C28 Kill spot

Damon’s Pov

The screams of a certain scaredy-cat rang out from behind the garage doors, and as I made my way up, a knowing smirk stained my lips.

The cat was right to be scared because I would show no mercy. I usually don’t.

Our perfect kill spot was an abandoned junkyard that used to belong to a man who owed me money. He paid his debt, anyway. With his life. And his junkyard.

“Open up