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[damnatiae-blog]

"Maybe it's a little fitting," as she spoke a smirk played across her lips. "Depends on why you're asking," she said placing a hand on his shoulder gently.

"Call it simple curiosity. It isn't every day we get such pretty guests."

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"You smell of death, babe," she said, smirking. "If you haven't caught on - I'm the big bad wolf not little red riding hood."

"I was joking," he drawled in reply. "But it's a fitting nickname, isn't it?" Flicking his eyes over at her, he pressed his lips together, eyebrows lifting. "So, what are you doing here in Mystic Falls?"

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"I'm not - nice guess," she smirked, "My guess is that you, m'dear, are not human," she inferred by the smell.

Damon let out an amused chuckle, lips tilting in his trademark smile. "And how did you figure that out, Little Red Riding Hood?"

[damnatiae-blog]

"Sounds fun," she smirked, "I'm Lydia Martin."

"Pleasure to meet you, Lydia. You're not from around here, are you?" 

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"Hey there, darling," Lydia said with a wink. "What are you up, too?"

"Entertaining a pretty girl." Damon tilted his head slowly, a single eyebrow arching in curiosity. "I don't believe we've met."

[withmyteethhale-blog]

"Whatever you say, Derek," she said with a smirk. "How about she focuses on running around with Boyd them?" she suggested, "They seem to hang out a lot, anyways..."

"Maybe," he murmured, not sure what the other was insinuating, but whatever it was, it really wasn't any of his business. Who Erica chose to be with was no longer his concern seeing as how she hadn't managed to persuade Scott to join them. 

[withmyteethhale-blog]

"It's something from her old life, it connects her to before she changed..." she said as if it wasn't obvious. "Like Stiles has alway been there, even before I changed - her illness was the same way," she explained further. "Same for Isaac - his dad tied him to his human days."

"Her illness is why she chose this life, Lydia. It was her prison..." he deadpanned, knowing how much it still pained his blonde beta whenever she remembered the consequences of her epilepsy. "You and Isaac have fond memories of people. Erica doesn't have that. She needs to look at the now." 

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She sighed, "Stiles..." She trailed off, a bit embarrassed of her anchor. "He stayed with my on my first full moon," she added. "Did she try focusing on her epilepsy?" Lydia asked, thinking about what a good anchor for the blonde would be.

"Stiles," he repeated a little baffled, although he didn't make any remarks on what he thought about the matter, accepting it for what it was. As long as she didn't kill anyone because of the boy, he couldn't complain. "Her illness? Why?"