Emely a vampire? And Elena still human, will that change?
Looks like Janet is finally back in the picture.
But for what?
Does she want revenge or to show something off.
Will everything finally be too much for Emely?
Will she turn off her Humanity...
You dragged us all the way to New York because you were feeling nostalgic? "I asked with an arched eyebrow.
No, I dragged you to New York because in a matter of three days, you managed to piss off everyone in Mystic Falls. A little more difficult to do in a city of millions. "He said.
I was hungry. And I know I can piss off more than 100. "I said smirking. You were reckless. "He stated.
Emotionless. There's a difference. "I said rolling my eyes.
Look, all that matters is that when I lived here, I fed like crazy and had a blast and went undetected for years. "He said.
So...we're just here to have fun? "Elena asked.
We stop walking, forcing Damon to stop and face us.
What's the catch? "I asked suspiciously.
There's no catch. Look, you wanted out, I got you out. You wanted to feed, I brought you to a city-sized, all-you-can-eat buffet. That's the beauty of New York-- there's so much life that a little death goes unnoticed. "He said.
Me and Elena nod and smile.
There's something a little off. I'll find out later.
Come on, let's go get some lunch. "He said.
Beauty Salon
Me and Elena walk out of the shop.
My hairstyle.
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Damon sees Me and Elena walking up to him on the street, sporting our new hairstyles.
Damon hangs up while staring at me.
I smile cheerfully at him and show off my new look.
Billy's Bar
We walk into a dimly lit bar.
Looks about right. "Damon said. I was promised hedonism. "Elena said sighing.
Well, it's early. Hedonism isn't a big fan of the sunlight. "Damon responded.
Or soap. "I said disgusted.
Easy, judgy. Not everybody got a hot new haircut today. "He said.
I roll my eyes but smile.
Give it a couple of hours. This place will be crawling with more punked-out nihilists than you can eat in a decade, trust me. "He said.
How do you know? "Elena asked him.
Because I spent most of the seventies here. The Factory was too clean, CBGB's was too high-profile, but Billy's-- Billy's was the underground of the underground. "He answered.
