Wilona's P.O.V
I ask hesitantly, Damon watches me carefully before nodding slowly. "Like a-animals?" I press and he nods. "Other werewolves?" I press once more and he nods after a moment. I nod slowly, trying to take that in as I take a deep breath.
He'd killed before. Taken the lives of others, that wasn't something I could easily swallow but yet Damon didn't look nearly as fazed by the admission as I felt. It made a large part of me mad to know he killed animals, being the friend of nature I was, that part made me very mad and was something we would definitely be putting a stop too.
But what really scared me was to think that he'd killed some of his own kind. Granted I knew nothing about that and the rules in their own world, but it had to be like a human killing another human right? Murder? Up until a couple of minutes ago, I thought that was what Damon was.
"A-And you're not in prison?" I ask mindlessly, my question serious but seeming dumb with the way Damon laughed so loudly Blaze came out to check on him. "What's so funny about that?"
"No, I'm not in prison, clearly," Damon replies after a moment. "There is a law system for my kind but I haven't done anything bad enough to even be considered for that."
I wanted to ask what kind of law system could approve of killing their own kind and if that wasn't the worst thing, then what could be?
"H-Have you killed people like me, h-humans?" I manage though shakily.
I could feel the blood drain from my face, my chest pumping itself hard to keep from fainting as fear ripples through me at the look of clear dread paints itself over Damon's features. My hands slipped from his before I could stop it, body tensing with alarm bells ringing too loudly to tune out.
"I-I can explain," Damon replies, clearing his throat when it cracked a little, his eyes darting down to our parted hands. "I can explain Will."
Every bone in my body told me to run but I couldn't move a muscle, my body frozen in its place as I stared at the blurred image of the man I knew to be everything other than what he was testifying to being.
A killer.
"I've never killed someone who didn't deserve it." He scrambles desperately, his words only making my skin itch as he talked with such ease about death as if it weren't something horrible. "All the humans I killed deserved it."
I open my mouth to reply, wanting to ask him what gave him the right to decide who deserved to die and who deserved to live by hands. But words seemed to be beside me, refusing to part from my lips as Damon pushed himself back to give me some space.
"I've only killed hunters and those who tried to hurt my family." He continues, his body moving slightly as he began to fidget.
I wondered if he could sense the way I was falling into the fear, my heart's thumps blaring in my own ears.
"H-Hunters are humans who've been hunting the supernatural for as long as time tells." He explains quickly. "They hunt us down and kill us if they don't torture us first. They have killed thousands for absolutely no other reason than not being human."
"S-So you kill them?" I ask shakily, my voice barely audible whisper. The taste of death a bitter thing on my tongue.
"If we don't they'll kill us, they never hesitate to carry out the job." He replies sharply, his tone taking on an unfamiliar depth of hatred to it. Darkening the image of him in my mind a fraction as the air around him shifts to something bleak.
I nod slowly at this, taking in his words as I continue to freefall in this new world he was creating. I wanted to ask him for a break, a moment to try and collect my thoughts and make sense of the things he was sharing with me.
But I promised to listen to everything and I would do right by Damon by keeping that promise.
Though it was hard, as things that seemed crazy to me, warped and simply unreal began to lose that effect the more he talked. His explanations making sense somewhere but still not quite calming the parts of me that were completely shackled by fear, panic, and cold-blooded memories.
"Besides them and others who have first laid a hand on one of my family members, I've never killed any human being and never a wolf that wasn't a rogue." He continues, eyes panicked as they dart around my face.
"Rogues?" I manage this time, trying to ignore the way my muscles tensed and my mouth ran dry as this conversation elongated.
"Rogues aren't like us, Will," He explains, his eyes pulling as he continued in a seemingly manic state to explain things to me. "They are crazed wolves who try live without a pack, that m-makes a wolf go mad after some time. T-They're mindless killers, they will hurt others if they're not stopped. I've seen it happen too many times."
I look at Damon, trying to focus on slowing my breathing but it wasn't working. I was practically panting now, my ears thumping to the beat of my heart, a low ringing following just below as I try to understand all. But my mind couldn't quite get past him taking another's life, that being a single thought I couldn't help but return to.
"About t-two years ago," Damon begins, stumbling over his words as he tries to hold my gaze, regret pulling his eyes from mine every few seconds. "I was on patrol for the pack and I found a family of them. They had two younger ones, no more than twelve and a mother."
"D-Did yo-"
"No." He says quickly, cutting me off before I could ask. "I didn't... I-I couldn't. I hate rogues okay Will, I hate them a lot and I've been told all my life to kill them on sight but I... I just couldn't. They didn't look so feral, they could still speak so I thought that they may be okay if they had each other. So I let them go, told them to get as far as possible and find more like them."