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" you already love her " +
Damon enters the bar, strutting along carelessly up to the counter where Gloria leans lazily, shaking her head at the sight of the first born Salvatore.
"Well, look what the wind blew in. Last I heard, you hated this place." The African American lady states.
"Gloria. Damn! If I knew you were going to age like this, I would have stuck around." Flirts Damon, his signature smirk making its appearance on his lips.
"I always did like you better. But I see your brother and sister are still running in the wrong crowd." Retorts the old witch.
"You've seen them? How is she? Is she hurt?"
"Oh, your twin? She's mighty fine. Especially with Klaus wrapped around her little finger." Gloria responds.
"You know where they went?" Asks Damon.
"They'll be back here later tonight. They're out running a little errand for me." Smirks the witch.
"Gloria..." the blue eyed main trails off as the bartender pushes a glass of alcohol his way, his hand finding hers, "Don't be a tease. What kind of errand?"
She removed her hand, "I don't think so. You may be cute, but you're still a vampire."
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Elena had been cooped up in the Salvatores' old apartment for an hour, reading through Stefan's old journals that documented his old ripper life. She had been flipping through different diaries until she found a particularly interesting one, its cover an embroidered butterfly that had been distressed over the years its been hidden. The brunette flips open the first page, reading the entry: June 1920 I had met my brother's new girl friend today. She is very nice, almost too nice. Something about her doesn't seem right.
Elena frowns, flipping to the next page, curiosity of Dakota's dark secrets enveloping her common sense: June 1920: Something very odd happened to me today. I had smelled something I have never smelt before. It was so entrancing, almost like I didn't want it to disappear. But, it made me nervous. I had read about these certain scents before. A mate would be ridiculous. I'm a vampire, we don't have mates.. right?
The human felt a nauseating pit in her stomach, wondering who could possibly be mates to Dakota. Being apart of a supernatural group, you learn a thing or two about different groups of beings. Werewolves being one of them. Had Dakota been mated to a werewolf? with curious eyes and a hopeful heart, she carefully flips the page. July 1920: It's been almost a month since I've written in this journal. My brain has been foggy ever since then. I don't recall most of my time here in Chicago. Maybe too many blackouts? I have no idea.
