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Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 12, 2010 15:12:10 GMT -8
  -_-_-_-_-[/color][/center] “Give me a whiskey.” Damon muttered to the bartender as he walked into the bar as though he owned the place and took a seat on a bar stool. He'd had countless alcoholic beverages in the past hour and none had quenched the thirst that lingered in his throat. The thirst for her. A smirk played on his lips, but it meant nothing in particular. These days, cocky was practically default as far as his moods went. Stefan. Everyone wanted Stefan. Everyone loved Stefan. He'd show them. The town was already paranoid about vampires. He'd really give them something to worry about. Lets see Saint Stefan save the day then. He finished his drink quickly and immediately ordered another. It seemed as though he spent a lot of time in this bar, enough that it certainly wouldn't be out of place or unusual to find him here. Whether it was trying to drown the memories, find an evening snack, or, like now, a quiet place to contemplate revenge, he always found an excuse to make an appearance. Every now and again he would focus on the conversations around him for a brief moment. In a town filled with vampire hunters, even with the sheriff siding with you, caution was wise. They'd just killed their own non-vampire mayor. Now, that was a mystery worth looking into. Unfortunately he was neither Freddy or Shaggy and this was not Scooby Doo. There were more pressing matters. Katherine, for one... He could still feel her. It made him want to hit something, or someone, didn't matter which. He'd already taken his anger out on several things, but that was something that didn't just go away and after spending that much time obsessing about her, it wasn't likely to wear off any time soon, either. He watched as the bartender slid another drink over to him. He nodded and downed it too, almost as quickly as the others. There was no burn. When you were a vampire you were immune to all but two kinds of pain: attack and love. He set the glass down on the bar and glanced around. Still clear. Still the same old, boring Mystic Grill. He started running his finger around the rim of his glass when he heard someone new enter the bar. -_-_-_-_-
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Post by elena on Sept 12, 2010 16:09:51 GMT -8
The new one who entered Mystic Grill was Elena. She walked straight to the bar. She didn't know that Damon was around, so he wasn't the reason, she walked straight to the bar. No. She just wanted something to eat or drink. And when she reached the bar, she saw the neck of Damon. Even though she hated him right now, she didn't just turn around to leave again. No, she actually sat down on a bar stool right beside him. "Hi," she said to him, before she asked the bartender to give her a big glass of cola. He made her a cola with ice and a straw. She drank a bit of her cola, and then she looked at Damon.
She hated Damon very much because he'd tried to kill her little brother. Ant then… deep inside she still cared about him? She just didn't know why... It shouldn't be possible to hate someone, and then at the same time care about the person, right? Well, she did, but she had no explanation on it.
Damon hated being the one, no one loved... but actually it was kind of his own fault, 'cause if he would just stop being such a big jerk, then he'd maybe someday actually would feel someone’s love, being dedicated to him. But right now it seemed like he'd be lonely for a long time yet.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 12, 2010 22:37:17 GMT -8
He wasn't exactly surprised by the voice he heard next to him at the bar. He figured she'd turn up sooner or later. No doubt she was pissed, but that was not his problem. Why should he want to make Elena happy? He didn't have any reason to. She was Stefan's girlfriend, not his. He sighed softly as he looked up at her heart shaped face..her large brown eyes..her long silky hair. She was perfection. Just like Katherine. He shook his head at the thought. He knew, or at least was trying to convince himself, that he only thought that way because she looked exactly like Katherine. He liked to be the bad guy. Fear and hatred were powerful emotions, easily warped and wielded, and he used them to his full advantage.
Their last conversation was still fresh in his mind. He hated that she'd been able to hurt him with only a few words. Would have broken his heart, if it wasn't already dead and owned by Katherine, who'd done exactly the same thing. It had been bad judgment on his part, extremely bad judgment, attacking her brother. He had hurt her and he hurt just knowing that fact. Though, if asked, he would deny it. He would take that momentary feeling of regret to his, figurative, grave with him. He knew she must probably hate him now. He didn't expect or want her to forgive him, he didn't even think he would forgive himself. He certainly wasn't about to apologize either or admit he was wrong.
In a bout of anger he had done something so stupid, so childish…but those words she had said were practically identical to Katherine's. He was not going to think about that right now. With quick ease he flipped the 'switch' inside of him and every emotion melted away. The pain dissipated. For now he would stay like this, it was for the best. Pitfall of allowing someone in. He made a mental note not to make that mistake twice. He inclined his head to the side, smirked at her, and drummed his fingers on the bar. "Having fun?" He signaled to the bartender for another drink before returning his full attention back to Elena. "I would have thought you'd be with Stefan. Where is Snow White, anyway? Off singing to the bunnies in the forest?"
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Post by elena on Sept 13, 2010 12:31:52 GMT -8
She knew that it wouldn't be any help, to start the big fight with Damon, and honesty she didn't even saw a reason to do it. So she just stayed calm, and tried to forget what he did to Jeremy. But it wasn't that easy, even though she knew that her brother was okay, and that he wouldn't turn in to a vampire.
She noticed the way she looked at her, and heard his soft sigh, but she just pretended like nothing. She knew that Damon had some feelings for her, she just didn't felt the same… so what could she do? She felt a sort of sorry for him, but there was nothing to do about it. He just had to let go.
She looked at her glass, and drank some more of her cola, from the straw. She looked around the bar, just to see if Bonnie was somewhere near. She was actually the reason she came, 'cause they'd planned to meet and grab something to eat. But Elena had arrived in good time, so Bonnie wasn't late.
"No, not really," Elena answered Damon, when he asked if she was having fun. Why should she have fun? She didn't see any reason to that. Okay, she smiled a little bit, when she heard his next words. Stefan being Snow White… well that was new. No one had ever called him Snow White, or something similar. "I've planned to hang around with Bonnie this afternoon, so that's why I'm here, without Stefan," she told him, and again she took some more of her cola. "And no, he isn't 'singing to the bunnies in the forest'," she quoted him. He was home, in his own house. In his and Damon's house.
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