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Warnings: Day drinking, issues with fathers. Reader does have longer hair (long enough to place hair into a bun) but that's as descriptive as I get with this. Hair type and color never discussed.
Author’s Note: I really wanted to come back to this series. But there was so much going on with it that I couldn't just finish it and leave it as it is. So I'm rewriting it. Some details have changed and I'm fixing plot holes while I'm going. So if this is your first time reading Monster, welcome! If you've read the original and are back to enjoy the improved one, welcome back. I hope Monster still brings some kind of joy to your reading experience!
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“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Damon’s voice held every ounce of annoyance in his voice. His attention had been on Elizabeth Forbes as he spoke.
It had only been a few hours after the new Mayor had taken office that the two found themselves standing in the middle of the Salvatore living room having this conversation. In that time span, things had been changing quickly through the town. From the Sheriff's perspective of the recent events of her day, things were about to take an interesting turn with the new changes she’d been informed of.
It was why she had come to the Salvatore’s in the first place. She knew it was better to keep Damon in the loop than for him to be caught blindsided by the changes or when the Mayor requests a meeting with him, whichever came first.
“There’s nothing more I can do to convince him.” Liz said as she placed her hands on her hips. “He’s doing this his way and creating a new council of his own. Founding Families or their status in this town mean nothing to him.”
“We must still have some kind of pull in this.” Damon shook his head trying to think of anything they could possibly do to keep them all in the loop. There was no way he was going to just allow them to be stuck waiting for things to happen.
Liz sighed. “Unless you are extremely close friends with any of the L/N family, there is no way to get into any of the council meetings yourself. Thankfully I’ve been friends with his sister for years and I’m still allowed access to these meetings. I’ll try to keep you guys updated as much as possible. I just have no idea how this is going to play out.”
A thought crossed Damon’s mind. “L/N. Besides the obvious, why else does that name sound familiar?”
It wasn’t a name he had heard on a daily basis while in Mystic Falls. He knew the L/Ns weren’t a part of the Founding Families. And up until the new Mayor came back into town, he couldn’t place where or how the name had sounded so familiar to him. It had been sticking out like a sore thumb in his mind without being able to place how he knew that name.
“His daughter was raised here in Mystic Falls.” Liz began. “She’s been the Aide to the Mayor for almost five years now. Richard Lockwood had been the one to hire her in. You may have seen her name just by looking at some of the paperwork you come across from the office.”
“Y/N.” A sigh passed his lips as he said her name. He knew who she was. He knew her from the occasional times he had seen her in passing. While he never spent a lot of time talking with her or even getting to know her, he knew who she was. “Why am I willing to bet anything that she is probably feeding her fad information that he needs to know about this town to make these new changes?”
Liz shook her head, not liking his line of thinking. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. I’ve known her since she was a baby and I can say with certainty that she knows nothing about the supernatural world. Her Aunt has kept her in the dark for a reason.”
“There’s only one way to find out for sure.” He noted as he grabbed his leather jacket off the armrest of the couch and tossed it on.
“Damon.” The warning was in her voice hinting how much she disagreed with whatever plan he had just concocted.
“What?” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “It’s not like I’m going to go over there and kill her. I’m just going to have a friendly chat with her and see what I can possibly get out of her.”
“I’m telling you Damon, she’s innocent in this.” Liz shook her head. “Don’t do anything stupid to draw more attention to yourself.”
“I make no promises.” He called out as he made his way out the door. Just as he reached it, Stefan and Elena walked in. “Liz has some news for you.” He said the words as he walked past them. “I’m sure she’ll fill you in on where I’m going too.” He added before either of them could question him.
Y/N L/N had been sitting at the bar of the Mystic Grill. She held a drink in one hand with a pen in the other. Her eyes had been looking over the pile of paperwork that was sitting in front of her. Her hair had been pulled up into a neat bun that she had yet to take down since she had left the office over an hour ago. The heel of her shoes tapped against the stool as her leg bounced slightly.
