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"So, I'll be writing 'occult human-trafficking' and 'human sacrificing' on the police report?"
Morgan lived a normal life besides the fact that she'd never known her parents. She had a shoebox apartment not far from the café in Brooklyn where she...
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Morgan Monteith ✵
Immediately starting Morgan's vampire one o' one lessons, had been Stefan's great plan to get her to trust them. What he hadn't foreseen was that Morgan was nowhere near the point of just giving up and giving in to the vampire brothers yet. Surely he thought he'd gained her trust once he'd given her back her re-charged hearing aids. After all, Stefan was used to the fact that everyone, both good and evil, had a code of honour of some kind, and that all agreed that a promise was a promise and a deal was not to be broken.
Morgan however, was a woman of the twenty first century, and to her, a deal or a promise held no real meaning until the person making those deals had actually earned the trust from the other person. And lord knows she didn't trust any one of the boardinghouse's household members.
Morgan had tried to skip town a couple of times, the werewolf full moon drama and Damon's friend Rose dying from werewolf venom, having been the perfect distractions. But the brothers had ultimately caught up with her and brought her back home with them. She'd also tried stabbing Damon with a wooden spoon one time, but since she lacked power enough to stab through his ribs she settled for nailing his hand down to the table with it.
"Which part of 'there's some old and incredibly strong vampires out there who wants you dead and we're just trying to help' don't you understand?" Damon questioned as he removed the last splinter from his hand. "How do I know that you're not just as bad? You killed an innocent man, you kidnapped me, you hold me prisoner in this house, tell me approximately five percent of what is actually happening and you have given me zero reasons to actually trust you yet."
Damon looked at her with disinterest. "And you won't get any so stop waiting."
"You're infuriating!" Morgan groaned annoyed as she began walking to the living room. "I'll make sure to add that to my long list of other questionable qualities." He commented as he followed her.
"Ugh! Bite me." She hissed as she exhaustedly grabbed a glass of bourbon in the bar. "Was that an offer?" She stiffened as she felt the heat of his body right behind her and his breath fan on her neck.
"Don't touch me." She warned him as she quickly turned around. "C'mon just a little taste?" Damon coo'ed as he quickly trapped her between him and the bar with his arms as she tried to run. She was but a funny toy to him who looked like his one and only true love, except for the fact that she was human of course. A helpless, weak and deliciously smelling human who wasn't in a relationship with his annoying and overprotective little brother.
"I will bite you back." Morgan threatened seriously. "Mhm so feisty." Damon sniffed the air close to her neck letting his fangs grow out and the black veins under his eyes show as he knew that scared her.
