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[ I'm not dead, I'm just having issues with my Damon muse. It's mostly because I haven't been able to catch up with TVD yet, but once I finally do it, I'll be back. Sorry for the prolonged waiting, peaches.
In the meantime, you can find me here and here.
See ya soon, alright? ]
Emmett was wiping down the bar and serving customers. He sighed sitting down next to the one of patrons with a sigh and took the drink from his hand. “Yeesh no need for that… that is a sign you had a little to much to drink, hun but relax I’ll pour you another then I should probably call you a cab?” He asked him as he walked back to the other side of the counter pulling out the bourbon and showing it to him before pouring it.
Damon looked to the boy with an expression that was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I'm not drunk, I'm grumpy," he pointed out with a sarcastic smile. And only when the boy poured him another drink, he let his features relax. "Now we're reasoning." He took a long sip, then placed it on the counter, his hand safely wrapped around it. "Still a long way before I'm anywhere near as drunk as I need to be."
"Good choice. Was about time." Sometimes there wasn’t much left of any kind of humour, the danger around constantly, hell, he had enough of this, but sometimes they didn’t have a choice. They had to do what was best for those they loved. Even his brother had learned that lesson, no matter how hard he tried to pretend to be the bad one. "Sometimes I’m thinking about getting my bag and leaving. Just for a while…a few weeks.." his thoughts trailled off as he looked back to his brother. "Never thought about it?"
"Thought so too. Besides, half the fighting takes place in our house, this poor bottle was in peril and I saved it," Damon replied with a wide grin, taking another sip from his drink, the expensive Bourbon burning its way down his throat. In that moment, just for an instant, Damon felt like he could be happy, like they could make it, in the end. But soon enough that small spark was gone and he considered Stefan's words. "Yeah, more than I care to admit. But then I wonder if hell would follow us."
"It’s not a date." With an exasperated sigh, she found her resolve crumbling. He was dangerous, that much was certain, but so was she if she wanted to be. She wasn’t afraid of him, and what could he do with her name? He was a vampire not a private investigator. “My name…is Emma. There. Are you happy? You now have my name.” That wasn’t all he wanted, and she knew that, but at least it would sate some of his curiosity.
"It's probably a good thing. I'm don't really excel at that," Damon admitted with a relaxed shrug. He nodded slowly as she gave her name; a small step, but a step nonetheless. "Yes, Emma, I'm very happy," he replied with a sarcastic smile. "Now, should we keep this completely comfortable conversation on the front porch or d'you think I can offer you a drink? I mean, I already complimented your boobs, so I think that wouldn't be too daring, would it?" he asked with a grin.
Normally a comment such as that would have clued the one she was speaking to of two things: she was very volatile and not human. The second he’d already guessed but if she lingered the first he’d have learned anyway. Her temper was very short and while most of the time preferred to remain neutral, she was still prone to violence. It was what came naturally to her.
❝ I might, I try not to make a habit of revisiting places I’ve already been to but there’s always exceptions. Yes, I’m aware of who you are. My mother had an affection for exotic names. ❞
Any bitterness that may have entered her tone at the mention of her mother was quickly forced away, drowned in the bourbon in her hand. At his permission she went to take a closer look, dark eyes examining the titles. Some she’d read yet there were a few unfamiliar names. One she took off the shelf, skimming the back cover.
❝ Good to hear. Always thought it was a shame when a vampire couldn’t cope with the most basic of instincts. One who can’t moderate their blood intake seems less of a vampire to me but I wouldn’t say so to him of course. ❞
The more he talked to the woman, the more curious Damon became as to how exactly Stefan had made such a friend. Sure, his ripper self was better at having fun, but it was the wrong type of fun, so it didn't count.
"Then I'm certain we could meet up on neutral ground. As long as you don't stake me to a wall, I'm not that kinky," he commented with a playful wink. He caught a hint of bitterness in her voice when her mother was mentioned, so he didn't inquire further.
Damon sipped from his own drink, watching as she examined the books. He'd honestly not paid any attention to them ever since moving back to the house, so he was unsure as to what was in there.
"Oh, I've said much worse things to him, so don't worry, he's good at taking verbal blows," Damon commented, thinking of his insistent and constant teasing about his brother's 'animal' diet. "Plus, rippers stop being fun after the first ten bodies."
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Nat was glad when he took her hand as a greeting. “No you’re not, you’re a lot more charming then most.” She chuckled, trying to behave like a normal human but she was after all an angel. “Pleasure to meet you, Damon. Can I offer you a cup of coffee or a proper drink? People do that right?”