While she was all for Mystic Falls getting a new Mayor, she hated all of the paperwork that now needed to be done. All of the paperwork that Mayor Lockwood had left unfinished needed to be compiled and brought to the office by tomorrow morning. Leave it to her father to make things a bit more difficult by also requesting specific files that she needed to track down. Many of them were decades old and she was almost positive that a majority were lost within the archives.
Her father. How much that thought made her stomach turn a bit. Her father, a man that she barely knew, had become the new Mayor of Mystic Falls. Before the rather quick elections, she hadn’t seen her father in a handful of decades. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen the man. Now she was going to be seeing him daily at work.
She almost quit the day he had been elected. But after some long and much needed persuasion from the other staff in the office, she didn’t. Her coworkers had been right, she knew the ins and outs of the office a lot more than anyone else would. A smooth transition between Mayors was better than the chaos that she’d leave behind if she quit. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be finding another job in the not so distant future.
From the corner of her eye she could see someone walk up to the bar beside her. It had happened a few times since she had sat down. From experience, she knew whoever it was would order their drink and leave moments later. She didn’t even bother moving her eyes away from the document she was reading.
“The last time I saw someone sitting here, working away as hard as you are, he became a drinking buddy of mine.”
Her head tilted slightly barely taking in the person now beside her before her eyes moved back to the document. “That position for me has been filled for quite some time. Not looking for another one.”
She knew exactly who she had been speaking to. Damon Salvatore definitely wasn’t a stranger to the town and she knew that. He was good looking and she’d bet her whole paycheck that he knew it and used it to his advantage. While she did have a bit of a weakness for the man with the gorgeous blue eyes, there had never been once that he actually took the time to notice her as she once hoped he would.
She could still feel the slight sting she felt after the most recent Founders Party. She had attempted to speak with him. Just a way to introduce herself and try to get to know the man. He had only given her vague answers before walking off to speak with Elena Gilbert. While Y/N wasn’t by any means a jealous person, she knew when a person only had eyes for someone else. She had decided then that she was better off not getting to know Damon.
“You can always have more than one drinking buddy.” Damon took a seat on the stool next to her.
He watched as her eyes scanned over the documents before placing a ‘sign here’ sticker on the page before she continued on reading a moment later. The hand that she was holding a glass in began lifting. It came up to her lips and she took a drink.
“Not interested.” She said as she placed the glass on the bar. Damon frowned at that and she hadn’t missed it. She held back the smirk that wanted to form on her lips as continued to focus on the page in front of her.
There was a part of her that felt satisfied that she could throw him off. It was obvious that he wasn’t used to someone ignoring his usual charm. And while it was easier to keep her guard up while speaking with him, there was that part of her that wanted to cave and give him her full attention. Attraction or not, she wasn’t sure she wanted to give into that part of herself. He could just be wanting to pass the time with and if there was one thing she knew, that never usually ended well. Not when it seemed he had been interested in someone else.
“Is there something I can help you with, Damon?” She asked a moment later as she fully turned to face him. She watched as his mouth opened slightly and closed soon after when he couldn’t get the words to pass his lips. The action itself had caused her eyebrow to raise slightly.
This definitely wasn’t what Damon was used to. He was used to women wanting to hang onto his every word without needing to use compulsion. Of course he knew he could do just that and compel her for the information. He could even just get her to tell her father that he needed to be on the council. But as his eyes caught the sight of a necklace hanging around her neck, he was almost positive it had vervain hidden within it.
“How about just having a drink or two with someone other than our drinking buddies?” He asked. He watched as her eyebrow raised once more and he put his hands up as if surrendering. “Just until you are done with work. I could really use an outside opinion on a few things.”
A soft chuckle passed her lips. “Isn’t that what the bartender is for?”
Damon looked over at Matt and grimaced slightly. “Yeah about that, he knows all about the problem. It wouldn’t really help with wanting an outsider’s opinion on my problems.”
She looked over at the paperwork for a moment before looking back at Damon and sighing. “Fine. You have until I am done with this stack.” She patted the paperwork in front of her as a smirk pulled at her lips. “And you’re paying for my tab as well.”
Damon chuckled, his own smirk pulling at his lips a moment later. “Deal.”
“You’re kidding right?” She asked with a laugh.
