Damon washed his hands in the sink at the counter in the basement. The clear water flowed onto his hands and dropped to the drain tinged in red. He grabbed the bar of soap on the side, making sure to thoroughly clean his hands. He didn't plan to have Darren's blood on him, but after a few more hours of interrogating him, with Damon watching from a distance as Beta Kane and Finn tortured him with silver and wolfsbane, the Delta finally snapped.
Although he already gave the names of the treacherous thirteen, Damon wasn't satisfied. They were dead, and he knew they weren't the masterminds. Lydia was; even Darren was just a pawn in her game. But just because Darren snapped didn't mean his information was helpful. He began shouting nonsense, then he told them what he already knew, she didn't tell him anything.