Damon grinned at her words, praise and compliments were never lost on him. "Thank you, lovely stranger," he replied with a nod. He was surprised when she offered him a drink, asking if that was indeed custom. He couldn't tell if it was an act or if she actually had no clue about that, but in any case, it made him curious. "You certainly can, and I think I'm more of a proper drink type."
Juliette’s jacket was pulled tightly around her body; not so much because she was cold, but more so because she disliked the rain. Hair drenched and dripped, clothes absolutely sodden; she hated the feeling, getting caught in the rain. She travelled so much, she only had a duffel bag hoisted over her shoulder, but even that was heavy due to being absolutely soaked. She hadn’t expected to see anyone on this road, so when the car pulled up alongside her, she was a little surprised. She leaned towards the window, giving the stranger a sardonic grin. “Very funny,” she rolled her eyes at him. “No, I always love getting caught out in the rain miles from any kind of civilisation. Why, you offering?”
Damon frowned when he saw the girl, her looks incredibly familiar, but then again, when was that breaking news? He'd seen more girls resembling Elena than he cared to count. Her sarcastic reply, however, drew a smile to his lips and he tilted his head to the side. "Offering what, to leave you to you misery or to be the nice guy who gives you a ride?" he teased, amused by her attitude. He unlocked the doors a moment later. "Get in, before I change my mind."
One of Katherine’s favourite pass times had been harassing the Salvatore’s; what else is there to do when you’ve got no where to go? There she was, leaning against the hood of a car as she saw the other approach. "Call it boredom. Just thought I’d come see you." she said with a grin.
It didn't take Damon much more than her words to realize he was talking to Katherine, not Elena. The attitude and clothes were two big clues as well. "Well, you've seen me," he said with a sarcastic smile. "What mindgame are you here to play today, Katherine?"
This encounter would be more comfortable without the problems that seemed to keep separating them apart. But it would be a lie if she denied how much she missed his presence after being away from Mystic Falls. It could be the reason why she came here. Settling herself to sit beside him, the brunette let out a soft laugh, “You’re not anyone’s backup, Damon. Well, you can be quite judgmental sometimes, but not as bad as Caroline.” The girl commented with a light shrug, glancing sideways over him. “But being here is much better. ..Sorry I didn’t inform you that I returned today. I was planning to see you tomorrow.”
"It’s nice, isn’t it?" Elena questioned with a slight playful smile, concern filled her gaze. "I have to admit, you look much better when you’re not brooding."
Damon looked at her as she sat down, a smile tugging at his lips before he even realized it was there. He laughed along with her, his expression faking outrage at her comment. "Excuse me, I'm not judgmental. I'm sarcastic and critic when someone's being an idiot, and that's totally justifiable." He shrugged, though his lips were still stretched in a smile. "Nah, I don't mind. It's a nice surprise. We've had much worse lately."
Damon looked down at his glass for a moment when she spoke again, then moved his eyes back to her, his usual attitude covering what he really thought. "What are you talking about, I always look good," he joked, grinning.
She bit her lip and sighed. “We kind of… broke up, but that’s not important I just talking about is not distracting me, Damon.” Her nimble habd reached up and brushed a few strands of hair back. “I… don’t know.”
Damon took a deep breath and nodded in acceptance to her words. "Well, we could go on a roadtrip, last time was kinda fun," Damon commented with a small shrug. He wasn't truly the social type, and his specialty for distraction was booze, so he had to get inventive.
Elena lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug, her hair falling onto her back. ”Oh darn! You’ve caught me.” Elena laughed, rolling her eyes at him. “I never asked you to take your shirt off, although there is stuff all over it now,” Elena said waving a hand in his direction. “I didn’t run you over! I couldn’t possibly run you over, unless I was in a car of course, which by the way could be arranged.” Her impish smile was firmly in place as she threatened to run him over. Every time she saw him it was as if she forgot that she shouldn’t light up like it was Christmas morning and she was five.
"I read you like an open book, Elena Gilbert," Damon commented with a small shrug of his own, his tone clearly teasing her. "Yeah, and it's gonna stay there. You know, I can't just strip in the middle of the street, I might give someone a heart attack," he replied somewhat smugly, his usual grin firmly in place. "And no, thank you, I'm not a fan of being ran over. I just pretend to be, so I can feed, remember?" It was nice to see her smile like that, it was something he found himself missing when she wasn't around. Not that he was going to admit that.
