In a time when Damon is in dire need of help with saving basic vampire rights, he awakens the only person he knows that can help him resolve the mess he's made.
Damon x Female OC
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THE NEXT DAY, DAMON AND I EMBARKED ON AN UNEXPECTED SHOPPING TRIP. The realization had struck me that all my clothing was from the late 1800s, and in the 1980s, I would stand out like a sore thumb. Damon had graciously offered to help me update my wardrobe, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. As we strolled through the bustling streets of Mystic Falls, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the world around me. The fashions had changed drastically since my time, and the vibrant colors, bold patterns, and eclectic styles of the 1980s were a stark contrast to the conservative attire of the 1800s. Damon guided me into a trendy boutique, the racks of clothing a kaleidoscope of fabrics and designs. He gave me a playful grin as he perused the racks. "Ready to embrace the fashion of the '80s, Lana?" he asked.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the choices before me. "I'm not sure I even know where to start."
Damon chuckled, plucking a few items off the racks and holding them up for inspection. "Well, what about this?" In his hands was the most... tiny article of clothing I've ever seen. A cropped top.
"Women wear this?" I was stunned, it was a very cute top! When did women become so... free? Last I checked, we were rarely allowed pants. We spent the next few hours trying on various outfits, Damon offering fashion advice and occasionally teasing me about my conservative choices. It was a strange experience, navigating the world of 1980s fashion while holding onto the remnants of my 19th-century sensibilities.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing a pair of high-waisted jeans and an oversized, off-the-shoulder sweater, I couldn't help but feel a sense of transformation. The clothing may have been different, but I was still the same person beneath it all.
Damon, who had found a stylish leather jacket for himself, smirked at my reflection. "Not bad, blondie. You're starting to look like you belong in this century." I smiled, a sense of accomplishment filling me.
"Thank you. It's a start, I suppose." As we left the boutique, our arms laden with shopping bags, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Damon's guidance and support.
When we returned to the Salvatore mansion with our newly acquired clothing, Damon's excitement was palpable. He seemed determined to show me a different side of Mystic Falls, something that was entirely unfamiliar to me. The tall, black-haired man set the shopping bags down and turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Tonight, we're going to do something a bit different. We're going to a live band bar."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also slightly apprehensive. "A bar with a band?"
Damon chuckled. "Yes, Lana, it's a place where they have live music, people dance, and it's a whole lot of fun. But there's one condition—you have to wear something sexy. You know, show a little skin, it's good for the soul."
