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“–You can certainly temp anyone into falling for you , Mr. Salvatore . “ Tatia lightly laughed at that . Irony setting in considering she was one who was . Of course , he did not know that . She wasn’t sure if he ever will when it came to LOVE . Although, she will certainly make sure that if he ever finds it again , to let him know he doesn’t have to change himself for anyone . She wanted him to be happy after all . Even if the thought of another woman or the thought of him going back to either kather or elena bothered her .

“ I happen to be wise beyond my years . “ She smiled cheekily . “ I am technically a thousand years old .” If you counted the years she had been dead .

Yet his next word made her heart skip a beat . Of course she knew he was teasing . “ Not nice to tease a girl’s heart like that , damon .” She played it off . “ What if I happen to be falling for you? You’ll be giving me false hope .” She forced herself to laugh at that . “And of course I have . There is no one like me . If you take away the physical aspect .” They might look the same but they each held their own candle and physically wise , there were subtle differences . Such as the scar of a werewolf scratch on her upper thigh and her accent of a time long before any of them were born .

She chuckled at damon’s annoyance at his brother . “ Don’t blame him . He’s still processing the fact that there’s a 4th and the fact that I might of told him that I never found the man with his face attractive . Actually , I ended up killing him .” She confessed . “ Egil the bastard . That’s what we called him .”

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Damon sighed internally at her words. If only he could tempt and charm her into believing his own words for her. “Alas, not the ones I want though.” He lamented, more to himself. The irony of the situation given that it was her who could have anyone she wanted, yet she chose to still be around him. After Tatia, Damon wondered all the time to himself how he could have ever fallen for someone like Katherine or Elena.

“You know, age is just a number.” He smirked in response. “Besides, I like my ladies older, cougar-esque. Makes me feel special.” He retorted.

“You know, I’m quite sensitive. Contrary to popular belief and all.” Damon said airily. “It wouldn’t be nice to break my heart. Who knows if I’d ever recover? Besides, given the way I’ve reacted in the past, I believe in exhibiting the dramatics. Otherwise no one tends to take you seriously.” He grinned. Even if all his senses, both heightened and regular, were taken away, Damon was confident that he’d still be able to pick out Tatia from the rest.

Damon rolled his eyes dramatically, flopping down on his bed with unattempted grace. “You know, I just don’t see what the ladies see in him. Is it the hair? It’s the hero hair, isn’t it?” He pondered aloud. “My girl’s even more of a badass.” He added.

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“Well, they say a reformed roue makes the best out of a man .” She paused for a moment as if she was in thoughts about him . “— but, Oh! Didn’t they tell you? “ She let go of his now lose wet pants from the shower still running warm and wrapped her arms around his neck .”—devilish people like you can’t be reformed when they are capable of seducing many before them .” After all , she knew anyone who would just see him from across the room would want him . Damon was devilishly handsome . She was teasing him, of course . She knew damon was capable of much more than just improving himself and his ways .

Tatia saw that in him . His pros and his cons . He was fine just the way he is . No need to change him . After all , if you care for someone . Love them . Fall for them . You take them as they are . You love them for who they are . Especially their faults . There’s no need to change . At least , is what she always believed . She made it clear too . When she first met him . Snarky but with a broken heart over the two who looked like her . She told him to truly love someone is to take them as they are and not try to change them .

“Oh, you clearly can handle my worse .” She smirked up at him at the thought of them and their many adventures . Along with the fun they had with each other . “ But, I believe you to be perfect the way you are . No fixing needing . Other than to make the mood right here and there . “ She smiled up at him . Noticing his possessiveness . “ A cure for what exactly? Careful , damon , I might think you’re falling for me.” Of course , she thought she only deluded herself with that thought . He was just her friend . Who happened to share the face of the two woman whom he loved and who distracted each other in ways that crossed the line aside from their spending time together and talking .

A glass breaking from another part of the room to be heard brought tatia to reality . They were not alone and it was enough to make her pull away . Stefan was in the house . “ I think your brother heard my ridiculous remark .” She chuckled as she played it off and stepped out of the walk in shower and wrapped herself in the towel . Thoughts that now jumped at her mind were now being pushed down . Usually , tatia was blunt when it came to the matters of her heart . Yet this time she was holding back ?

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“Well if my devilishness is set in stone and I’m hell-bound, might as well indulge myself, no?” He said, leaning in towards her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. Spending time with Tatia came with the price of embracing himself and all the things that came with him. That included his previous baggage and his issues. It was her who actually taught to love himself, not in the way he already did, but truly love himself before he could learn to love others, which made him realize a lot about love and who exactly Damon Salvatore is.

