#rippermade

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Damon was leaving out of Rousseau’s after drowning his sorrows with bourbon, and the amount that he had consumed was more than his usual amount. Damon was sick of trying to be good to please everyone especially Elena and then having the kindness that he had shown in the past mean nothing to anyone— It seemed like everyone had only focused on the bad parts of Damon such as killing Jeremy, Killing coach Tanner, abusing Caroline. Damon began stumbling around. Although he was a vampire because it was still possible for him to get drunk, even though his tolerance was much higher than a human’s. Damon caught sights a young girl walking down a dark alley. Damon took it upon himself to have a late night snack to go along with the amount of booze he has been drinking. He quickly followed her in the alley and used his vampire super speed to speed in front of her. He quickly grabbed her by the neck, “You are not going to run or scream,” he said as his blue eyes stared into hers—his pupils growing in size only to shrink again. Damon had compelled the unknown girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She didn’t move or scream as Damon leaned towards her neck, and he began feeding from her. Damon usually preferred to play games with his victims, but tonight he had been aiming for the kill. As he punctured her neck the rusted taste had drowned his taste buds as he growled at her skin; one hand placed on her breast while the other was fastened in place on her shoulder just behind her neck to keep her from fidgeting away from him. Damon quickly pulled away and breathed out heavily as if he needed to catch his breath just before leaning back in to finish her off. Once he heard her heartbeat began to slow Damon counted the minutes before she finally became lifeless and dropped her body to the ground, “Well you're no fun— you sure didn’t last long.” he muttered to the dead female as he turn around and seen his brother Stefan standing behind him, “Hello brother,” He said not bothering to wipe the lingering blood from his face. A simple partial smile spread across his face.

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Buzz about the city and she heard rumors of a certain old flame who caught her interest above the rest. Sure, Rebekah had known Caroline was in town and she’d assumed the rest of them would soon come pouring in after but from what Nik told her the neurotic blonde had only just followed the rest of Elena’s flock. That means the whole lot of them had been sneaking about in their city without so much as a ripple until now. Why is that? The streets had been lively with the sound of jazz music and the dancing women on corner sidewalks preparing for the coming of Mardi Gras had added an authentic NOLA touch but she’s unable to pull herself from her thoughts. It’s there hidden in the shadows that she spots whom she’s looking for under the light of streetlamps “Stefan Salvatore,” puffing out her chest some from pure agitation she’s very careful not to seem too suspicious to the passerby's though undoubtedly peering out from the dark alleyway had already gotten her noticed “No Damon, I see.” she noted. Strategically thinking on how she could approach him without seeming— what was the word? Desperate. More often times than not she’d always let herself be more vulnerable to those she’s had a not so clear cut and dry past with. Rebekah was going to ignore him entirely until… Oops, her footing slipped and she was exposed. “What are you looking at hero hair?”