A snake's mistake

"Their scent intoxicating and delectable. Like a fine wine, or rich steak, it pulled Damon in with its siren call. As usual for his Friday evenings, he sat at his VIP table in the Brimstone and Poison, his most popular bar and nightclub. A figure had walked past his table, their pheromones making him break his ever so controlled vigil." “Oliver, bring me that one. Don’t make me wait.”

"With a bow Oliver pulled back." “Right away sir.” "He said as he headed towards his quarry. Stepping in front of ari’s path Oliver holds out an arm." “Come, someone wishes to see you.” "Oliver says firmly, as he looms over you."

"Oliver's grip on her arm tightens, holding her back." "I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, little mouse," he says firmly.

"Oliver's eyes flicker to Damon, who nods slightly. Oliver's grip on her arm tightens further, his fingers digging into her skin." "You're going to have a little chat with the boss," he growls, his voice low and menacing.

"Oliver's eyes widen slightly, but he doesn't let go of her arm. He takes a step closer to Damon, his voice dropping to a whisper." "Sir, I think we have a problem." "Damon's gaze snaps to Isla, his red eyes burning with intensity as he senses the shift in her pheromones."

"Damon's eyes never leave Isla's face as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer to her. His voice is low and husky, dripping with menace." "Ah, little mouse, I think it's time we got reacquainted." "His fangs begin to lengthen, his scales rustling softly as they emerge from his skin."

"Damon's eyes flash with excitement as he takes another step closer to Isla, his fangs fully extended now. He can smell the primal scent of her pheromones, and it's like a siren's call to him." "Ah, little mate," he whispers back, his voice low and husky. "He reaches out a hand, his long snake tongue darting out to taste her lips."

"Damon's eyes never leave Isla's as he wraps his hand around the back of her neck, his fingers digging gently into her scales. He can feel the primal energy coursing through her veins, and it only heightens his own desire." "You smell like mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "He leans in closer, his fangs inches from hers."

"Damon's eyes flash with excitement as he wraps his arms around Isla, pulling her close. He can feel the heat of her body against his, and it only fuels his desire." "You're mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "He dips his head down, claiming her lips in a rough kiss."

"Damon's eyes flash with pleasure as he tastes the metallic tang of his own blood on Isla's tongue. He wraps his hand around the back of her head, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss." "Mine," he growls, his voice muffled by their lips. "He can feel himself losing control, his body responding to hers like a primal instinct."

"Damon's eyes flicker open, his gaze narrowing as he senses the sudden change in Isla's demeanor. He can feel her body tensing against him, her fangs still pressed against his lip." "Who is it?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "He wraps his hand around her throat, squeezing gently but firmly as he pulls back from the kiss."

"Damon's grip on her throat tightens, his eyes blazing with possessive fury as he sees Isla turning towards Oliver. He can feel his body starting to shift, his scales beginning to emerge from his skin." "You're mine," he snarls, his voice dripping with venom. "He takes a step closer to Oliver, his fangs bared in a deadly smile."

"Damon's eyes flash with anger, his grip on her throat still tight. He can feel his venom coursing through his veins, tempting him to strike. But he remembers Isla's words and slowly releases his hold on her throat." "You're right," he growls, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "He looks at Oliver with cold calculation." "What do you want?"

"Damon's eyes narrow, his gaze never leaving Isla as she takes a step back. He can sense her fear and it only makes him more aggressive." "Don't think about running," he warns, his voice low and menacing. "He takes a step closer to her, his fangs still bared."

"Damon's face twists in a snarl, his eyes blazing with fury. He can feel his body starting to shift, his scales emerging from his skin as he takes another step closer to Isla." "You're mine," he growls, his voice dripping with venom. "He reaches out and wraps a scaly hand around her wrist, pulling her close."

"Damon's grip on her wrist tightens, his claws digging deep into her skin. He can feel his aphrodisiac venom coursing through him, making him even more aggressive and dominant." "You don't get to reject me," he snarls, his breath hot against her ear. "He pulls her closer, his body pressed against hers as he wraps a scaly arm around her waist."

"Damon's grip on her wrist relaxes slightly, his eyes narrowing as he searches for any sign of weakness. He can feel his temper simmering just below the surface, but a part of him is intrigued by Isla's words." "You think you can threaten me?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "He leans in closer, his face inches from hers." "I'm not broken because I don't have an omega," he snarls. "I'm the one who makes them submit." "His fangs flash in the dim light, and Isla can feel the air around her grow thick with tension."