“How is it, that you know exactly what to say?” He mumbled aloud. “I would think my mood is significantly better than it was before. Wouldn’t you agree?” He teased playfully, running his fingers up her sides. “Who knows? I might be. Then again, who wouldn’t? Have you met you?” He added, rushing the last bit. Damon couldn’t spook her, not if he was ready to sacrifice everything that they had.

Damon couldn’t help the loud groan of annoyance escape him as he heard the commotion from the other side of the house. “Perfect timing Stefan.” Damon called out sarcastically. “As usual.” He grumbled, shaking his head. Letting her go, Damon shrugged out of his wet pants and searched for some clean and dry clothes for himself and her, the mood evidently dissipated.

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The storm took her by suspired and she didn’t think she would get caught up in it . Making her way to damon’s home , the viking brunette arrived all wet . Stefan who mistook her for katherine at first , apologized when he realized who she was . Her accent was certainly one way to tell her apart , aside from the scar on her upper thigh . Of course , she wasn’t going to hike up her dress every time someone mistook her from elena or katherine .

Handing her a towel for her to use , tatia decided to go to damon’s room . Having been there before , the girl knew he didn’t mind her using his shower or one of his shirts . At least until her own clothes dried .

Her ears perked up as she heard someone enter the room .

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Damon smirked as he allowed himself to be pulled closer by her. “Rude.” He said, rolling his eyes playfully. “If anything, I’ve been with a certain woman for the past several weeks now. Shouldn’t that label me as somewhat reformed?” He grinned, wiggling his brows in suit. “That is very true. No question about it.” He added genuinely, pecking her sweetly.

Never in a hundred years did Damon ever expect he’d ever fall in love from anyone other than Katherine. He had given her his while heart only for her to leave it crushed to bits in her wake. Along his journey to healing his heart, Damon met Elena who briefly held his heart and left it in smithereens after returning to Stefan. When he met Tatia, he had thought of her as a replacement or placeholder for the other two in his heart, but she couldn’t be anything but the further from the other two, which made him fall harder and more genuinely than for the other two. She was the cure for him.

“I think... you should do your worst.” He grinned, eyes dropping low to her lips and back up to her eyes. “After all you seem to fix everything anyways. Everything regarding me that is.” Damon said. “Maybe you are the cure. Mine and only mine though.” He added, possessive undertones in his words.

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Her ears perked up as she heard someone enter the room .

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Damon sighed as he parked his car into the garage, the unexpected storm cutting his driving (therapy) time short and forcing him back indoors. Making his way inside, he ignored Stefan and any occupants that might have been there and went straight to his room upstairs. Walking in, he stopped short when hearing the shower being used. Narrowing his eyes, he flashed over to the doorway, leaning against it, admiring the sight.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise?” He mused aloud. “Rude of you not to invite me, you know, to my own shower.” Damon added, smirking widely.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt, leaving the sides hanging open as he moved to the sink counter, splashing his face with some water, exhaustion rolling off of him in waves.

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Where Stefan had wandered off to Lexi wasn’t quite sure, the mass groups of people being something a little more than she’d expected from such a small town. It was as she laughed to herself over the actions of some drunk humans that she noticed him lingering. “Damon. Why am I not surprised to see you here.” Lexi muttered, the venom evident in her voice as she said the vampires name. It had been years since she’d last saw the eldest Salvatore, and whatever anger she harboured against him paled in her concern for her friend. Tossing the cup of watering down booze to the floor she strode over to the dark haired man, a silent fury in her eyes as they stood face to face. “Whatever you’re here to do, it better not include Stefan.”

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Damon had originally planned to pop by the bar, grab a drink, grab another ‘drink’ (human), and then go on his way to find his baby brother. What he wasn’t expecting was to see his brother’s guardian angel. Rolling his eyes mentally, Damon slapped on a faux smirk and faced the inevitable blonde. “Lexi... what an unpleasant surprise.” He said, his tone painfully obvious. “Now now Lex, don’t act like you haven’t missed me. We all know I’m much more fun than little old Stefan. So why not just cut to the chase?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Speaking of which, where is my little brother?” Damon added, leaning against the counter next to him.

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“so rack them up then. we don’t have long until the comet, loser buys drinks that are better than that bottom of the barrel beer thats out there in the kegs.” hayley mused, grabbing her pool cue and she rubbed the blue chalk on the end of it before looking over at him. “not scared of a little competition, are you?”

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Damon snorted, rolling his eyes, and knocked back the remainder of his drink and smirked at the other. “One, that stuff in the kegs? No body drinks that anyways.” He said, holding up a finger. “Two, I have no reason to be scared. This is my forte.” He said, adding another finger up.

Strolling closer to the table, Damon leaned over and racked up the balls, gesturing for her to go first. “Ladies break first.” He said, a light smirk on his features. “Drinks are boring, we should make it more interesting though.” He pondered aloud, leaning on his cue.