Three Families

Three Families
"You might want to shower first, boss " Ackles said as Damon left the room." It's just a small box, so I doubt it's a dead body this time. It can wait."
I chuckled. Damon definitely looked disheveled. He scowled at me as if it was my fault that he forgot he was still covered in blood and cum. Seriously, it was, but I liked it. All in all, Damon was hot. Messy and after orgasm, Damon was sex on his legs. "Maybe you should shower."
He arched an eyebrow, chiding me. I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but the thought of someone else seeing Damyr like this made me green with envy.
"I'll take a shower " he said at last, and I breathed a sigh of relief." Bailey , do the same.
I guess the feeling was mutual.
I met up with the others in Damon's study about thirty minutes later. Bonnie and Axel were exchanging complicit glances, and I was going to ignore them. However, the unfamiliar face watching Bonnie from across the room caught my attention. He was striking in his ruggedness. Broad-shouldered, but lean, like a swimmer. He wore a band t-shirt and baggy jeans that fell to his hips. Soft brown waves tucked behind his ears and his smile had an innocent air. But her eyes...those violet eyes screamed pure mischief. As if he knew he could commit murder and get away with it.
Harry approached me. I was discovering that he was capable of tearing a man in two with his hands, but deep down he was also a giant teddy bear. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. I think so. And I was. No doubt I still had a lot to learn and figure out, but I felt more like myself now than I had in a long time." "Who's the guy in the corner?"

Harry sighed deeply. "Wilmer Ron . Member of the witch clan and the Three Families. Very powerful and very temperamental."
Noted. Leave the naughty witch alone. "Thank you, by the way."
"For what?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.
For staying with me. You know. With Damon .
Her face softened and a small smile crept onto her face. "Harry , what you two have isn't just special, it's exceptional."

"What do you mean?"
Harry drew me into a deeper corner of the room, away from any attentive ears. "Vampire couples are the rarest among the supernatural races. We tend to form alliances or mutual connections that benefit us in power or money, preferably both."
"Sounds archaic."
He snorted. "And then some, but we've evolved believing that kind of marriage or pairing is normal. Vampires like power and money, why wouldn't we marry someone who has them?"
"Is that why Damon married Lila ?"
"No " he hissed . That woman was manipulative and wanted to move up socially. When she approached Damyr, he was lost . Heartbroken. She dug her claws into him and made him believe he loved her. He would kill that bitch if he could.
Wow. There was a lot of vehemence in those words. "Why do you say Damon was heartbroken?"

Harry looked down at the floor with pursed lips.
"Tell me "I said softly." Please."
He ran his hand over his face and took a quick glance at Damon . He was engaged in an animated conversation with Ackles . It probably had something to do with the extra witch . Maybe he saw it as an invasion of his territory to have a witch there . But what did I know about hierarchy in the supernatural world, if I had barely learned about vampires.
When Damon was newly turned, he met someone: Andrew Miller Jenner. 
They were inseparable, best friends.
"They became lovers?"
Harry nodded. "They kept it a secret, met in the middle of the night, but Damon fell in love."
From Harry's sour expression , I could tell this story didn't have a happy ending. "What happened to them?"
"Damon told him what it was."
"And did he freak out?"
"No. Worse. He agreed to be turned."
"I don't understand."
"The fool bragged about it in front of his family and drew the attention of a clan of hunters."
My heart cringed. "Poor Damon."
They hung Edwin's body as a warning to everyone else. Damon was forced to flee, and he fled for more than half a century. He lost his way, became more violent and pursued hunters as revenge. He was furious and unstable when Lila met him, and at that moment, she spoke to the darkness that inhabited him. They agreed to marry, and the rest is history.
I looked at Damon and almost cried for him. All the pain and anger he must have felt. All the suffering he endured.
"I'm sorry " Harry murmured . "It's because of his connection that you feel things for him more intensely than normal."
"Is it the same for him?" it would be silly for all of this to be one-sided.
Harry chuckled. "Not as intensely as you do, the guy's a geezer, but he certainly feels it."
Interesting. Now he had even more questions, but it would probably be best to save them for a private moment with Damon .
"Enough!" shouted Damon and everyone in the room froze." It stays, period."
Ackles shot a murderous glare at Wilmer , who returned one with absolute glee. He was no doubt enjoying how uncomfortable Ackles was , but it struck me as odd that he kept looking at Bonnie . Almost as if checking that the maniac was still there .
"What's going on between Bonnie and Wilmer ? " I asked Harry .
He snorted and then groaned . "Those two are like gasoline and fire . A dangerous and explosive combination that always ends in destruction."

"Then why is he here?"
Harry looked at me blankly. "Because it's Holland's idea of fun . And, as annoying as he seems, he's a really good warlock, so he'll actually be useful."

Damon sat down at his computer and pulled a USB stick out of a small, sleek black box. A miniature version of the one the corpse brought in. Whoever this guy was, he certainly had a flair for the theatrical.
Harry walked over to Damon I went to sit in one of the armchairs in front of the desk, but Bonnie grabbed my arm as I walked past him and dragged me over to the couch.
"Sit with me, birdie," she crooned in what I could only describe as the dirtiest, huskiest tone I'd ever heard.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I gasped.
"A long list of things, boy." Bonnie rested her arm on the back of the couch and leaned closer, looking sideways at Wilmer .
I leaned toward him, head cocked to one side, as if I was thinking about kissing him. I felt Damon's hard stare burning my face, but I kept my cool, hoping he would sense it through our connection. Considering he hadn't jumped over his desk to manhandle me like a caveman, I interpreted that as a yes.