A Warrior's Love

Damon Salvatore is older than everyone thinks he is...his soul is also not entirely Damon's either. Reincarnation has been a researched theory numerous times, but hardly anyone ever remembers their past life....but Damon does. Maybe that is why he is the way he is...or maybe it helped him become the vampire he is today. But what happens when his past comes back to haunt him? Read and you will see


12. A-ya...Reincarnated or a Sleep Deprived Hallucination?

Damon took a slightly defensive stance as a short muscular male with long blonde hair tied back and a tattooed face approached them followed by a slightly large group of tall warriors that he soon recognized as the Sons of Erebus Warriors. He briefly wondered why they were there before they captured his complete attention again as they came to a stop from the small defensive line his group had formed. 

The short male stepped forward and said "I am Dragon Lankford, Sword Master here at the House of Night." Damon watched as he eyed each one in the small group with a speculative look before Damon stepped forward to stand in front of the Sword Master. Without even thinking about what he was doing, Damon fisted a hand over his heart and bowed formally as he said "Merry Meet Sword Master, I am Damon Salvatore." He could feel the stares of the rest of the group as he stood back up to his full height which seemed to make him tower over the shorter Sword Master.

Damon saw Dragon blink at him before answering "Merry Meet Damon Salvatore. Are you and your group covering your marks for a safety concern from the local humans?" 

Damon felt his insides clench a little as he answered "No sir. We are not Marked vampyres. We are a different species of vampires and we were hoping to have a word with your High Priestess about the murder of the two human teenagers if she can spare us the time to meet with her."

Dragon skewered him with his gaze as he said "Interesting. Yet you knew how to formally greet a vampyre in our world, while alas your group was confused...you are an intriguing vampire Damon Salvatore."

Damon felt his stomach clench at the thought of trying to explain where he learned the formal greeting process to Klaus or Stefan; he hadn't intentionally done it, it was just habit from being a Warrior of Nyx for so long. He watched the tradition start as well as the formal handshakes that the vampyres all had.

He didn't say anything to that as he asked "Is your High Priestess available for a few moments?" 

Dragon answered "I am unsure. She might be meeting with a fledgling before class starts soon. How long would you need?" 

Damon looked at Klaus who answered "We would only like a few moments of her time. 10 at most. We will not dare interrupt her classes. Education is important to young minds." 

Dragon skewered the Original with his gaze before turning to a warrior and addressing him "Christophe, go see if our High Priestess has a few moments to spare for their group." 

As the warrior rushed away he said, "Let us make our way into the reception hall to await an answer." He turned with the other warriors and led the way. Damon pretended not to notice the glances that Klaus, and Stefan were giving him since his greeting of the Sword Master. He heard someone fall into step next to him and he spared a glance and was thankful to find that it was just Enzo. The British vampire looked at him and Damon nodded to the unspoken question in the other vampire's eyes. He wasn't exactly sure if he was going to be okay, but for now he was doing fine....unknowingly about to throw his self-control away and almost lose everything he worked so hard to hide. 

They entered the castle-like structure that was the school and saw a room that was spacious with furniture and Damon figured this was the entrance room that the Sword Master was talking about. He wondered what exactly it was used for besides guests; he didn't think that the House of Night got frequent visitors. He was kind of lost in his own thoughts until he felt a tugging deep down in the core of his body. 

He frowned and looked up to see what his soul was trying to tell him. He felt like someone dumped ice down his spine as he froze at the girl standing in front of him. She had dark hair that was almost black, olive skin, and from what he could see; dark brown eyes. She had Native American features, especially in her cheek bones that accented the Sapphire Blue tattooing that framed her face. He felt a sharp stab at his soul as he glimpsed the blue marking on her neck, which was never heard of on a vampyre as the only ones who had markings on more than just their face was Nyx herself. 

Then he heard her voice...

He mumbled something about needing air real quick and slowly walked out of the door. Once he was out of sight, Damon rushed away from the school and just ran, not paying attention to where he was going. He finally stopped when he felt like he couldn't go no further and fell to the ground where his breath came in short gasps and his body trembled with emotion. He felt someone's presence and he relaxed when he recognized the footsteps as those of one Lorenzo St. John. 

Enzo knelt down next down next to him and put a steadying hand on the older vampire's shoulder. He asked "What happened Damon, you look spooked? What is something that tickled your memory?" 

Damon still felt the tremors as he replied "I saw her Enzo...the girl that was passing by...it was her. I thought it wasn't true, but my soul recognizes her." 

Enzo blinked at him confused and asked "Her who?"

Damon looked into the confused brown eyes and rendered his friend speechless with his answer "A-ya."

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