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"Onlч ɯhen somethıng bαd ıs αbout to hαppen ıs ɯhen I crαve ıt, gıvıng me comfort before the storm."
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I stand next to Damon, sipping a cup of hot chocolate with an expresso shot in it, and If I'm not tripping, I think this idiot slipped some alcohol in here too. I watch Damon watch Rebekah like a hawk as she talks to Mayor Lockwood. Damon woke me up at the fucking crack of dawn to come to the hospital to check on Alaric. Apparently, the Gilbert ring is making him go crazy, and Damon suggested that I hold on to the ring to see if I can fix it because I want to walk around with a murderous ring in my coat pocket.
"Rebekah's up to something. She's been snooping around in places she shouldn't be." He says, making me roll my eyes. "You two are house buddies, so you know what's she up to."
"Yep." I pop the p as he looks at me expectantly. "She's bored and wants to see how her hometown has changed."
He scoffs. "I feel like you're being a double agent." He states.
"I wouldn't have to be if everybody stopped being territorial over a piece of shit ass town." I state bluntly as Alaric, who has been sulking silently next to us, gives a surprised look as Damons.
Oops. Did I say that out loud?
"Okay, no more spiked hot chocolate for you." Damon says, grabbing my cup and replacing it with a donut. I knew that fucker spiked it!
"Tell me again, why are we here?" Alaric asks.
"Ric, the world can't stop just because you're an accidental psycho killer." Damon snarks, causing me to hit him upside the head with my free hand.
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