beyond the rift } { won't you spare me over another year

[enjoythe_ride]

Josef Soltini was one of the first people Bela met when she came to Chicago. He greeted her, explained as best she could, and over the months in between, her became her friend, her employer. Josef was a part of her life here, whether she wanted it him to be or not, and now he was gone

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[idontgethurt]

Sonny did not write that journal entry until hours after the torture happened. They did not really get any information out of either of the guys, but it felt good. It does not stop the blood lust that had been rushing through Damon, despite the fact that he broke every bone on that man's body before tearing out his heart from his chest. There was a feeling of satisfaction, but it didn't last very long and was quickly

He compelled some women, took them back to the club for a few hours while he drank. It's a wonder he didn't kill any of them, but he let them all go with the key in his pocket as reminder of what Josef left for him.

It took Damon some time, but he made it up to the office and got out the box, reading the letter on top of it. It doesn't help. Nothing really helps, and now everything Josef owned is his and he doesn't know what to do with that. There is a near empty bottle of alcohol on the desk

[enjoythe_ride]

She can tell that Damon isn't in the best state, so that keeps her from pushing the issue as oppose to handling things a bit more diplomatically. She rolls her eyes at the question, which honestly is almost polite when it comes to Bela when she's frustrated. She moves her hand to shed her coat, draping it over one of the chairs before sitting in it.

"Please," she sighs as she sits, crossing her legs as she shifts to get comfortable in the seat. "And you know what I mean."

She's not in the mood for games. And if he continues to frustrate her, she may very well shoot him, but for now she's being nice.

[idontgethurt]

Damon pours another glass of whatever the hell it is that he is drinking. He didn't pay any attention to it. There's no ice up here, but he slides the glass over to her, setting it in front of her. He drinks from the glass in his hand as he looks at her.

Some part of him is telling him not to delve into too much information. It's for the safety of everyone including Elena, including Bela. However, he also knows he can't do this alone and he has vague 'could trust' feelings toward Bela when he does not trust the Crowbar in the slightest.

"Josef had a lot of enemies," he says carefully at first though his tone of voice is still dark, still dangerous. "They were shot up on the sidewalk by one of them, not just the shoot you in the head, bang you're dead kind. But shoot you full of holes to send a message kind."

He shuts the lid of the box. "And he... apparently knew he was going to die."

[enjoythe_ride]

"Brilliant," she sighs as she takes the glass, taking a long sip before she continues speaking. "So nice of him to keep us in the loop."

Not that she actually expected him too. It's more frustration than anything else, and she has a lot of it at the moment. As she speaks, however, the wheels in her head are turning. People who use machine guns are not her forte. She usually deals with the more subtle side of getting rid of people.

She takes another sip of the drink, before looking back over at him. "What do we do?"