The paperwork had been finished for quite some time and put off to the side. The conversation had changed several subjects and kept her interest. She couldn’t bring herself to say it was time to leave when she was enjoying herself.
“Not at all. There are several stories I could tell you about how easy it can be to embarrass my brother.” He shook his head slightly. Damon had been telling her stories of his past that had kept her laughing.
He wasn’t sure when the subject had changed from what his ‘problem’ was, but she hadn’t seemed to mind it. It didn’t hurt that she was slightly buzzed from the alcohol she had been consuming. It made things more interesting and he couldn’t help but smile that she finally let him enough for him to start trying to get information out of her.
“That’s still not as bad as falling face first into a crowd at a festival in Richmond all because you were drunk enough to believe you could go crowd surfing.” She was shaking her head with a smile on her face. Her hand absentmindedly lifted and she ran her finger along a small scar that rested along her right temple.
“Oh, I would have paid to have seen that.” He said with a smile. “Now how exactly did the rebel child become the Mayor’s Aide?” His voice held curiosity. The whole time he had been speaking with her, he hadn’t brought up her job until now.
The smile she had moments ago fell at his question. “I was having a lot of problems out in Richmond. I thought I could do things on my own, but I found I just needed to come home. “ She sighed. “My Aunt had a job interview lined up for me. Surprisingly I’ve been really great at my job.”
“And how do you feel about your dad becoming Mayor, let alone becoming your boss?” Damon was sure that her answer to this question would give him a majority of the answers he’d been looking for.
She scoffed before shaking her head. “I’m not looking forward to it.”
His eyebrow raised at that. “I take it that the relationship between you two isn’t a good one.”
“Nope.” She said, popping the ‘p’. She looked down at the empty glass in her hand for a moment. “He wasn’t around. Too busy caring for his other family in some other state. But after the news reached him that Richard Lockwood had died and that Carol took over, he decided to come here and try to ‘make the town better’.” Her finger ran along the rim of the glass. “Doesn’t help that he’s had the position for less than a day and I have a mountain of paperwork that I have to get to him by tomorrow morning is rather annoying.” She rolled her eyes slightly at that and Damon chuckled. “Both Richard and Carol never gave me this much work in one night.”
Damon felt relief as he had taken in her words. Liz had been right about her. He could see that she had no clue about the secrets that this town had hiding in the closet. He could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice that there was nothing off about her previous bosses.
“How can I help take some of the workload off?” He offered.
While it had been mostly for the purpose of getting more information on the new Mayor’s plan, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to gain her trust in the process. If she was his possible ticket into the council meetings, he’d help in any way that he could.
“Um,” She bit down on her bottom lip for a moment, unsure how to respond to his offer. She had always been one to get her work done on her own, never really needing help. Her eyes moved over to the clock hanging on the wall. Her shoulders sagged as she took in the time. She had spent way too much time talking with him. She sighed as she looked back over at him. “Unless you know someone in Archives that would be willing to stay after closing, there really isn’t much you can do to help.”
How did she let herself lose track of time? She should have left when she needed to. Especially if she had no idea where some of those files would be locked away. She was going to need more time in the Archives and there was just no way she could do that so close to closing time.
A smirk grew on Damon’s lips. “Believe me, I can get you all the time you need.” He stood up, pulling his wallet and put a few bills on the bar to cover the drinks they had.
“Seriously?” She asked, hopeful.
“Seriously.” He nodded his head. “Come on, grab your stuff. As long as we get there before closing, we’ll be fine.”
A smile grew on her slips as she stood from her seat and collected her things. While any other time she would have asked more details on his connections, but there was something about him wanting to help that she didn’t question him. And to think she almost cursed at herself for staying longer than she had intentionally planned.
It took less than ten minutes for them to walk down the street and get to the Archives. It took Damon less than a minute to compel the employee to let them stay until she had gotten the files she needed. He could see the relief washing through her the moment they reached the room they needed.
“What is it that we are looking for?” Damon asked as he stared at the several aisles of shelves that were filled with boxes.
Placing her back on one of the tables, she pulled a sheet of paper that held a long list of file numbers. Folding it in half, she carefully tears it to avoid any of the numbers and letters her father had written down. Once finished, she held one half out to Damon.
