“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Is there going to be enough room in here for you and your ego?” Summer waved her hands. “No, no, that’s not the first thing. The first thing is all about when and where you were born. What shaped Damon?”
Damon laughed a bit before nodding. “Let’s see. I was born June 28, 1840. And I’ve been twenty four since 1864,” he said, turning to look at her. “I was born in Mystic Falls, Virginia.” He looked away and sighed. “I used to be a gentleman. But a hundred and fifty years of waiting to bring someone back from the dead and that process not going too well takes a lot out of you.”
“Someone you loved,” she said softly. “Someone … like you? Can you say what happened?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“I was reading at a bar!” She had to laugh, because it was so absurd. “And now you know what is different, and you’re still hanging around.” Pausing, she lifted her eyebrows at him. “What I want is for you to keep hanging around, and for you to tell me about yourself. Everything.”
Not the whole truth, but enough to make him happy.
Damon watched her for a moment before sitting down. “Alright. Where to start? Take your pick. What do you want to know first about the fantastic and mysteriously handsome Damon Salvatore?”
“Is there going to be enough room in here for you and your ego?” Summer waved her hands. “No, no, that’s not the first thing. The first thing is all about when and where you were born. What shaped Damon?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“What did you see, before you bought me that drink? Why did you do that?” It always matters. What makes people notice.
It also matters, what makes people leave.
Damon crossed his arms and sighed. “I saw firey red hair. More importantly, I liked your vibe. You seemed fun. And different. And I wanted to figure out what was different.”
“I was reading at a bar!” She had to laugh, because it was so absurd. “And now you know what is different, and you’re still hanging around.” Pausing, she lifted her eyebrows at him. “What I want is for you to keep hanging around, and for you to tell me about yourself. Everything.”
Not the whole truth, but enough to make him happy.
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
God, his eyes were terrifying; dark and blue and practically depthless. She wondered what she might see if she touched him.
She wondered how fast he would get tired of her. One hand closed around the vial, the chain sliding through her fingers. “I have to ask you something first.”
“And what might that be?” he asked, eyes searching hers intently. She was holding the vervain — he had no power over right now.
“What did you see, before you bought me that drink? Why did you do that?” It always matters. What makes people notice.
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“There is a difference between what I want and what I can have, and so I am not going to say. I’m not in the mood to be played with tonight.”
Damon nodded a bit and pulled a chain out of his pocket. At the end was a vial. “Vervain,” he said, walking over and handing it to her. “Put it on. I won’t play,” he said, looking her in the eye.
God, his eyes were terrifying; dark and blue and practically depthless. She wondered what she might see if she touched him.
She wondered how fast he would get tired of her. One hand closed around the vial, the chain sliding through her fingers. “I have to ask you something first.”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Goddamnit. Do you have to be so annoying?” Next he would tell her he could read her mind.
Damon flashed her a grin. “What do you really want from me?”
“There is a difference between what I want and what I can have, and so I am not going to say. I’m not in the mood to be played with tonight.”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that!”
Damon barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Summer, I have supernatural hearing. If you don’t want me to hear it, don’t say it out loud.”
“Goddamnit. Do you have to be so annoying?” Next he would tell her he could read her mind.
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
She watched him out the door before murmuring, “After all, you were never going to be interested in me.”
Damon paused and turned to look at her, examining her for a few moments. “I am interested in you.”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
She studied him for a long time. “Nothing. There’s nothing at all you can do for me.”
Damon nodded slowly before smiling. “We’re done here, then.” He stood and winked before walking for the door.
She watched him out the door before murmuring, “After all, you were never going to be interested in me.”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Something that might have started as a smile twisted her mouth. “No, you wouldn’t stop me. And you would be into it.”
Damon eyed her before tilting his head up a bit and narrowing his eyes. “What do you want from me?”
She studied him for a long time. “Nothing. There’s nothing at all you can do for me.”
