[Third POV]
"Let me go!" Elise screamed, thrashing as much as she could despite the injuries that were scattered all over her body.
A trail of blood followed wherever she was carried, and Damon made a mental note to clean up the mess afterward so that the damned vampires and wendigos wouldn't be tempted to trespass. He had enough of all these — as the humans would call them — supernatural creatures to last a lifetime. Nothing sounded better than to close off Fangborne's borders and hide away from the world.
Alas, if only there weren't bigger things to do than to turn reclusive. Damon would've loved that life. He badly needed a holiday.
"You can scream all you want," he said, watching as Kaine carried her over his shoulder as though she was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. "It's not going to change your fate. However, if you're willing to speak, I will be more than happy to leave you your legs for a small fighting chance, at the very least."
