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The vampire wasn’t sure what was so hard about this to understand. Then again he wasn’t a vampire so it was unlikely that he could understand how they loved. When they loved it was all consuming, not just love but something deeper. It wasn’t something you could just easily let go of and move on from…not for a vampire and certainly not for Damon. Didn’t Ric know how long the Salvatore had clung on to the love he’d had for Katherine? How could he expect any less for himself?

“I’m not going to argue mate, this isn’t something I could just let be.” If it was then he sure as hell wouldn’t have brought Ric back into the land of the living. It was the last thing he wanted, the last thing that would be good for himself and Damon but it was the best thing he could do for Damon. Ric just needed to know that.

“Think of it as winning Alaric.” He shrugged not sure how to word what he was thinking as he pulled into the driveway of the boarding house glad that Damon’s Camaro wasn’t yet home. He’d still have time to clean up and test the parameters of his and Ric’s connection.

#mynamesenzo #v; ghost world

Ric was still caught up in this whole thing. Being alive but not? Roaming the realm once again as a ghost? He can't say he'd rather be stuck back in purgatory, this was a little better than what he was running from and or hunting in between Heaven and Hell. He was just, confused. He knew why Enzo brought him back, but the cost. If Enzo had something for Damon, he didn't want to ruin it.

He understood that he wanted Damon to be happy, he got that, but couldn't he just let it go? Even though he can completely understand being compared to someone else, it isn't something to be taken easily, just in stride.

How in the hell was he about to even begin to think of this as winning? Either way someone was getting their heart broken and he hated watching it happen. Damon's gorgeous blue Camaro came into his eyeshot, Ric thought before speaking. "Might I ask how?"

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Damon looked at Alaric as he drank watching as the little bright red drips leaked from the creases of his lips. It was taking everything he had not to lean over and clean them from his mouth. He would be cool, cooler than a human, his body dying off, he would taste like blood and shock. His best friend kissing him. He could imagine it, combined with the taste of Ric. A taste that had never touched his pallet before yes a taste he was dying to have.

He needed to control himself. At least he needed to do a better job than he had in the past. In the past he could hide a boner, under a pillow, under a bottle of bourbon, shifting so Ric didn’t see, this would be different, Ric would sense him, smell him, every little look, every little thing. Nothing would be able to slip past the man now. “I am not going to let you kill anyone, I am not that much of an ass.” He said pushing himself from the couch hand coming out to grab the bourbon from the back of the table before coming back around to fall once more into his seat. “More?” He asked taking a swig. “First rule, bourbon takes the edge off the hunger.” He said as he looked at him, giving him a wink.

#alaricsbitch #v; vampiric attributes #{ the teacher becomes the pupil. }

The blood tasted different, of course it did, he was a vampire now and not a human trying to heal solely on blood. If he remembered anything from the last time, a vampire's blood tasted like garbage. Then again, blood was now his source of energy, he had to accept that. A small, stray stream from the main meal poured from the side of his lower lip. He moved his right hand to slowly wipe it from his face, now smeared across the former human's hand. His hues turned to Damon, eyes peering into what appeared to be the other's soul. "You alright?" he questioned, sincerity coming from his eyes.

His eyes remained on Damon, eyes scanning the facade of his dumbass, idiot best friend. Damon appeared different this time, Ric felt like he saw him differently. He patiently waited for an answer. "I'd sure as hell hope not," he replied lowly. "You might be, you never know with that loving personality of yours." The hunter's hues moved from Damon's eyes to his hand, watching it grace the base of the bourbon. "I'm gonna need a little more than one swig."

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Wes made a note of all of the answers as Alaric gave them to him as he waited for the blood to spate from the vervain before draining it all into one tube.

“Yes I have to take that much blood, with all the vervain in your system, when I sort it out and remove it, I only have one tube. You will live trust me.” He answered as he picked up the one tube and put it in the fridge.

“Thank you for your answers.” He added as he moved back over to him, with a small cup of blood. “I would drink that one slower if I was you.” He added un-strapping one hand.

“Every day I will be asking you the same questions and taking a vile of blood once a week. We can get a long in this endeavor or we can’t. I know you met Enzo, he was one of my best specimens. He knew he was in here and that so long as he worked with me his time would be easier.” He offered in way of an explanation. It was his goal to give everyone who came in the option to make this easy or hard. There was no reason why they shouldn’t at least be thank in some small way even for their contributions to science and the world.

People across the world would benefit from what Alaric was doing. Families would sing praises to him if only they knew what he had done to bring them their loved ones back. “Would you like a cup of coffee, I have been told it can help with the hunger.” He offered.

