A forgotten reality

[Pvnkky]

Damon heard the gunshots and freaked out ''irene...''he called as he weakly stood up

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Irene laughed, her laughter was a sick sort of laughter that one would find in a bloodthirsty maniac. She shot the last man standing, and then every man in a black suit was either dead or dying. Irene panted, her teeth clenched and her breathing heavily. She turned to face Damon and dropped her gun, running over to him and staring at him with wide eyes.

[Pvnkky]

Damon flinched slightly, the net still wrapped around him, he gave a shakey sigh and stared back at irene, his eyes full of worry and pain

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Irene grasped the net around Damon and carefully tore it off, making sure not to injure him.

[Pvnkky]

Damon winced when she pulled the net off him, he sighed softly and looked down shamefully ''thanks''he said

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Irene sighed under her breath, relieved that Damon was alright, and she gently patted Damon's shoulder in an affectionate manor.

[Pvnkky]

Damon lifted his head and smiled softly ''are you ok?''he said softly

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

"Yeah..." Irene said softly, but she had small cuts and scraps on her arms, small and barely noticeable.

[Pvnkky]

Damon nodded ''good...''he said as he wiped blood off his cheek

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Irene tore of a corner of her dress, ruling off a large frill and gently dabbing Damon's wound on his cheek to soak up the blood.