Don't get too close, it's dark inside.

Damon Salvatore - 25/174 - Vampire - Master. "If i were you, I'd be extra nice to me right now" (18+)

[theamericanlunatic]

“Wasn’t partially fussed about coming down here - saying that however, i find myself surprising impressed….” Damon stated, simply chatting to himself or anyone of whom may have heard him in passing - his steps currently trailing the basement floor in which held many of the cells that played home to the so called ‘slaves’ of the Manor. With a devilish smirk arousing his full lips, the raven haired male’s blue orbs soared his surroundings - memorizing and studying the environment so he could get use to it - simply familiarizing himself with the place. “Which doesn’t happened very often….. me being impressed that is…. ” Continuing to speak in a low, yet self charmed tone - the oldest Salvatore brother noticed a smallish frame mature in his sight from a distance. With his sick and sadistic ways hidden underneath the surface for the time being - Damon was always in for a game of playing the ‘fake charmer’ - his sarcastic nature, dashing good looks and one liners famous for knocking a female off their feet at first conversation. If only they knew what demon’s were buried deep inside - soon enough someone new was bound to find out, the question was who? With the individual of whom Damon had noticed from a far luring closer, the charming vampire would simply lift his right hand up and besides himself - the palm of this hand aimed outwards as his four fingers danced in a wave. Given the circumstance’s in which most of the slaves found themselves in - Damon wasn’t too sure he’d receive a pleasant reply, that’s if this person was a slave at all, he really couldn’t tell at this point. Never the less, if someone was out to purposely avoid him - he was a professional at forced greetings - after all - he was here for some entertainment. 

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Vanessa’s confident stride wavered for a moment when she caught sight of the man before her, his chilling blue eyes held nothing but sin. Something that was both pulling Vanessa in, and warding her off. Still, she was never one to reject a man’s attention, especially one as dashing as he. Vanessa became even more intrigued when she couldn’t match a name to the face; she knew all the masters who would stay here on occasion leading her to believe he was just a new guard. 

Xavier had been gone which left her with little to do, though he might not particularly approve of the playfully smile she was receiving, he was no where around and she was dying for some attention. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips as she approached him, her own baby blues gazing up at him through her voluptuous eyelashes. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you.” She held out her hand with a growing smirk, “I’m Vanessa Grey.”

[theamericanlunatic]

Allowing his wavering hand to fall back and down towards his side, the female figure in which had approached him was now in clear sight - a more than beautiful brunette of whom was more than willing to give Damon her attention. Feeling rather pleased with himself and the fact he had managed to capture the attention of such a radiant beauty without much trying - the raven haired male continued to keep his devilish smirk in act - the smirk itself maturing on the left side of his mouth boldly. "I believe you're right, darling" Damon replied, referring to the fact that she hadn't met him before this moment. Finding his interest in the growing as the young lady's lips grew a smirk - the raven haired male elevated his hand simply just to take hers. "Well hello to you Vanessa - I'm Damon Salvatore, the one and only" Allowing a wink to blink from his right eye, Damon lifted Vanessa's hand towards his mouth - a brief kiss being placed on the back of her hand as he attempted to play the fake charmer  "You seem like a feisty one - and im more than shocked someone isn't giving you all their attention right now... but im sure we can find a way to fix that"

[theamericanlunatic]

“Wasn’t partially fussed about coming down here - saying that however, i find myself surprising impressed….” Damon stated, simply chatting to himself or anyone of whom may have heard him in passing - his steps currently trailing the basement floor in which held many of the cells that played home to the so called ‘slaves’ of the Manor. With a devilish smirk arousing his full lips, the raven haired male’s blue orbs soared his surroundings - memorizing and studying the environment so he could get use to it - simply familiarizing himself with the place. “Which doesn’t happened very often….. me being impressed that is…. ” Continuing to speak in a low, yet self charmed tone - the oldest Salvatore brother noticed a smallish frame mature in his sight from a distance. With his sick and sadistic ways hidden underneath the surface for the time being - Damon was always in for a game of playing the ‘fake charmer’ - his sarcastic nature, dashing good looks and one liners famous for knocking a female off their feet at first conversation. If only they knew what demon’s were buried deep inside - soon enough someone new was bound to find out, the question was who? With the individual of whom Damon had noticed from a far luring closer, the charming vampire would simply lift his right hand up and besides himself - the palm of this hand aimed outwards as his four fingers danced in a wave. Given the circumstance’s in which most of the slaves found themselves in - Damon wasn’t too sure he’d receive a pleasant reply, that’s if this person was a slave at all, he really couldn’t tell at this point. Never the less, if someone was out to purposely avoid him - he was a professional at forced greetings - after all - he was here for some entertainment. 

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Things were strangely quiet around the cells for the time being, and Lola enjoyed it. Though she hated being left in the cell for as long as she had now, and wished more than anything that a Master or Mistress would notice her and let her prove what a good slave she was, she was getting used to it again. She’d just tired herself out with a bit of exercise in the confined space when she heard the unfamiliar voice. Her first instinct was to look for where it’d come from, until she realized it was a Master’s. With that, she kept her eyes to the ground and sank to her knees as was her habit in a superior’s presence.

“May I ask what it is you’re impressed with, Sir?”

[theamericanlunatic]

Finding his focus suddenly stolen by a petite female of whom was currently residing in a cell he had been stationed near by - the raven haired male would take his attention solely to this beautiful girl. You could clearly tell Damon was a self worshiping individual that had no means to play nice - never the less, he liked to act that way sometimes - giving the impression he wasn't as bad as he really was. He loved being unpredictable, it gave him his advantage and a sense of dominance 

"What am i impressed with? what is there not to be impressed with here?" 

Damon snickered, his smirk still in act but his brow line narrowing. With the female's figure sinking to the floor and her frame forming into a kneeling position - the raven haired male gave off a brash laugh, his hand being held out towards her, in hopes she take it so he could pull her up 

"Oh darling, no need to look so shaken - as long as you're extra nice to me.... i'm sure we can do each other a lot of favors, what do you think?" The Salvatore brother asked.

[theamericanlunatic]

"Wasn't partially fussed about coming down here - saying that however, i find myself surprising impressed...." Damon stated, simply chatting to himself or anyone of whom may have heard him in passing - his steps currently trailing the basement floor in which held many of the cells that played home to the so called 'slaves' of the Manor. With a devilish smirk arousing his full lips, the raven haired male's blue orbs soared his surroundings - memorizing and studying the environment so he could get use to it - simply familiarizing himself with the place. "Which doesn't happened very often..... me being impressed that is.... " Continuing to speak in a low, yet self charmed tone - the oldest Salvatore brother noticed a smallish frame mature in his sight from a distance. With his sick and sadistic ways hidden underneath the surface for the time being - Damon was always in for a game of playing the 'fake charmer' - his sarcastic nature, dashing good looks and one liners famous for knocking a female off their feet at first conversation. If only they knew what demon's were buried deep inside - soon enough someone new was bound to find out, the question was who? With the individual of whom Damon had noticed from a far luring closer, the charming vampire would simply lift his right hand up and besides himself - the palm of this hand aimed outwards as his four fingers danced in a wave. Given the circumstance's in which most of the slaves found themselves in - Damon wasn't too sure he'd receive a pleasant reply, that's if this person was a slave at all, he really couldn't tell at this point. Never the less, if someone was out to purposely avoid him - he was a professional at forced greetings - after all - he was here for some entertainment. 

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