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@reformed-serial-killer continued from here~

SHE STARED UP AT HIM, EYES wide in surprise. “Mr. Salvatore,” she said in a soft voice, pressing the tips of her fingers to her lips, like she was suppressing a nervous giggle. She averted her eyes, feigning coyness, though in reality trying to hide the sparkle in them at the young man just making this easier and easier for her with every word her spoke. “Are you asking me to be your date to the function?” She had not been invited herself, so she would presumably be his date. And be introduced as such if these functions were anything like the ones she had attended before.

She hid her lower face behind her hand, as if trying to hide the blush on her cheeks, before glancing up at him. “But you know nothing of me! Surely other young ladies would be vying for a place on your arm, are there not? Besides this one lady that does not seem worth your time, I mean.”

She gave a little shake of her head, a smile tugging at her lips as if the thought itself amused her. “You are very bold, Damon, to ask so soon. I ought to make you work a little harder for such a privilege.” Her tone was playful, but she lowered her gaze again, as though embarrassed by her own daring words.

“Still…” she drew the word out softly, letting the silence linger just long enough to keep him hanging, “if you should continue to prove yourself such a perfect gentleman, I suppose I might be persuaded.” The sparkle returned to her eyes when she looked back up at him, a fleeting glimmer quickly tucked away behind the practiced demureness of her smile.

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@caracarnn

SHE LEANED IN WHEN ONE of her servers came jogging up to her to whisper something in her ear. Brows furrowed at the message and she glanced at the door as if she could see the answer lying beyond it. “Someone’s looking for me?” She repeated, looking at the serving girl. “Yes, mistress.”

The vampiress sat up, waving the other servers away who were standing around her, ready for whatever was going to be coming through that door. Her canines grew longer, her eyes darkening as she nodded to the serving girl to let in whomever it was that was “looking for her”. There had been plenty of people across the centuries who had wanted something from her. Most wanted her to turn them. Some wanted to kill her. She wondered what this person - a young man she was told - wanted from her.

She was ready to get out of the way of any type of weapon if necessary - though she would have to kill the man standing guard at the door for not having done a thorough search of her guest if that was the case - and watched, though still pretending she was relaxed in an attempt to throw off whoever stepped in.

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@vervainandvampires

SO THIS WAS MYSTIC FALLS. She had expected so much more from this town. Stories had reached her ears about hordes of vampires living here among the unsuspecting humans, using them as walking blood bags. But it turned out to be a huge disappointment. There were perhaps some vampires. And she had already established that not all humans were unsuspecting.

The only thing that turned out to be true was that this was the home of the döppelganger. She knew very little about what a döppelganger was, but the man with whom she had had a little dalliance a while back - another inhabitant of this quaint little town - had spoken about it like it was something special. And she did so like special things.

So when she had accidentally and quite literally bumped into what she had pinpointed was this Katherine Pierce, it was everything but accidental. The shoulder check sent her phone careening from her hands, the screen shattering on impact with the pavement. “Oh shoot!” She exclaimed. “I am so sorry! I didn’t see you.” She bent down and picked up the phone that had most definitely not survived the collision. “Well damn…” A dramatic sigh accompanied her words. “Now I’m really going to get lost.”

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@ghostofaformerself

SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN TO see her brother, but Alexander Carlisle had just laughed. And after he had been done laughing, he had told her that none of this sounded like his problem and had shut the door in her face. She had pounded on the door until her hand bled - yet another new development, a cut she couldn’t heal - and had screamed until her voice gave out, but he hadn’t budged.

So instead, she had gone to the house of the ONLY other person who MIGHT be able to help her. Though she doubted that her brother’s pet would want to help her. They had never seen eye-to-eye, and she didn’t see why that would have changed just because she was in trouble. In fact, she figured that it might actually make Rayne want to help her LESS.

So, here she was, shivering - because the world was apparently a BLOODY COLD PLACE - knocking on the door of the last person she wanted to see her like this. When the door FINALLY opened, she wrapped her arms around herself and pursed her lips. “I know this is going to sound EXTREMELY hilarious to you, Miss Layden, but… I need your help.”

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@seesgood continued from here~

SHE LISTENED CLOSELY AS CAROLINE explained the finer points of Mystic Falls’s inner workings and politics. This was insane. Absolutely insane. She had expected to find a lot of things in this mysterious little town, but these things she was hearing were SO FAR from what she had expected, she wasn’t really sure how to react.

