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"Vampires, really?" Lydia sighed.
"Yes, Lydia, vampires. Blood sucking nocturnal little ba-" Stiles started, but stopped when he noticed Lydias eyes focused on something, no someone, else.
"I'd hold my tongue if I were you. We wouldn't want one of them to take offense to that, right?" The smirk was recognizable around Mystic Falls, but Beacon Hills had never had the pleasure of having the two most infamous vampires to ever "live"..
"Damon Salvatore," Lydia said, surprising herself and Stiles.
"Right, indeed."