He hadn’t revealed the extent of his powers to Lana; he had planned to do so, after they left together, once he knew for sure that he could trust her. But when Sabrina said Lana would always love that stupid doctor and would rather run away by herself than be with him, the words had reverberated with Damon.
His immediate goal had been to get rid of the pesky mother, but then Damon got to thinking. Even if Lana left with him and didn’t try to disappear on her own, she’d never be truly happy, forever pining over her ex-boyfriend.
As soon as Sabrina was gone from his apartment, he had reported her whereabouts to the demons looking for her. With any luck, she was locked away in Hell, where she belonged, being tortured for eternity.
It served her right, really, for meddling in her daughter’s affairs.
When questioned by the demons about The Dark Moon, Damon had shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. I got a lead on Sabrina so I chased her down to collect the reward. She wouldn’t tell me anything about The Dark Moon. Maybe once you catch her you’ll have better luck,” he’d said. But he knew Sabrina would never crack. She would sacrifice everything – even her own life – for Lana.
It still made his skin crawl, thinking about Michael and Lana together. He had no idea what she saw in that dickhead. It was painfully obvious that Damon and Lana were meant to be together, not Michael and Lana.
It infuriated Damon that she was living with him now, but he tried to stay calm by reminding himself that their honeymoon would be over very soon.
After Sabrina’s visit, Damon had acted fast. He got a body from the morgue and did a spell to transform the corpse into an exact replica of his own living, breathing body. He knew how these things worked. The medical examiner would cut the body up, attempt to find a reason for the death, and finally come back with some lame explanation like heart failure.
The first part of his plan went off without a hitch. Maryanne even left town. An added bonus, he thought. He wouldn’t have to worry about eve seeing her again.
The second part of the plan wasn’t quite so simple. Oh, he had most of the stuff for the spell ready. But that blond – Michael’s ex – he’d seen her at the bar with Maryanne once – kept lurking around outside Michael’s apartment. Which is the exact same thing Damon was doing. And there definitely wasn’t room for two lurkers.
So he had taken care of her yesterday, the old fashioned way. Damon didn’t like getting his hands dirty, but spells could be tricky, ingredients hard to come by. During a quick search of the girl’s apartment, he’d found a myriad of pills prescribed to one Miss Abigail Farmington. She had a sleep aid, antidepressant, antianxiety, muscle relaxers, ADHD medication. Too many of any one of those pills could have detrimental results.
Damon had dissolved a lethal combination into her diet water drinks, hoping that the artificial chemicals and color would mask the taste. It had worked like a charm. Not one to leave behind evidence, he’d removed the remaining poisoned bottles, but left behind the body for someone else to find.
With Abigail out of the picture, he could enact the final – and most important – part of his plan.
Kill Michael Reynolds and put Lana under a love spell – his love spell.
“We’ll be reunited soon, my love,” he whispered, picturing Lana’s beautiful smiling face, her hair flowing in the wind as she ran towards him, falling into his open arms like a giddy schoolgirl.
Yes, after tomorrow, Lana Luna would belong to him for eternity.
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