknowledgement. Damon wasn't sure if he wants anyone closer to Daisy. He can't do her such favor. Period.

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

I sat on my swivel chair while leaning my head, “Okay, what is it?” “I saw your wife.” My heart suddenly skipped a beat after I heard my wife’s name, so I asked. “How do you know her? and where did you see her?” “In Ibiza.” “Ibiza? How come she was in Ibiza…all along? Don’t tell that she has been kidnapped by a notorious vampire? Is that what you mean?” I stood up and waited for him to answer me. Damon said. “Yes, and I know who was the one who was behind all of these evil schemes. Salvatore Pete! First, he took my son away from me, and now….he’s with Catalina Sullivan. Your wife, your wife has been missing for three weeks….”

Salvatore’s voice called sharply: “Damien. To my study. Now.” Damien stiffened. Something in the old man’s voice… made fear coil inside him. He entered the study. And stopped cold. Across the desk were files, photos, documents — and at the very center, a birth certificate. His eyes landed on the name written beside “Mother.” Elena Salvatore. Damien’s heart stopped. “What… what is this?” he asked, his voice barely audible. Old Mr. Salvatore looked at him without mercy.