#doctorwesleymaxfield #v; the hunter in augustine #{ real life sucks. }

He never liked getting blood taken, and being in Augustine only made it worse. Usually he didn't care because it was for what he believed to be a halfway decent purpose - his own health.

His eyes rolled, this was the one time he was hoping ..maybe even partially he wouldn't survive, but what would be of his life when he escaped then? Inadequate. "Maybe if you wouldn't jack me up with that much vervain you'd have less issues," he muttered, sarcasm lacing every syllable.

'Thank you,' he thought, a huff escaping. Really? He'd actually address him with a thank you? Wow, this guy was more out of his mind than he thought. The creep factor alone just added to the doctor's demeanor, making it something more and more that Ric absolutely detested. As the cup neared him, his eyes followed. He wasn't about to act like he was dying for a taste, Wes already knew that. His hand went for the cup of blood, feeling the relief of something being free.

"Usually I can get along with just about anybody, but damn," he paused, shaking his head. "Why would anyone want to even consider being cooperative in something like this?" he questioned, not having it at all. Unless he realized he was going to be here a really damn long time and just forgot about his dignity, Ric didn't want to end up that way, then again he didn't really know Enzo or his story all that well.

The hunter quirked a brow, curiosity approaching his face. "Coffee? Really? I was always told alcohol did it, and do you honestly think I want your coffee?" He didn't mean to sound rude, but in a way he did. That coffee could have whatever the hell he felt like in it, he didn't exactly want a part of that.

{ out of bourbon } drafting replies now! will have them out tonight! :)

{ out of bourbon } I wish there was a game if thrones AU but how even.

#{ Mun is readdicted to Game of Thrones}

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Wes noted the man’s discomfort and honestly he could see to why he had trust issues, he was after all the one who was kidnapped, however it was fun for him to poke fun at the man. He couldn’t help it. It was in his nature and he loved seeing people uncomfortable and the vampire was doing a good job of it.

“Question two, when is your birthday?” He asked. The test was made of a few very simple questions. Three things that were committed to memory that the normal person shouldn’t forget. Name, birthday and eye color. Those things didn’t change. You knew them from the time you were little to the time that you died.

The next three were questions of opinion. Opinions that you tended to stick with since you decided on them at an early age, favorite color, favorite food and favorite drink.

The last four he picked were made for Alaric personally. The first one, one of opinion, his favorite war, the last three matters of fact, things learned later in life and not always something that came up once or twice a month. The year the war was fought, the dates and who won.

While he waited for the second answer he drained two tubes of blood from the vampires. It was more than you would think you would need but he would have to separate the blood he actually needed from the vervain, sadly he would end with less than one tube but it would be enough to know the progression of the disease and if there was anything compromising the vampires now no existent immune system. The last thing he needed was for him to get sick over something else.

#doctorwesleymaxfield #v; the hunter in augustine #[ the first test. ]

Getting kidnapped wasn't exactly on the agenda, he was still wondering about Jeremy and Elena, if they'd even found him as missing. Damon, anyone. Would they even know where to begin looking to find him? He thought about tugging at the bonds, soon noting the idea completely useless.

"May 8th," he answered, not thinking the year was exactly that important for a simple question.

"Green and like it matters," he answered, not really caring on the questions at all. He felt like giving false answers to just make his research inadequate, but that might piss him off a little. "Ribs." He had to think for a second, he just answered bourbon quickly, not even thinking.

"Civil War, 1861-1865." Anyone who knew him, knew that was the obvious answer. As he kept answering questions, the more he felt his sanity dwindling. He hated everything about being there, this only making it worse.

Every time blood was taken from him, a small scowl escaped from his now pale, pink lips. He felt like the literal life was being taken out of him, which was how he felt about Augustine as a whole. "Is that much blood really necessary?" he questioned as he watched the blood get sorted.

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He was perturbed that Ric hadn’t drank and in fact that he was still taking time to argue with him over the lemon wedge. He didn’t have time for him to be telling him to shut up. Okay maybe he did have time but it wasn’t like he knew, Ric hadn’t come in and stated what time he had been killed.

“Just drink asshole” He said reaching out to nudge the newbie vampires hand holding the bag towards his mouth. “Unless you need me to warm it for you or put it in a nice glass.” He continued to tease not able to help himself. He wondered if people caught on that it was a nervous habit by now. Not that he was one for being nervous a lot and hell he was snarky and poked fun at people often so maybe it was something they never knew.

