Damon wanted to kill something. He wanted to let loose his inner beast and be his true self. The monster who kills for nourishment. After his brother sermon he flew away. He wasn't ready to go to Elena. No in his actual state. He felt like he was about to explode. He didn't do that he always had control on everything.
He looked at the patrons in the seedy bar. A filthy joint away from his brother or any of his girls. The hunger needed to be placated and his anger needed to be quench.
The dim light created shadows were he could sense hidden creatures lurking in them. He was not the only one in there. He sniffed a little. A drunk werewolf, a haggard witch, baby vamp drinking desperately. Yes, this was the right place to be.
The stench of sickness and drunkenness permeated all the bar. He was lucky. Vampires didn't get deceases and he was sure these tortured souls will thank him. Yes, thank him because one of this lucky bastards will be his dinner and the poor soul will be set free.
He ordered bourbon. The old bartender handed it to him. Damon dropped a bill and requested the old human the bottle.
Drink after drink his mind drifted to the events of this night. The delicious blood of his Little Bird. The annoying words of his brother. And the unnerving truth in his brother's words. How much he wanted to snap Stefan's neck tonight? He wanted to shut him up. The vile and burning truth of Stefan's words kept going on and on in his mind.
Hours after his soul meshed with his Red Bird he still could feel the hollow she left in him. His entire being was crying to come back to her. The agonizing part of this was he didn't expected it. He had meshed with Elena's soul and mind before. He had discovered how intriguing and wonderful E...
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...erful drink. Elena didn't say anything as she watched my brother drink. He opened his eyes wide full with surprise.
“Well, Brother...”
“I know this taste, Damon. I drank it before. She help me with Meredith and Matt. They kept me alive.”
A gasp came out from Elena.
“It can't be. No!”
“Brother if you don't start talking I will personally make sure...”
“Damon it's Bonnie's blood.”
He stunned me into silence.
“I drank Bonnie's blood after my rescue from the Shi no Shi.”
I still had half of my second bottle. My fangs were already fighting to get out. I glanced at the human beside me.
“Sweetheart look at me.” She did it.
“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself, especially here.” I touched her neck. “After you finish return to me.”
I watched my dinner go and do what I had ordered her to do. She will taste bitter...
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VAMPIRE DIARIES - L. J. SMITH
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firstly, we can say that he had a good childhood. he loved his pets. but slowly as he grew old, may be because of some unfortunate events of failures, he started getting a feeling of emptiness in him and so he turned towards alcohol to fill this emptiness or to forget about all the bad things. the narrator also calls it a devil's act(feind intemperance). it was this alcohol that made him abuse his pets and slowly his wife.but when his own cat, who use to once love him, ignored him and scratched him in self defence he lost his mind. "The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame". by saying this he is discribing how he wasnt thinking properly. he had lost his rational thinking.he's lost himself(soul take its flight from his body)and no longer is in control of himself. and the alcohol that was running through him body was taking control of his body. this imagery explains perfectly what was going throught his mind at that moment. the readers can actually feel the insanity going on his mind. this is not something that a third person would have been able to discribe or experience and thus even the readers wouldnt have been able to understand his insane state of mind. so the 1st person narration plays an important role in explaning this plot of the story.
"That would be fine. Is this sufficient?" He reached into a pocket and dropped a dollar coin on the bar. It bounced a few times and Joe slapped his hand down to keep it from rolling off the bar. "Hope I didn't damage the wood."
several glasses of whiskey he began to talk. He talked about some of his war
By illustrating the manner in which the old man regarded alcohol, it illustrates their solace and need for companionship. The alcohol served as the old man’s companion and he wished to spend the night drinking without thinking about any other thing. As the story develops, the waiters start a conversation that expands the details on the old man. This man lived and survived under the sole care of his niece (Hemingway 1). To begin with, the writer fails to include the children and wife of the old man in order to help develop ...
He first mentions alcohol when the narrator confesses that the disease that torments him is alcohol (2). At this point, it is clear that the cause of the narrator’s change in temper is because of the alcohol when, “[o]ne night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, [he] fancied that the cat avoided [his] presence. [he] seized him” (2). The thoughts of harm were alway in the narrator’s mind, but after intoxication, he “knew [him]self no longer” (2). Especially as the narrator’s mental state deteriorates, his interactions towards his wife and cat show the strain of suppressing his instincts. Including alcohol as a mental impairment in this story does not relate to the alcohol itself, but supplies a symbol of vulnerability in humans that can open up dark parts of a person’s soul. Poe suggests that alcohol plays a role in the narrator’s routine consistently throughout the story, and it leads to the rash decisions he later
...tow upon him the humanity we so brutally robbed him of the previous night. The counter clerk replied that he came into the restaurant often, ordered a cup of coffee, sat at the same booth in the dark corner, and slowly sipped the hot contents as if savoring every last drop of the civilization it provided.
...ersation at a café during a crisis point in their relationship. After the couple got off the train, they decided that they should have something to drink when the man suggested they should perhaps order beer, emphasizing “Two big ones.” The couple could have ordered any drink, so it is important to pay keen attention to why the author, Hemingway, decided to incorporate alcohol into his short story. Maybe Hemingway wanted his readers to think that the couple was going through emotional problems and beer was the solution to help cope with them. As we see with this particular couple by reading the text, we begin to understand the woman depended on drinking to cope with her troubles. When the girl did not want to speak anymore to her partner, she asked the waitress for another beer. As we now know about Hemingway, such a mechanism relates to the way he lived his life.
	Lastly, there is the old waiter. He is some where around the age of the old man that sat at the table. He definitely feels for the man at the table because he knows what it is like to be old and lonely. The waiter says, "I am of those who like to stay late at the café, with all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night." The waiter knows that the café/bar is a very nice place for people at night, especially the old, because it is clean and well lit. He says, "Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the café.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.