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Lost Love - Part 5Russia:
Damon was walking down the hall to Viktor's office when he felt a small prick on the side of his neck. "What th....." Everything went black.
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"Hello Mr. Salvatore." Said little six year old Jena Crippen. "Whatcha doing?"
"Why hello Jena. I'm just fixing the water fountain. What are you doing?"
"My momma just made a fresh batch of muffins and I thought you might want one." She handed him a muffin from the basket she was carrying. "They're banana." Jena smiled and sat down beside Stefan. Taki
Lost Love - Part 4Russia:
"Um..... we were...... uh......." Damon didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the guard what Nikolai had told him. Or that Nikolai and him were friends. Or even
"I was just reminding Mr. Salvatore what happens to people that don't follow the rules." He gave Damon a half dirty look (for the guard), half 'go with it' look (obviously for Damon). But when they looked back at the guard, they could tell what he was thinking. Damon looked fine. No blood, not a scratch, not even a bruise. Damon tried to look the other way to hide his face. Nikolai could tell that wasn't helping. Still looking the other way, Damon all of a sudden felt a sharp pain in his jaw. He hit the ground, still unaware of what just happened. Damon looked up, and right away he realized why his one and only friend had just punched him in the face.
"Well it looks like you won't be making that mistake again." The guard laughed. "And why isn't he in shackles?" He asked Nikolai.
"Shackles?" Nikolai never even though
Lost Love - Part 3Russia:
Damon woke with a start. Nightmares, they haunted him. It had been a few weeks since his letter was sent. He wondered if there would be a reply. A letter, a note, anything, just something to tell him that Katerina had read the letter. Oh the letter. Damon imagined the look on her face as she read it. Her eyes filling with tears of joy, calling on Stefan to share the great news. Time would not move fast enough, he wanted to see her now.
"Mr. Salvatore?" The guard asked in a heavy Russian accent. It was Nikolai. Probably the nicest guard in the dreadful place. And one of Damon's only friends. Over the years he and Nikolai had become close. As it turns out, Nikolai didn't want to be a soldier, he was forced to be one. Taken away from the love of his life as well.
"Yes sir." He replied anxiously. Nikolai took a half rusted key out of his pocket and placed it in the lock.
"You are wanted by Viktor Mihailov. The head guard. He said it is important. It's about your release. But I give
Lost Love - Part 2Mystic Falls:
Katerina rolled over in bed. She opened he eyes far enough to see the brilliant shade of blue that made up Stefan's eyes. "I can't stop thinking about Damon. What will happen when he finds out about us?" Stefan asked.
"You've asked that question 400 times. Relax. It's been nine years. He probably doesn't love me anymore. Or maybe he found someone else. I know I did." As she said the last sentence, she caressed his face with her hand.
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It was mid afternoon when Damon received a letter. It read,
Dear Mr. Salva
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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