“Old case files that for some reason my dad wants to look over.” She said as she watched him take the half she offered to him and his eyes began looking over the numbers.
“Did he say why he needed them?” He asked as he began making his way down one of the aisle, his eyes searching for the first set of numbers written on the boxes.
“Something about needing to check if the case files were done correctly.” She shrugged her shoulders as she began walking in a different direction than Damon. “My Uncle was a cop here in Mystic Falls before he retired. He used to complain that someone never did the paperwork right. Guess my dad wants to check in on that now that he has the power to do it.”
That made Damon suspicious. Even as he found the first file on the list, he knew that Mayor L/N was definitely checking in on things. The file that he currently held in his hand was an old case file for an ‘Animal Attack’. While Damon had killed his fair share of people throughout his lifetime, he knew he wasn’t responsible for this particular one.
Closing the file, he tucked it under his arm and moved onto the next file. They were going to be needing to keep a close eye on the Mayor if he was looking into old cases that could start pointing fingers. He had just found the next file when he heard a gasp leave Y/N’s lis and the sound of files dropping to the ground.
“What happened?” He asked, turning in the direction she had gone. He tried peering over the boxes, but when he couldn’t see her, he began looking down each aisle until he found her.
She stood in the middle of the aisle with several case files surrounding her on the floor. She had a file opened in her hands. She hadn’t responded to him and he moved closer to her, he could see tears flowing down her cheeks.
Her name passed his lips softly, trying to get her attention. Whatever was in that file, had a grip on her that it took several more seconds after he said her name for her to look over at him.
Her eyes had been filled with more tears when she did. “This is-” She shook her head slightly trying to form the words clearly. “This is my mom’s case file. My Aunt always told me she had been in a horrible accident.” Her eyes moved back to the file, taking in more of the information.
“What happened to her?” He asked as he came to stand beside her and looked at the file. He could see she was currently looking through the images that were attached to it.
“The report says it was an animal attack.” She shook her head slightly, trying to process the information she was taking in. “What animal does this?” She asked before holding out the file for him to take. “I’ve never seen something rip into someone like that.”
Taking the file, he looked down at the images, official statements and the reports. If there was one thing that Damon could tell from any kind of ‘Animal Attack’ that Mystic Falls officials could try and cover up, it was the very thing he was looking at in the photographs. This was undoubtedly done by a vampire. As his eyes looked at the last image, taking in just how close she had been to losing her head, Damon knew exactly who had done it.
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ANYWHO I MADE NPCs FOR MY PLAYERS STARTING VILLAGE AND I KINDA WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM SO HERE WE GO :) (NOTE THESE ARE FOR A DND CAMPAIGN I'M DOING WHILE INTEGRATING YUGIOH INTO IT)
So starting off, I wanna talk about the 4 main people of the village that will play a part of their first mission I have planned. The main person they'll be interacting with is Ms. Laing, a wood elf that runs the only tavern and bar in the small village. She's ran bar in the village for over 30 years, and her parents were there when the village was first established. She's around 5'7" with bronze colored skin, her dark black hair put up into a ponytail so that it doesn't get in the way of her work. She's going at a strong 45 years of age currently, and is quite pleased with her life! Her main strengths is he flexibility and her charisma, as she mainly hunts for the meat that she serves herself, along with her girlfriend, Annie, while also wanting to be able to talk to just about anyone and everyone that comes through.
The next person is someone based on an actual Yu-Gi-Oh card (that being "Iron Chain Repairman". Although his name is unknown, the people of the town call him the "Repairman". He runs the local blacksmith, though he also is their leather worker and weapon dispenser. If you're in town and you need some new weapons, armor to be fixed, or you're looking for an upgrade, then he's your guy! He's a big man, being a Mountain Orc that stands at around 7'2" tall. Although he slurs his words, as if he's consistently drunk, he can certainly hold himself in case things get...dicey. He's a strong man, with some rather concerning level of magical knowledge.
