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IT'S ALMOST COMICAL, THE SCENE PLAYING OUT RIGHT NOW. A teenage girl and a vampire pacing back and forth nervously, with a dead body lying between them.
It would be more humorous if not for the very reason the duo is so nervous– and the fact that their nervousness has absolutely nothing to do with the dead body of Vicki Donovan lying on the ground in between them.
Athena stops briefly in her pacing, making Damon do the same. They both share an incredulous look, and Athena wipes a hand down her face.
"Okay, look," Damon stops, and tears his wringing hands apart. "Maybe you just had a moment, after all, it's not every day you see a dead body."
"It is when I'm your friend," She grumbles, rubbing her forehead frustratedly. "Damon, there's literally no human explanation as to why I just saw an etch-a-sketch of you breaking Vicki's neck! It was gross– her bones were sticking out!"
He throws his hands out exasperatedly. "I never said I was a courteous murderer!"
"You're such a dick, Damon!" She yells, her voice echoing off the tall ceilings, making Damon roll his eyes. "I'm having a crisis! I'm not– I am not a witch, okay?"
"How do you know that?" He raises his voice to match hers, and she shifts her legs to cock a hip out. "We don't know what constitutes a witch. Maybe you're a freaky golden death witch."
"Oh, good," She nods, tone disarmingly pleasant. "That means I could do something like this."
Before Damon can blink, Athena has tackled him to the ground with her hands wrapped around his throat. Damon choked as she squeezed his airways, and Athena looked down at him with a murderous glare.
"You are such,"She grunts and tightens her grip, slamming his head down onto the hardwood floor. "A dick."
He groans at the throbbing in his head but regains his senses enough to throw her off of him. She lands on the ground, five feet away, clutching her ribs with a groan. "Dickhead!"
"You're a psycho!" He exclaims, pushing himself up off the ground.
"Says the one with a dead body in their living room!" She gestures to Vicki as she stands, still holding her ribs in pain. She glowers at him, but Damon doesn't falter. "I think you broke my ribs, you asshole. Give me some of your blood,"
"No, you're being rude," He crosses his arms and looks away from her, the actions childish for a centurion.
Athena mentally damns his existence, wincing at the ache in her side. "I'm going to walk through this entire house and open all of the curtains so you can't go anywhere but your creepy torture-sex basement."
