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You stepped into 'The Grill', a spot that seemed rather unpopulated for ten o'clock at night. After a quick glance around, you realized only four people were there. The bartender, two men drinking together, and an overweight woman sitting at a booth.
Perhaps I can get him to notice me if I kill everyone here. I've heard a few people mention he hangs around here.
With a smirk you headed in the direction of the two men, flipping your (H/C) hair as you sat next to the raven-headed one.
"Hello handsome. I think you want to buy me a bourbon," you compelled as the man's icy eyes met yours.
He frowned before a grin tugged at his lips, "and who might you be? In case you haven't noticed, you can't exactly compel another vampire."
You raised your eyebrows. "You're a vampire?" You questioned, noticing just how hot the man actually was.
You began wondering if perhaps this man was Stefan.
"Yep," he replied, popping his 'p'. "This is my friend, Alaric." He gestured to the brunette sitting next to him.
"Not a vamp," Alaric added casually.
"You would introduce your friend before yourself? I don't think that's very polite. Does that make you Salvatore?" You inquired, desperate to know who you were talking to.
"Why yes, it does," the man answered, surprised.
"I've been waiting a hundred years to meet you! Ever since I turned, I've wanted to be just like you, The Ripper, Stefan-" The man put a finger to your lips, silencing you.
"Wrong brother. I'm Damon Salvatore, the mean one. Stefan's with...other crowds, currently. He'll be back in another hundred years or so," Damon snapped, his attitude changing.
You tilted your head before using your speed to rush over to the woman sitting in a booth. "Be afraid of me. Be very, very afraid of me," you compelled as the woman began screeching. You bit into her neck, sucking until there was nothing left.
Once you had been somewhat satisfied you glanced down at your work. She had several scratch marks and her clothing was nearly all scattered across the room.
"Bring me your brother," you commanded, "or I will rip your town apart." With that, you sped to the door, only to be stopped by Damon.
"Nasty habit you've got there," he commented. "You're going to get killed one day because of it."
You shook your head in response. "What does it matter? I'm dead anyway. And I've got nothing else to do."
Damon shrugged before wrapping his arms around your waist. "How about you stay with me until he comes back? I'm sure we can find some kind of distraction for your...ripping."
