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Damon was in the passenger seat of Jericho's car as they drove back to the boarding house, with a barely breathing Vicki Donovan in the backseat.
She didn't know how she was sucked into this scenario, but she had a pretty solid day so of course she is pushing her draining luck.
When asking why he sought her out, he stayed in the vague area, causing an invisible tick mark to appear on the teen's forehead.
They arrived at their destination and Jericho was going to drive off when Damon grabbed her arm. "Do you mind staying with me?" showing her what appeared to be puppy dog eyes.
"Oh you're pathetic, you know that." she spat, getting out of the car, watching him throw Vicki over his shoulder as they went into the manor.
S A L V A T O R E M A N S I O N
If you had of told the seventeen-year old that she was drinking with a raging drug user, who made micro-aggressive comments about her race constantly growing up and a lunatic vampire with blue eyes— Jericho would have cursed you clean out.
She was on her phone drunk texting Tyler, when Damon snatched her device and teased her. "Why does this Tyler guy get all this attention? I'm right here."
"Gross, give me back my phone Fiery Hot, Steve Austin," going to get her mobile device back.
"Jericho you're with Tyler now?" Vicki asked approaching the girl.
"No, I'm just having fun." she replied, taking her phone back. "Why do you look like that?"
Vicki shrugged as she drank from Damon's wrist earning a gag noise from the brown-skinned girl. "Nothing, it's just ironic how after I dump him, he downgrades."
Jericho rolled her eyes as she texted him back. They weren't really talking about anything besides them wanting to makeout again. She could hear Vicki talking shit about her, choosing to ignore it.
"He's only hooking up with you because black girls are the new thing nowadays." after Vicki made that comment, Jericho used her magic to snap her neck and the eldest Donovan fell to the floor.
Damon peered over the couch as Jericho texted, taking a break to sip the glass of whiskey. "Wow, and I thought I would be the one to kill her."
"She was an insect, I had a fly swatter." Jericho replied, earning a chuckle from the vampire.
"You and me are more alike than you think, Coco." he spoke walking over to her.
Jericho groaned and met his gaze. "You're gonna keep calling me that, huh?"
"Of course. It's your name, isn't it?" he responded in a sarcastic tone, knowing her name was Jericho. "I enjoy seeing your eyebrow twitch in anger, when I call you that."
