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Allowing his wavering hand to fall back and down towards his side, the female figure in which had approached him was now in clear sight - a more than beautiful brunette of whom was more than willing to give Damon her attention. Feeling rather pleased with himself and the fact he had managed to capture the attention of such a radiant beauty without much trying - the raven haired male continued to keep his devilish smirk in act - the smirk itself maturing on the left side of his mouth boldly. “I believe you’re right, darling” Damon replied, referring to the fact that she hadn’t met him before this moment. Finding his interest in the growing as the young lady’s lips grew a smirk - the raven haired male elevated his hand simply just to take hers. “Well hello to you Vanessa - I’m Damon Salvatore, the one and only” Allowing a wink to blink from his right eye, Damon lifted Vanessa’s hand towards his mouth - a brief kiss being placed on the back of her hand as he attempted to play the fake charmer "You seem like a feisty one - and im more than shocked someone isn’t giving you all their attention right now… but im sure we can find a way to fix that"
Damon Salvatore. It was one of the names she had heard before in conversation but had filed away as unimportant until now. Those damn blue eyes caused her heart to stutter in her chest irritating her as it did anytime a man had such an affect on her. "Feisty is one way to put it." She purred softly. Pulling her hand from his she stepped around him and continued down the row of cages with her fingers dancing across the cell bars. "That's exactly why I'm down here, Mr. Salvatore. Are you offering to help me choose my companion for the night?" She questioned innocently. She chanced a look over her shoulder to toss him a teasing smile, all the while ignoring the slaves behind the bars either cowering away or cursing her name.
“Wasn’t partially fussed about coming down here - saying that however, i find myself surprising impressed….” Damon stated, simply chatting to himself or anyone of whom may have heard him in passing - his steps currently trailing the basement floor in which held many of the cells that played home to the so called ‘slaves’ of the Manor. With a devilish smirk arousing his full lips, the raven haired male’s blue orbs soared his surroundings - memorizing and studying the environment so he could get use to it - simply familiarizing himself with the place. “Which doesn’t happened very often….. me being impressed that is…. ” Continuing to speak in a low, yet self charmed tone - the oldest Salvatore brother noticed a smallish frame mature in his sight from a distance. With his sick and sadistic ways hidden underneath the surface for the time being - Damon was always in for a game of playing the 'fake charmer’ - his sarcastic nature, dashing good looks and one liners famous for knocking a female off their feet at first conversation. If only they knew what demon’s were buried deep inside - soon enough someone new was bound to find out, the question was who? With the individual of whom Damon had noticed from a far luring closer, the charming vampire would simply lift his right hand up and besides himself - the palm of this hand aimed outwards as his four fingers danced in a wave. Given the circumstance’s in which most of the slaves found themselves in - Damon wasn’t too sure he’d receive a pleasant reply, that’s if this person was a slave at all, he really couldn’t tell at this point. Never the less, if someone was out to purposely avoid him - he was a professional at forced greetings - after all - he was here for some entertainment.
Vanessa's confident stride wavered for a moment when she caught sight of the man before her, his chilling blue eyes held nothing but sin. Something that was both pulling Vanessa in, and warding her off. Still, she was never one to reject a man's attention, especially one as dashing as he. Vanessa became even more intrigued when she couldn't match a name to the face; she knew all the masters who would stay here on occasion leading her to believe he was just a new guard.
Xavier had been gone which left her with little to do, though he might not particularly approve of the playfully smile she was receiving, he was no where around and she was dying for some attention. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips as she approached him, her own baby blues gazing up at him through her voluptuous eyelashes. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you." She held out her hand with a growing smirk, "I'm Vanessa Grey."
“I have no care over the human race. It’s the vampires and wolves that are a nuisance that need taken care of.” In the most extreme way, she thought to herself, a knowing smile on the witch’s lips.
"And why is that? Are you not too fond of dogs and bats? You're not one of those witches who insists on feeding childish imaginations by owning a black cat?" She teased lightly. Vanessa was a bit surprised when she confessed not to being troubled by the humans, but by other supernaturals.
Malia only shrugged. “The world itself is out to kill you. It always has been, even if you were unaware of it. That won’t change.” Malia had a firm belief in the darkness of human nature, a darkness that only grew as humans became demons and beasts. “The only way to win is to kill them first.”
Vanessa let out an amused scoff, "Interesting point of view." She sounded like all the other masters around here, "Is that something your trying to accomplish? Extinguishing the whole human race."
“Normally I wouldn’t. But as you can see none of this is normal. And I do what I can to keep it together.. which I do by loosing it once in a while.”
"You're really that displeased with who you were roomed with? I would think you'd be ecstatic to be out of your cell."