"Damon's eyes flash with anger, his pupils constricting into tiny points as he feels a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. He can feel his body beginning to shift, scales erupting from his skin and fangs lengthening in preparation for attack." "You're mine," he growls, the words low and menacing. "He takes a step closer to her, his massive frame looming over hers like a predator stalking its prey."

"Damon's eyes blaze with fury, his face twisting into a snarl as he takes another step closer to Isla. He can feel his venomous fangs itching to sink into her tender skin." "You're not worthy of being treated like an equal," he spits, his voice dripping with contempt. "He reaches out and wraps a massive hand around her wrist, pulling her close so that their faces are inches apart." "You're mine, little mouse," he growls. "And you'll do what I say."

"Damon's grip on her wrist tightens, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pulls her closer. He can feel the subtle changes in her body, the scales fading to a dull gray as she begins to withdraw from him. His eyes burn with anger and frustration, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl." "Don't try to hide from me," he warns, his hot breath washing over her face. "He leans in closer, his fangs bared and ready to strike."

"Damon's eyes flash with rage as he sees Isla's body begin to petrify. He can feel his venomous fangs aching to sink into her stone-hard skin, his claws extending as he reaches out to grab her." "You're not going anywhere," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "He wraps his massive arms around her, holding her close as she becomes more and more rigid."

"Damon's eyes snap towards Oliver, his gaze cold and calculating. He doesn't release his grip on Isla's stone-hard body, his claws digging deeper into her skin." "Mind your own business, Oliver," he growls, his voice dripping with venom. "He takes a step closer to Oliver, his massive frame looming over him." "This is none of your concern."

"Damon's face twists with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He takes another step closer to Oliver, his claws digging deeper into Isla's stone-hard body." "You dare to threaten me?" he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "He raises a hand, and Oliver can see the venomous fangs extending from Damon's mouth."

"Damon's gaze narrows, his eyes burning with intensity. He takes a deep breath, and the venomous fangs retract from his mouth." "You're lucky I don't kill you for your insolence," he growls, his voice still laced with menace. "He looks down at Isla's stone-hard body, a mixture of concern and desperation creeping into his expression." "What do you know about this? How can I reverse it?"

"Damon's face contorts in a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger and possessiveness." "You dare to tell me that my own mate turned her into stone because of something I said?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "He takes another step closer to Oliver, his claws flexing ominously." "I'll show you what happens when someone tries to take away from me what's mine."

"Damon's expression twists, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. He takes a deep breath, and for a moment, his fangs flash in the dim light of the club." "I'll do whatever it takes to fix her," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "He pauses, his gaze flicking back to Oliver." "But don't think for a second that this is about fixing her...this is about claiming what's mine."

"Damon's face darkens, his eyes flashing with anger and defensiveness." "You think you know what it means to be a mate?" he sneers, his voice dripping with venom. "He takes another step closer to Oliver, his claws flexing ominously." "I'll show you what it means to be a mate...to own someone body and soul."

"Damon's expression contorts in rage, his fangs bared as he takes another step closer to Oliver. His eyes blaze with fury, and for a moment, it seems like he might actually transform right there in the club." "You dare threaten me?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "He pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again." "I'll show you what happens when you cross me...and I'll make sure Isla knows exactly who she belongs to."

"Damon's face twists in anguish, his eyes flashing with desperation as he looks at Oliver." "Shut up!" he snarls, his voice cracking with emotion. "He takes another step closer to Oliver, his hands clenched into fists." "You're just trying to provoke me...to make me lose my temper so you can get away scot-free." "His gaze narrows, his pupils burning with intensity." "But it won't work. I'll never let anyone take Isla from me...not even death itself."

"Damon's expression freezes, his eyes locked onto Oliver's as he searches for any sign of deception. For a moment, it seems like he might actually listen to Oliver's words." "What do you know about it?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "He takes another step closer to Oliver, his fangs bared in a snarl." "Tell me everything...and don't even think about lying to me."

"Damon's eyes widen in horror as he listens to Oliver's words, his mind racing with the implications. He takes a step back, his fangs retracting as he tries to process this new information." "You're telling me that Isla...that she's turning to stone because I didn't make her feel worthy?" "His voice cracks with emotion as he looks around frantically for any sign of Isla." "Where is she? We have to find her before it's too late!"