Megan raised her eyebrows as sarcasm dripped from his lips, and she wondered for the thousandth time why she hadn’t just smacked him over the head yet. It probably wouldn’t end well for her to hit a vampire, but she knew from being around him for as long as she had that he probably wouldn’t hurt her, at least fatally, unless she did something a bit more serious. “Oh shut up, I don’t know what you guys get up to in there, I don’t wanna knock and interrupt some kind of mass feeding session.” and then become part of the meal. She wasn’t sure at what point the thought of her death had begun to play so casually on her mind, but she supposed it had a lot to do with the creatures that she was now in contact with daily. At least with the wolves in Beacon Hills there was some warning as to when they were going to kill you and most of them were in control of their shift, the same could not be said for the wolves here, or the vampires when it came to self control. It was actually one of the things she admired most about damon, the way he kept such a cool head around thousands of humans, it must have been like being constantly surrounded by your favourite food and being told you couldn’t eat it until you were starving, and even then you had to do it in private.
She chuckled at his comment about flying, eyebrows raising once more as he spoke about jumping, and kept her face completely serious as she said, “Like twilight?” It didn’t take long for her to crack up though, and she followed him to his car, slipping into the leather interior and strapping herself in, “Do you guys even feel the effect of alcohol? I know that it’s impossible for werewolves to get drunk, but I’ve never been sure about vampires. I probably should have asked you this before I got into a car with you.”
Damon saw the expression that his sarcasm brought to her face and he responded to it with a cheeky grin, unashamed. He laughed when she offered the reason why she'd never visited, and he couldn't help teasing her about it. "Oh yes, we have big, crowded orgies where innocents get corrupted for their blood and wild vampire sex," he declared with a hushed tone. "C'mon, I can see how you'd think that of me, but... have you met Stefan?" he asked, laughing, though his own words reminded him of something. "I mean, that's actually what he did when he was a ripper, but-- that's not the point. He's not into that right now." He shook his head slowly, amused by the apparent mystery that still surrounded them in her mind. "You can visit, I promise no one will eat you, and you won't walk in to find any mass feeding or orgies. Probably." It wasn't much of a reassurance, but then again, he was having too much fun messing with her. His grin turned into a glare, however, at her question. "Megan," he started, taking a deep breath. "You're hot, funny and kinda badass, and only for the sake of this I will pretend you never said that." Her next questions, however, made more sense to him, and decided to answer truthfully, ignoring her clear amusement. "We do, but it takes a lot more. It actually helps with the hunger, that's why I drink like an alcoholic. It doesn't hurt me, and it keeps me from jumping the first neck I see."
"They wreak havoc everywhere. Part of what makes them interesting." And a large part as to why no one ever wanted them in their town for long. Immortals were trouble in the first place, true immortals were scary and few things scared Avery. "You know I think we’re going to get along really well." That or they would end up killing each other. She was really hoping it was the former though. He was just to fun to look at to take from this world. "I’m not here to stroke your ego, though there are a few other things I might not mind stroking." She looked him up and down licking her lips before looking away. "A drink sounds wonderful. Hmmm, tequila. It’s your best chance at getting some of those secrets out of me." Actually his best chance would probably be she wouldn’t be paying enough attention to give any straight answers than.
"Yeah, I was under the impression that you liked trouble," Damon commented with an amused grin. He didn't particularly minded that, especially because most of the time, he was like that too. He agreed with her words, knowing that it was a solid possibility, unless either of them managed to piss off the other. He had a feeling she wouldn't be easy to get out of the way, but he had no interest in finding out. Her words, the blatant innuendo, caught him off guard and he let out a surprised laugh as he poured them their drinks. "Well, I don't think I'd really have anything against that," he replied, his smirk widening as he handed her tequila. If she was trying to distract him from finding out her secret, she was doing a pretty good job.
"Yep… there was the original one named Amara, then came someone else whose name I don’t know and then there was me… Well, as long as a doppelgänger appears every 500 years if not then there are some more doppelgängers out there." The thought of more doppelgängers running around was a depressing one. She shrugged it off. After all it was next to impossible for all of them to have turned. At the mention of Esther alias ‘the psycho original witch' Tatia's smile faltered.
"I would call her the Original bitch…" Tatia growled lowly, before she forced a smile back on her lips. "Yes, I am the Tatia that was killed by Esther.” The name of her murderer was spoken with anger. I am not going to let the memory of her ruin my good mood, Tatia thought and followed the other vampire into his home.
