Lyra
Oh my God, it was Damon, and the second I heard his voice, the one that always made my knees go weak even when he wasn’t pissed off, I knew someone was about to die because he did not sound like a man anymore, he sounded like a storm that had been waiting its whole life to destroy everything in its path.
Darren was standing there with blood on his lip, actually smiling, like he didn’t just almost get himself killed twice over tonight, like he wanted to make it three times because apparently his brain had leaked out with all that blood and left nothing but madness behind.
Damon stepped forward, he wasn’t rushing, he wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t doing anything except clenching his fists so tight his knuckles looked white even in the shadows.
He stopped right in front of Darren and I
