InsaneJournal

Current mood:	horny
Entry tags:	elena, katherine, ot3, rp

Collision Course [RP for notkatherine and drinkfromme]
Totally unrelated to any other RP plots involving these pups. Purely motivated by plot bunnies and general twisted enjoyment.

Damon's head was pounding. That was many kinds of bad since first, he was a vampire and so not especially susceptible to most things that caused headaches; second, it was the kind of pain that only came after having been rendered unwillingly unconscious and third, he'd felt this exact kind of headache before. It had been Founders' Day, when that damned gadget from the 1860s had pretty much flattened him like a dozen tasers.

When Damon managed to get his eyes open, he had been ready to find himself chained up in his own basement or the ruins of the old Lockwood estate or even in the crypt. The plush interior of what had to be a four-star hotel room was the last thing he expected. Although, he noted as he took stock of himself, the hotel probably hadn't provided the steel manacles and high-strength cables that were tying him onto the bed. That was courtesy of whoever had captured him-- straight from the most recent Mystic Falls community to-do, judging by the fact that he was still dressed in his favorite Marc Jacobs suit.

A noise from beside him made his head spin, and all at once his senses cleared enough to recognize that he wasn't alone in the massive bed. Similarly chained and similarly just rising out of unconsciousness was Elena. Suddenly forgetting about the who, where and why, Damon nudged the young woman.

"Elena? Elena, are you all right?"