❝ why you always doing that? breaking up with me then making up. just to make me mad ❞
IN WHICH , arayia barlowe returns
mystic falls with damon salvatore,
where the two of them wreck havoc
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DAMON AND ELLE WERE BOTH COMPLETELY NON SOBER, ROCK MUSIC BLASTING THROUGH THE SPEAKERS OF THE LIVING ROOM OF THE BOARDING HOUSE, THERE WAS A FEW RANDOM COLLEGE STUDENTS ALONG WITH THEM, THEY ALL HAD AT LEAST 3 BITE MARKS ON THEIR BODY. Arayia was straddled on top of a man, whilst Damon danced with a girl. Arayia had blood dripping down her chin as she pulled away from the young man's neck. She lightly grabbed his face, beginning to kiss him as Damon and the girl spoke.
Suddenly, the lights turned on. Both of the vampire groaned, squinting their eyes as they got used to the brightness. They had been in the dark for two days, partying. They'd consumed nothing but alcohol, weed, and blood for the past two days.
"No!" Damon groaned. "Buzzkill Bob."
Stefan walked towards the radio, turning off the music. "Can we talk?" he asked the two vampires, earning nods in response. "Without your human blood bags."
Arayia giggled. "Whatever you have to say to us, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets. You know, they know all about our vampire shit and they don't care."
Stefan sighed. "I'm worried about you two."
Arayia pushed up to her feet, grabbing the bottle of tequila on the table. She took a big sip, squinting at the strong taste. "There's no need to be worried, Stef. We're just having a little bit of fun. Ooh! You know, you should join us!"
"It's fun doing whatever the hell we want." Damon added, drinking from the bottle in his hands.
"That's kind of what I'm afraid of." Stefan announced.
"Relax." Damon shook his head with a sigh. "I haven't killed anyone in too long."
Stefan nodded at the 3 girls and 3 boys. "So what about them?"
Arayia shrugged his words off. "They're gonna end up in their dorms with a hangover. Or a headache or something. They'll think they blacked out."
"It's predictable you didn't come over for a pep talk. So drink up and spill it, brother." Damon said, pushing the bottle from his hands into Stefan's.
Stefan set the bottle aside onto the table next to him. "There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Caroline at Duke."
"You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?" Damon asked.
"Oh, I would gladly listen to that." Arayia hummed, looking over at Damon with raised eyebrows.
"You killed her." Stefan said firmly.
Arayia laughed. "He kills a lot of people, Stefan. You're gonna have to be a little more specific."
