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“Oi!” He snarled from the doorway. With a careless wave of his hand, he sent the vampire slamming into the wall, causing him to drop what he was attempting to steal. “Hands off my stuff.”
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▓ = caught stealing their belongings
“Oi!” He snarled from the doorway. With a careless wave of his hand, he sent the vampire slamming into the wall, causing him to drop what he was attempting to steal. “Hands off my stuff.”
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
“Does it seem like I am about to stay and cuddle you, cave man? I am not sure whether you get the term ‘one night stand’ or not… And I am the one who was in a coffin for 90 years.”
{Winter ride || Closed rp}
Molly blew her hair out of her face and sighed looking down at Damon from up on the horse. "Ok I'm warning you now that I haven't been on a horse for at least ten years so be prepared for this to go very very wrong." she said smirking slightly. "And I ban you from laughing at me if I make a fool of myself." Molly warned with a scowl.
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Smirk fading from his face, Damon’s lip curled back, almost as if he were a snarling dog. “If I wanted to,” he growled, “I could kill you.” It was a threat without any sugar coating, but he hadn’t done it yet. Yet. “Maybe I should,” he laughed, launching himself at the girl, pinning her to the wall. “Would anyone miss a little girl like you?” Something inside of Damon snapped, and his humanity vanished. Leaning in close enough for his lips to touch Isabelle’s ear, he whispered, “I don’t think so.”
Isabelle was still trying to back up inch by inch. "Thanks but you've already reminded me of that several times in the course of two months." She said with a shrug. She yelped when he pinned her to the wall. The brunette struggled in his grip. "Like you would know." She tried to get out of his grasp. "Let me go. If your goal was to scare me, congrats, now stop it."
"You need to eat."
Molly pouted a little and shook her head. "No i'm not hungry...I just want to sleep. I'm scared if I eat anything i'll be sick." She said curling up into a ball a little more. "My head is killing me...why did I have to get sick now?"
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Damon & Rebekah | Coffe&Comfort | AU
Yes she was blonde, but she was not nearly dumb. It was pretty obvious for everyone her boyfriend was cheating on her, even for Rebekah, but she happened to be a girl, one that loved deeply and wanted believed that love was able to amend any mistake made in a relationship. But when she had walked to his room, all dressed up for their anniversary and had found a girl half naked walking out of his room, her patience finally hit the limit. It hadn't been a noisy break up, full of screams or neither tears. She had walked to his room, told him it was over and he hadn't say a thing because he didn't have enough arguments to try to make her stay or maybe just because he didn't want her to stay.
Whatever had been the reasons to his silence, she had found herself alone entering the coffe shop of the campus, against all the odds, ready to have a simple coffe and she tried hard not to cry. After a couple cups, her eyes seemed red and empty, even more than when she had walked inside.
She was ready for something a little stronger when she heard someone on the almost empty coffe shop. It was once of her professors, that seemed to have lost something, which made her smile softly. " Mr. Salvatore?" she called him thinking she could be helpful somehow.
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[text] New rule.. every time you say his name I get to punch you.
[text] No way! I'm breakable, you're not.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Perhaps she’d been brooding; she hadn’t meant to, though.
"Is it that obvious that there’s something weighing on my mind?" Madelyne softly asked as she sat atop the bar stool of the recently remodeled Mystic Grill and turned to the side to face Damon.