“After you drink we can finish off a bottle of bourbon and then go hunting, teach you the ropes.” He offered looking over at the man as he settled back into the couch, bourbon glass finding its way to his lips.

#alaricsbitch #v; vampiric attributes

He couldn't help it with Damon, even within the seriousness of any situation, it was still in them to bicker like an old married couple. In a dire situation like that, it was extremely unfortunate for the both of them. The hunter knew he had a bit of time, Damon was exaggerating a little on that.

His nudging was already annoying, Ric knew this was only the beginning. He rolled his eyes, "I'm not stupid, dammit." He picked it up, drinking the bag and ignoring every single word Damon said. Damon's teasing was going to get old even quicker now that he was a vampire, he knew it would be easier now to make jokes about him.

Ric shook his head as he finished off the blood bag, little bits coming from the edge of his lip. A moment later he wiped it off, taking a small whiff of it. "As long as I don't kill anyone, I'm not going down that route again, Damon."

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“That a bit of an understatement Ric.” Enzo scoffed at the ghost type man sitting next to him. Of course he wanted Damon happy or he wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble. Personally he was still reeling from Ric’s comment on wanting Damon to forget him. How did he even think that was possible?

“If Damon was to forget you he’d need to leave Mystic Falls.” He explained softly turning once to look at Ric before his eyes went back to the road in front of him. “There are too many memories and no matter how many new ones we make he’ll always remember this as the place he fell in love with you.”

Even the people he hung around were part of the problem. How could Damon forget about Ric when Elena and Jeremy always talked about him? How could he forget about Ric when Jeremy was living in his old loft? It just wasn’t possible and Ric thinking it was was rather silly.

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"How in the hell is that an understatement?" he retorted, a half smile crossing his features. As much as he didn't mind being back, he didn't want the other's feelings hurt in the process, it was just in his nature to be caring towards everyone.

"Look, I mean, I've tried to forget people as well. After a while I understand you've got to let shit go, but ..I see what you mean, I highly doubt he'd let it go that easily. It's Damon after all." Hearing that Damon loved him still sent a chill down his spine, just the idea was odd to his ears. "I guess I just ..wanted him to forget as I passed, make it easy for him."

He hated it, if the other man wanted to be happy with Damon, why couldn't they just leave the problem be? He felt it was rather sweet that he cared for him that much that he wanted him to be happy, but this was a little off kilter, at least in Ric's hues.

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{ out of bourbon } I almost made a Jeremy Gilbert account. Hrm. Pondering the idea.

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Make 'Em Confess! [Questions Meme]

Blush: What's something embarrassing you've done in front of a crush or someone you were trying to impress?

Boo!: What startles you?

Oops!: What's something embarrassing you've done in public?

Gone: Ever thought of running away? If you did, where would you go?

Lie to Me: What's a time you've lied?

Broken: What's been your lowest point?

Wings: What's a fantasy or wish of yours?

Kick the Bucket: Name two things on your "bucket list."

Talent: Do you have any strange talents or skills you've learned but never really had a use for?

Sing It!: What's a song or song genre that you like but don't often tell people you do?

Red Handed: What's one of your guilty pleasures?

Psych!: How gullible are you? Have you ever been pranked or playfully fooled?

Scared?: What's an irrational fear or phobia of yours?

Scarred: What's a part of or about you that you're insecure about?

Squirm: What's a topic that always makes you feel awkward when it gets brought up?

Mirror Mirror: How have other people admitted to seeing you? What impression do others say that they have about you or when they first met you?

Story Time: Tell a story about something you did or something that has happened to you within the last 24 hours.

{ out of bourbon } I can't even express how much you should follow Astaroth. This is one of the BEST OC's I have EVER roleplayed with and I really miss it like hell. So, if you're looking for a writer of excellent quality, go here! You will NOT be disappointed.

#withuncleanhands #i miss you like hell okay.#me and damon both do.

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“Yeah whatever mate, I get it.” Enzo shrugged and he did get it. Ric wanted Damon to be happy and for a while he had been but when you loved someone and lost them the way Damon had with Alaric you just didn’t get over them that easily. Enzo would know.

“I don’t blame you, besides looks can be deceiving. He was happy for a while but he misses you mate.” The vampire explained as he drove hating that he was having to break this down for the other. It already hurt putting it in to play, explaining it only made him feel worse.

“You love Damon, I know you do and if you were with him and making him happy but there was a sadness to him and you knew that there was someone else that could take that away and leave him whole again…wouldn’t you want that?” As he asked the question his voice was soft and he kept his eyes on the road instead of on Ric. As far as selfless went this was about as good as it got for Enzo.