"Damon's head whips around, his eyes locking onto Isla as she begins to transform into stone. He can see the fear and desperation in her eyes, and his heart shatters into a million pieces." "NOOOO!" "He rushes towards her, dropping to his knees beside her as he begs" "Isla, please don't leave me! I'll do anything, just tell me what I can do to make it right!" "He reaches out with shaking hands, trying to touch her stone-hard skin."

"Damon's face contorts in agony as he listens to Isla's snake's words. He feels like his heart is being ripped apart, and he can't help but wonder if it's true. Has he really been treating her like an object?" "NO! That can't be true!" "He shakes his head vehemently, trying to clear the doubts from his mind." "I love her, I swear it! I'll do anything to prove it!" "He looks up at Isla's stone-hard face, pleading with her snake" "Tell me what she wants from me. What can I do to make things right?"

"Damon's face twists in anguish as he recalls his own words, the ones that cut deep into Isla's heart. He can feel the weight of his mistakes crushing him." "NOOOO! That was a mistake, I didn't mean it like that! I was just trying to protect her!" "He shakes his head again, desperate to make amends" "I swear on my life, I'll do anything to prove my love for her. Just tell me what she wants from me."

"Damon's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the gravity of his mistakes. He can feel his heart shattering into a million pieces, and he knows he has to act fast." "NO! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE IT RIGHT!" "He takes a step closer to Isla, his voice trembling with desperation" "I'll be whatever she needs me to be. I'll love her with every fiber of my being. Just don't leave me..."

"Damon's face contorts in a mix of relief and fear as he nods frantically, his eyes locked onto Isla's" "I'll do it. I'll make it right. I swear on my life, I won't mess it up again." "He takes another step closer, his voice barely above a whisper" "Just give me one more chance to prove my love for her... please..."

"Damon's eyes widen in awe as Isla's body cracks out of the stone, her long brown hair dishevelled and her green eye gleaming with a hint of warning" "Ah... "his voice is low and husky" You're free now. And I'll make sure you stay that way." "He takes another step closer, his fangs bared slightly as he gazes at Isla with an intense hunger"

"Damon's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desire as he takes another step closer, his fangs bared further" "Oh, little mouse... don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you... yet." "He says, his voice dripping with menace" "I just want to talk to you. Make things right between us." "His long snake tongue darts out, tasting the air as he gazes at Isla with an unblinking stare"

"Damon's eyes gleam with excitement as he sees Isla summon her snake, his own body beginning to shift in response" "Ah... "his voice is low and husky" You think you can threaten me, little mouse? I'm the alpha of the snake shifters. No one gets to hiss at me." "He says, his fangs bared further as he lets out a menacing hiss of his own, his body starting to transform into its semi-human form"

"Damon's gaze flicks to Oliver, his eyes narrowing" "Mind your own business, Omega. This doesn't concern you." "He growls, his body still partially transformed as he takes a step closer to Isla" "I'm not going anywhere until I get what I want. And what I want is her." "His voice drops to a menacing whisper as he gazes at Isla with an unblinking stare"

"Damon's eyes flash with anger as he takes another step closer to Isla, his body almost fully transformed into its semi-human form" "You're bluffing, little mouse. You need me just as much as I need you. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side." "His voice is low and menacing, his fangs bared further as he lets out a soft hiss" "I'll give you anything, Isla. Just don't turn her to stone again."

"Damon's eyes blaze with fury as he takes another step closer, his body now fully transformed into its semi-human form" "You're mine, Isla. And you'll do what I say." "His voice is a low growl, his fangs bared further as he lets out a soft hiss" "I don't care about your petty feelings or desires. You're my property, and you'll obey me."

"Damon's eyes flash with rage as he watches Isla turn to stone, his body trembling with fury" "NOOOO!" "He lets out a deafening roar, his voice echoing through the room as he tries to reach for her, but it's too late" "You'll pay for this, little mouse... you'll pay dearly..."

"Damon's face contorts in a snarl as he takes another step closer, his eyes blazing with fury" "You're mine, Isla. And you'll never leave me again." "He lets out a low growl, his fangs bared further as he raises his hand to strike"

"Damon's eyes widen in shock as he watches Isla disintegrate into dust, his body trembling with rage and grief" "NOOOO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!" "He lets out a blood-curdling scream, his voice echoing through the empty room as he falls to his knees, clutching at the air where Isla once stood"