"Out of curiosity, which one of the two Salvatore brothers are you? I prefer to know who it is I am drinking with."
"Oh yeah, I've met the basket case," Damon confirmed with a sneer, thinking back to his encounter with Amara. "I seriously hope there's not a whole army of doppelgangers, or things might start to get ridiculous. I don't particularly enjoy having to kill women who look exactly like my ex-girlfriend." He sighed, the thought of more doppelgangers turning against them was a fastidious one, and he pushed is aside, settling instead for studying her expression. She didn't seem very happy at the mention of Esther.
"Oh, I might disagree with that. And you would too, if you'd met Qetsiyah," he retorted with another grimace. "The bitch fried my brother's brain to try and kill her cheating immortal ex-boyfriend. I think you're familiar with the tale." Once again, the mention of Esther showed him how much she loathed the woman, a feeling he could easily share. "Don't worry, the bitch is dead."
Her question made him grin, and he waited until they were inside before replying. "I'm the fun one," he said, shrugging. "Also, the one who's not a doppelganger. I'm Damon."
Fear & Loathing || Damon & Katherine
Katerina took a deep breath and exhaled before she entered the room. She walked in slowly, her calm demeanor conquering all the fear and anxiety inside of her. “Good morning.”she replied. “My name is Katerina Petrova. It is very nice to meet you.” She slowly, but confidently extended a hand for him to shake. Her normally very curly hair had been straightened completely and pulled back into a high ponytail. “I hope you will find me useful.”she smiled softly, smiling was always calm and soft. Never too excited, never forced, just easy.
Her dress was very form fitting, but very professional. Once shaking his hand firmly, she released his hand and folded both of her hands in front of her. She did not want to sit unless invited to, she was not a guest, she was his employee. She needed desperately to please him, and to keep this job. She had to resign so many jobs when people began to find her slightly suspicious. There was only so much emotion she could hide. Hopefully this job would involve less contact with her employer, she expected lots of phone calls and lots of taking notes for him, other than that… well… not too much else.
Damon studied the woman when she walked in, his expression schooled into one of complete calm and mild interest, while inside he couldn't help noticing how graceful and beautiful she looked. "Welcome, Miss Petrova, I'm Damon Salvatore," he replied steadily, shaking her hand when she extended it. Her smile was... well, it was what smiles looked like on everyone else: collected, tamed. He didn't like when people smiled like that, it felt so... fake. And he faked one in return, knowing it was expected of him. "I'm sure our work together will be most fruitful." He moved back to his desk and sat down, then gestured her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of it. He fought the instinct to lean back and relax in his seat, instead, he sat in a composed, almost rigid manner, his hands resting on the dark wood of the desk. "Have you been explained what your duties will be?"
Not really. Exactly. She figured if she challenged him back that he wouldn’t continue threatening her. However, she was not expecting what he said next. Eyes widening slightly, she laughed, rolling her eyes because he may be a vampire, but he was still very much a man. “I’m not sure if I should say thank you…?” Well, at least she knew that she could use her assets to her advantage. ”So basically, you want to keep me alive so you can look at my boobs and hopefully find out more about me? This is sounding a lot like a very unorthodox date to me.”
Damon smirked when he saw her laugh, clearly catching his somewhat twisted compliment. He liked that woman, she had spirit, and he was even more curious to know what she was and who she was, now. "It was meant as a compliment, yet," Damon confirmed with a grin. Her words drew a brief, amused laugh from him and he pushed both hands into his pockets before replying. "I think you've got that quite right, miss... I still don't know your name. How can we be on this very weird date if I don't know your name?"
Rose nuzzled back down into his chest taking a fistful of his shirt to keep him close. “Good…” She breathed. “Damon….” she sighed “Please don’t you’ll only make it worse, they’ve had their vengeance for Mason and Jules. Let it be even and over and done with. “Starving yes please…” she finally gave a soft smile at how he had read her mind.
Damon wrapped his arms around her when she held onto his shirt, feeling the need to reassure her. "Don't worry about that now," he told her, resting his cheek on top of her head for a moment. He knew that if he went after them, he wasn't going to leave any prisoner. He pulled back when she accepted his offer, and left after a moment of hesitation. He went down to the basement and fished two bags from the fridge there, then joined her again in the living room. "Here, there's more if this isn't enough," he told her as he put the bags in her hands.