“What a quaint little village this is,” she mused. “And here I thought to find some peace and quiet. It seems like there’s some work to do though.” She slowly nodded at Caroline’s question as to the age range of vampires. “It’s… There’s not really a specific RANGE that would make one a baby, but I’d like to compare to myself.” She sat back in her chair and got a little more comfortable. It was so obvious that this poor girl didn’t know much about what she was, about the HISTORY of their species, and for a change, Matilde didn’t mind educating.

“As I said before, I am over six hundred years old, so someone who hasn’t even reached two hundred is a baby. Which is why it’s so surprising this guy has so much sway. He barely knows what it’s like to be a vampire. And even me and my brother - he’s a dick, I don’t like talking about him - are babies compared to the Mikaelson family. I assume you’ve heard of them, I was told they have spent time here. Obviously, there’s nobody older than them, so we’re all babies compared to them, but…” she shrugged. “Like in humans, wisdom comes with age, which - no offense, darling, seeing as you are brand new - means there’s not a lot of it here.”

“Now, you have to tell me how much you know. Or whether you have questions about being of this noble race. I shall not claim to know EVERYTHING, but I’ve been around for a while, so I can probably answer a lot of them.”

There was a naivety about this girl that spoke to Matilde. This was probably the only reason she even entertained teaching her ANYTHING, seeing as the older vampire usually wasn’t in the business of teaching anyone anything. But Caroline… Matilde would probably NEVER admit to it out loud, but the girl reminded her of herself. It reminded Matilde of a time LONG ago when she herself still had some innocence and naivety to her. And those things had led her to BECOME a vampire and then have to figure most of it out on her own. Especially after she had split off from Alexander. The first hundred or so years of her life had not been easy. And despite her usual disposition towards people’s lack of knowledge of what they were and could do, she felt the need to keep what happened to her from happening to Caroline.

“My dear… You might not want to hear this, but… It sounds like you need new friends. If they would blame YOU for Damon getting hurt, despite all he has seemingly done to you… They sound like terrible people. They should stand up for you. Defend you. Snap the bastard’s neck.”

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@ofthclight continued from here~

HER GRIN SPREADS A LITTLE wider. “I’d love one.” She leaned a little closer, just the SLIGHTEST bit, but made sure he noticed it. Before he could pour her the whiskey, she held out her hand to him. “I’m Matilde, by the way. Sorry, rude of me not to introduce myself sooner.”

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@theivashkinator

She did so like her men handsome, rich, and willing to spend their money. Mainly on her if she had any say in it. So when word of a grand party had reached her ears, she couldn’t not go, right? And it hadn’t even been that hard to get into the venue. A coy smile here, a sweet kiss there, and finally a little compulsion and nobody was the wiser. There were so many beautiful people at this party that Matilde couldn’t help but smile. Tonight was going to be a great night.

Of course, she had heard of the host of this fabulous party and she allowed her gaze to move across the crowd in search of said host. It wasn’t that hard to find him, as he seemed to be the center of attention across the way with quite a few ladies and gentlemen seeming to be vying for his attention.

It took her the better part of fifteen minutes to cross the venue to get closer, in part due to the fact that people just seemed to look completely over her head and didn’t realize she was there, and in part due to the fact that it was just that crowded.

When she finally made it near him, she kept a slight distance, watching the man through the crowd and smiling when she caught his eye. A small nod in acknowledgment of his attention and she looked away again. No need to seem desperate for his attention and every man liked a mysterious woman, didn’t they? She plucked a glass of champagne out of someone’s hands as they walked past her, a quick warning not to make a scene, and sipped from the bubbly liquid, her tongue darting out to catch a small drop that had gotten caught near the corner of her mouth.

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@seesgood

She had done her homework, though it had been made difficult by the fact that half of the damn village seemed to be on vervain, and what she had noticed was that most stories about Mystic Falls seemed to be real. Plenty of people had apparently heard rumors about “vampires”, though not all seemed to believe it was true. It told her that the vampires who did live there managed to keep at least somewhat of a low profile.

Not low enough though. As someone who had cultivated their patience over more than six hundred years, Matilde had spotted quite a lot from her place outside the… Mystic Grill, such an original name for a grill restaurant in Mystic Falls. Some of these people were a little too fast to be human. And as far as she was aware, most humans didn’t actually smell of blood unless they were injured.

She when one of them - a girl, blonde, perky, pretty, perhaps reminded her of herself - walked by and carried the smell of blood with her, Matilde’s eyes were immediately drawn to her. “Hey!” She called out. “Hey, Blondie.” She smiled, beckoning the girl closer. “You’ve got a little something on your collar there.” She tilted her head and smiled - hopefully - sweetly. “Don’t tell me you hadn’t smelled that?”

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