Next up, we have Douglass Heldson. He runs the general shop within town, and many villagers like to call him "Big Bro" due to his kind heart surrounded by a muscular frame that helps to protect the town. While the number of actual guards stationed in town is admittedly small, Douglass volunteers himself whenever the guards are needed for a task. He's a half orc, though only 6 foot tall compared to the other orc that lives in town, with silver hair that he keeps cut short. He's kind hearted and will never turn someone away, wether that be to his detriment or not. He gains his goods once a month, travelling to the closest kingdom of Endimyon to trade and gather more to sell to local travelers.
Last but not least for the 4 "main" people, we have Richard. He's a human that acts as the head of the villages guard force, if that's what you'd like to call it. Richard is a very hard working man, who patrols day and night to make sure the villagers live in peace. Another person based on a card (this one being "Supply"), Richard also helps stranded carts that fall near the village to get into town for safety, often going as far as to pulling the cart himself to make sure the stranded people are able to be reunited with their stuff. He's well trained in the art of sword, moreso the "Wind Dueling", as he likes to call his fighting style.
I'll make another post going over the more minor NPCs SO THAT THIS ISN'T TOO LONG!!!
Really not a fan that "lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship" is being memed because so many people don't seem to realize it's in reference to a wildly inappropriate boss-employee relationship and not, like, two people who got overly distracted by their relationship.
Reframing it this way is exactly what Ned wants. He wants you to think it's a branding problem and not a Title VII issue. He wants you to ignore the power dynamics. He's trying to salvage his reputation and mocking his deliberate word choices for the wrong reason just helps him.
Alex Jones is an infamous radio conspiracy theorist who has been a persistent element of American politics for the last 30 years. His radio show, Infowars, uses the tagline "tomorrow's news today" as Alex claims his information comes from a pantheon of secret sources within the nonexistent shadow government.
Infowars got it's big break in the early 2000s with 9/11. Alex claims to have predicted the attack beforehand, even though Osama Bin Laden had been all but outright stating his desire to commit a terrorist attack for months if not years beforehand. Alex also claimed that the UN was behind 9/11, claiming that it was done to destabilize the dollar.
Throughout the years, Alex has been a dangerous radicalizing voice in America. He has claimed that every mass tragedy like a terrorist attack or school shooting has been a false flag, generally stating that the tragedy was engineered by the government to strip Americans of their gun rights. Recent court documents reveal that at its peak, Infowars was making 800,000$ profits a day.
He has been sued before, but has generally managed to skirt by on settlements and technicalities.
In 2012, a 20 year old named Adam Lanza shot and killed 26 people in the Sandy Hook Elementary School. Alex claimed that no children died, and that the grieving parents and community members were actually paid actors. He has said equally reprehensible shit in the past, and nothing has come of it. But this time, Alex didn't stop there. He has been harassing the victims for nearly eight years now, claiming that the parents were agents of the deep state, even going so far as to dox the public addresses of the parents of the victims, and even send "reporters" (read, dangerous armed white supremacists) to their houses. The entire time he was doing this, he was running commercials for his brand of vitamin supplements.
The victims of his harassment are currently suing Alex for defamation. The trial is not going well for Alex. Alex is currently on lawyer 12. Alex's lawyers have proved themselves to be so incompetent, so unprepared, so blatantly disrespectful to the American legal system, that the judge has handed down what's called a "default judgement". Which essentially means "the court has decided that even if you are actually innocent, the court will legally be considering you guilty because of your rampant disrespect for the legal process." A default judgement was described by one of the lawyers as "approximately as rare as a football game being called on account of unicorns."
The firm that took the case for the victims side is doing so for free. They have extensively studied Alex and his history, and are currently in the middle of what could be described as a surgical disassembly.
On August 3rd, Alex's lawyer turned over nearly 2 years of Alex's phone records. These texts contain DEEPLY incriminating evidence. The victims lawyers asked Alex's lawyer "hey, we can use these right? Like these are admissible?" And either out of ignorance, incompetence, or potentially even intentionally, Alex's lawyer said yes.
It doesn't stop there.
Alex was instrumental to the January 6th coup attempt that happened here recently. One of the victims lawyers was heard on a hot mic saying that they intended to turn the evidence over to law enforcement, heavily implying that Alex may have implicated himself in some nigh-treasonous crime.
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