charmed . kol mikaelson [1] 'rewriting

✰| dix-sept

Thoughts on the new cover?
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Marigold strutted into the horribly named Mystic Grill.

The doors swung open, making her entrance even better.

Marigold smirked at all of the eyes on her - she liked it.

She sat down at the bar and raised her hand to call for a drink.

A young blonde came up to her and asked, "What would you like?"

Marigold leaned forward, just a little bit, "What's the best drink here?" She asked, her British accent coming out.

The boys' name - who she learned is Matt based on his name tag - looked over to the other side of the bar.

Marigold followed his line of vision to see a dark haired man waving over to Matt.

"Uh - sorry I'll be right back," he told her, running over.

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"What do you want Damon?" Matt sighed, "I'm working!"

"She's British," Damon said suddenly.

...

"Yeah, I noticed."

"We don't trust British people in this town Matt!"

"Okay, damn Damon! I'll try to get information on her!"

He walked back over to the brunette beauty and once again asked her what she would like.

"Oh, just a water please," she answered, looking up at Matt.

He looked confused but got her a water.

She sipped slowly until she got a phone call, "What?" She asked into the phone, unamused.

A strangely familiar voice rang through the phone, "Marigold, you need to get out of there! That isn't a good place to be if you're related to us-"

"Relax love," Marigold told her mate, "I'll be alright and quite honestly, I don't give a shit." She clicked the end call button.

"Related to us?" Damon mumbled under his breath. He'd have to talk to Stefan about that.

"In the meantime," Damon thought, "Let's go and have a chat."

He walked over to Marigold and sat on the stool next to her, "Hello there."

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Marigold slowly looked towards the man, a slight smirk reaching her face, "Hi." 

"You know, I haven't seen you around here before, are you new?"

"Ah yes," Marigold smiled, "I'm from England originally."

"All the way in America are you? You don't look older than eighteen."

"Well I graduated last year actually," She chuckled.

"Are you planning on going to college?"

"No, my school doesn't really require college afterwards."

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"I never got your name."

Marigold laughed a fake laugh, "Marigold Lupin."

She shook Damon's hand, "Damon Salvatore."

There were a few moments of silence.

"You know, you're quite strange Miss. Lupin."

"We're all strange Mr. Salvatore."

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