crossoverfic | Can Not Handle His Touch; The Vampire Diaries/One Tree Hill; Peyton/Damon; PG-13 (Reply)

Title: Can Not Handle His Touch
Fandom: One Tree Hill/The Vampire Diaries
Author

rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Peyton/Damon
For:

xoverland
Prompt: Mercy, Bad Romance
Word Count: 638
Summary: “It is rather dangerous for pretty, and blond just my type, girls to be walking by themselves. I would know because I’m the one that usually attacks them.”
Rating: PG-13

“It is rather dangerous for pretty, and blond just my type, girls to be walking by themselves. I would know because I’m the one that usually attacks them.”

(even in the dark I could still see his eyes and those fangs glittering in the moonlight)

In my apple pie and Cheap Trick filled life, with all those rocky relationships thrown in, I had never once thought the way I would die would be because of a pair of very shiny fangs.

(while being charmed by those horrible eyes of his)

But right before those horrible things penetrated my neck, making me the only damn teenage girl at the time that did not want to be bitten (or have sparkling boyfriends), he pulled my face toward his creature of the night one and stole a kiss.

Instead of swooning like every female in a vampire movie, all which I love to watch and laugh my ass off at; I tried to pull away from the creep, who had fresh blood on those fangs of his.

(yet again I had escaped the horrible hands of death for the hundredth time)

“It’s not very often that I show someone even a hint of mercy, little lady, be thankful for that head of blond hair and that enchanting face of yours.”

I could feel that smirk against my neck, one day he would lose all that damn mercy and dive right in (failing to make a bigger impression than all the other monsters in my life), and it made me sick that this creature was so close to me.

(making my skin crawl as his lips brushed across my shoulder blades)

He had me in an iron grip, the hope of fighting back (which I made sure to do ever since Ian broke into my life), so it was impossible to break free from his suffocating touch.

“I don’t want any mercy from someone like you, I’d rather die.”

I knew that my words, filled with just as much venom as his fangs held (along with those eyes to lull me to sleep), might change his mind and make those teeth come down they were all ready for a midnight snack.

(only thing I was thinking was how much I wanted his hands off of me and his lips away from mine)

It had been a long time since I had feared death, I’ve gotten to meet the son of a bitch on more than one occasion (and I have the scars to prove it), and I was not going to start because of the supernatural creature threating me with it.

“Watch those nasty words of yours, Sawyer, or I might just grant your wish.”

I wanted to make him angry, either to make him leave me the hell alone or finally finished me off, but all my words brought out was that smirk which I could still feel against my skin.

(death has been after me for so long maybe he has finally gotten me)

“Why don’t you just do it? I dare you, monster.”

Each word filled to the brim with enough venom to kill even him, hoping that they alone could be used to keep his damn hands off of me for good.

“A bit of fight in you, I like that, Peyton, I like that so damn much. You’ll be eating those poisonous words of yours in no time, when I take away your breath for good. But killing you would be such a shame; I have something much better in mind.”

When he finally stuck his teeth in, for the first time but not the last, it was even more painful than I had ever imagined and I knew that my pain was never going to be over.

(I would have an eternity of suffering to follow)