“So a hangover and getting drugged do not go well with each other.. I think my head just might explode.. you should probably take precaution and keep your distance.. oh wait.. that’s not possible.”
"I'm not worried, though I wouldn't have taken you for one to get lost in the bottom of a bottle."
“And just why is that, if I may ask?” She was curious about the other woman, she wouldn’t deny that much. “Negativity–fear–can be a powerful emotion to evoke in others.”
"I wouldn't oppose the idea of being feared, but I have no desire to be hated; that would be like digging my own grave, and why should I have to worry about who might try to kill me next?"
Moving to sit on the couch, he draped one arm over the back of it. His gaze remained on her, watching her movements, “Are you certain? Don’t I always have the intent of getting you naked?” Maybe not always, but close enough. He couldn’t resist teasing just a little bit. “You’re all riled up. Spit it out, Vanessa.” He was calm enough that he figured he’d handle whatever it was she had to say. Though he did have the other idea of offering up Caroline to her - curious to see how she’d handle the girl.
Vanessa put her hair a top her head in a messy bun that tittered with slightest movement. She was silent for a beat thinking over her next words carefully. She was being childish remaining agitated after the conversation had ended, just because he once again demonstrated the power he held over her. She sighed before turning around, "Nothing, I'm just being grumpy. I'll be smarter about which of the masters I sleep with from now on..." She meandered into her spacious bathroom to begin filling the tub, "People I know you won't have a problem with..." She says more to herself than him.
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“I am having the best day, since like, Jesus invented the calendar.”
“And you wish to be remembered,” she agreed, nodding. A grin crossed her face. “Question is, is that fondly or negatively?”
"There aren't a large number of people who I would say are fond of me, but I wouldn't want to be shed in a negative light when I came to the forefront of someone's mind."
Breathing in slowly, quietly, part of him wanted to kiss her. That was something he didn’t fully fathom about himself nor her. He didn’t consider fucking her, only kissing her. Of course, he wouldn’t give into it, finding the thought silly, weak, even. The hand on her waist tightened a bit, sliding up her side, fingertips pulling her shirt to brush the soft skin. It was his way, right now, of saying he was fine, he wouldn’t hurt her, though that desire to hurt someone still burned. Clearly she wanted space. He was tempted not to give it to her. “Who said I came here to talk?” he dropped his hand away as she moved down to the floor. “Maybe I wanted to bring the little painting to life”
Vanessa held the books close to her chest being careful not to drop them or any paper stuck between the pages. "Because, if you came you here with that intent you wouldn't have wasted time arguing with me." She says matter-of-factly, adding a gently smile as she looked up at him. Rising to her feet she moved to an antique chest at the head of her bed shoving the books into it alongside various candles, herbs, scrolls, and bones. She eyed the bag of lavender wondering if she should add some to her bathe, making her smell good and relaxing her.
“Yeah, I know that feeling. Pain really hits the message home.”
"I use more of a scare tactic. If the servant was missing an arm or was blinded then there would be absolutely no hope of improvement for them."
The touch of her hand made him tense a moment, that side of him that was pushed towards violence seeking satisfaction. If he fed it, though, he was sure that would make it worse. Her continued touch to his cheek, his hair, the back of his neck slowly eased him. “You should know better than to ask me that.” She was aware of how distrustful he was of everyone. She was as close as he came to trust, even then, he wasn’t sure he’d ever delve in completely. Releasing her throat, his hand trailed down her chest, grazing her breast, landing on her waist. “I know you’ll do as I say. You’re mine, and you’ve a good girl for me,” he murmured.
Though her temper had dissolved considerably she was still irritated. Whether it was his intentions or not, she wouldn't be able to sleep with someone without worrying how he might react. She couldn't voice her anger to him knowing it could possible rile him up again, and there were a long list of reasons why she didn't like to see him angry. The thought of a steaming hot shower or bath to wash away her anger had her wanting to slip away from him and into the bathroom. Her eyes glanced down at the books once again scattered across her floor before looking back up to him, a prefect excuse to end this little squabble. "If you've said what you needed to I'm gonna start cleaning up, again." She stated softly, moving away from him and dropping down to clean up the mess.
“Um—” Lola glanced up to see the fire in the woman’s hands and shrank back, pulling her arms around herself as if it’d protect her from any more burns on her body if anything happened. “Y-Yes, sorry, Miss, I’m sorry…” It didn’t take much at all to scare her, the scent and sight of the small flame quickening her heart rate.
Vanessa played with the flame, feeding it more energy to make it bigger or withdrawing to have it shrink again. "If you've come to ask me if you can roast marshmallows the answer is no."