Interesting things happen in the dark...sometimes

Buffy was twirling her stake in her hand, not sure what to do really. Now that there were all different kinds of vamps in the area, a simple stake didn’t just make them go “whoosh” anymore. There were messy vamps, vamps with weird allergies to herbs, sparkly vamps. Really, it was getting pretty annoying just keeping track of all the kinds.

Still, she was the Slayer, and so she would slay. And skip on her friends since hey, she was pretty good at being avoidy-girl. Also denial-girl, but she was in denial about that at the moment.

“Hello?” She frowned and looked around. One thing about the new vamps? They were harder to fight, too. And hot. Not that she was looking or even counting how long it had been since she’d had sex the last time (1 year, 2 months, 6 days, actually...) “Seriously, if you want to fight me, I’m right here. I even wore my fighting boots, which are fashionable, yet kickass, so show yourself.” Buffy rolled her eyes. Great. Just what she needed -- trying to play hide and seek with some weirdo vamp.

If there were attributes that Damon Salvatore might be known for, close to the top of the list would have to be his uncanny ability to find trouble and his complete inability to avoid it. In fact, there had always been something about Damon that demanded he go towards the trouble instead of leaving it where it wouldn't potentially end his life, mortal or immortal. So when he got wind of a new kind of vampire hunter, one with the physical chops to actually give a vampire a good fight, he just had to go find out, just had to go poke the beehive.

So that was what found him silently stalking the petite blonde in the boots for a few blocks before he finally realized he'd have to make the first move. Damon perched himself on top of a fence post, making just enough noise to be heard. When the girl stopped and turned, he leaned into the light and smiled. "Hey," he asked, "could you snap a picture? I wanted to try this owling thing. Unless that's over. Seriously, I can't keep up."

Damon gracefully dismounted and switched to leaning lazily against the fence. "I thought you'd be taller."

“And I thought you’d be... well, taller, too.” She shrugged. Buffy wasn’t picky. A vamp was a vamp, right? Right, Buffy. Which is why you’ve slept with two of them before. She pulled her stake up and waited for him to attack so she’d know which sort of vampire she was up against. Other than a hot one. But whatevs, vamp equals dead.

She frowned at him. “Let me guess. You were following me, thinking you could get to fight the infamous Slayer and then brag to all your little minions?” Prodding him, poking him. That was a strategy she’d learned from Faith -- one that wasn’t always a good one, either, but the world was sorta topsy-turvy at the moment. Buffy stepped closer to him, ready to attack, defend, whatever but he seemed so sure of himself.

“So, are you going to just stand there or what?” She tilted her head to the side, not realizing that truly, she had the upper hand and should have attacked him right away but hadn’t.

He snorted. "Minions? Do some of the vampires you've been up against before actually have minions?" Damon ran a hand through his hair, fighting a laugh. "Do they make them dress all the same, too?" Pushing against the fence, Damon stood free but with a casual, almost lazy posture that had always driven people like his brother insane. It made people think he didn't take anything seriously, which a lot of the times was true. It was getting more the case with the girl standing in front of him, considering how she wasn't trying to drive the stake she was holding into his chest.

"Standing here for a while works for me," Damon answered. "From what I gather, most people enjoy the view," he told her, quirking up an eyebrow as punctuation.

Taking one long stride forward, Damon tucked his hands into his pockets and narrowed his eyes, looking the girl up and down, sizing her up and making no small point of a little ogling, besides. "Or were you expecting some fighting? A little throwdown, a little 'rasslin'? I'm not really a big fan of that kind of stuff, unless we're talking about a totally different kind of 'rasslin'."

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Follows the AU storyline begun in THIS THREAD

Damon had gone through plenty of painful experiences. Even before becoming a vampire, he'd been wounded in battle. After that, the change had not been pleasant, and he'd discovered firsthand the effects of things like sunlight and vervain had on creatures like himself. And just a little earlier that day, he'd taken a wooden crossbow bolt in the back, and that had stung like hell. But there had never been any torture like moving through his insane little existence in Mystic Falls as if what had happened between him and Elena hadn't.

He was actually hoping that the road trip to Duke would have gotten him some traction, even with Ric along for the ride, but it seemed like Elena was determined to take every opportunity to rub Damon's face in ridiculous PDA after PDA with Stefan and then give him a super cold shoulder the entire trip. But a cold shoulder was paradise compared to the twist of the knife. She'd let him believe that there was a chance for her to be his friend-- a euphemism, Damon had assumed-- and then stabbed him in the back once he'd given her the information on Katherine she'd wanted.

The crossbow shot had hurt a hell of a lot less. "I thought friends don't manipulate friends?" He replied to Elena. "You and Katherine have a lot more in common than just your looks."

Oh, they'd gotten mad. Really quite vocally and physically and, in a twisted way, satisfyingly mad at him. In fact, it had taken Damon most of a day and a couple of pints of blood bank-fresh B+ to straighten out, un-break and un-twist everything that Stefan had done to him in order to prove just how mad Damon had made him. Elena, for her part, had gone right for her favorite sweet spots, giving him both barrels of disappointment and disapproval with a second load of condescension and patronization. And Damon wanted a great big medal for the fact that he'd pretty much taken every hit, every nasty word and every judgment without a peep in argument.

Eventually, they just got tired. Stefan got tired of hitting him. Elena got tired of belittling him. Meredith and Mat and everyone with half an opinion weighed in and wagged their finger at mean old Damon. And then Stefan managed to work up the stones to kick him out of the boardinghouse. Considering the kind of money he could flash, Damon was in a big, swanky apartment an hour later.

There was a big upside to getting tossed out onto the street to fend for himself. Such a big upside that Damon wondered how the hell his brother could have missed it. With no prying or judgmental eyes watching his every move, there was now nothing stopping him from inviting over the girl who'd become the most interesting person in Fell's Church after him. Checking the apartment and making sure that everything was in place-- after all, he'd promised Bonnie a special time now that they were all official and public-- Damon set the scene perfectly.

Stretching out on the couch with a glass of scotch, he waited for the doorbell to ring.

Totally unrelated to any other RP plots involving these pups. Purely motivated by plot bunnies and general twisted enjoyment.

Damon's head was pounding. That was many kinds of bad since first, he was a vampire and so not especially susceptible to most things that caused headaches; second, it was the kind of pain that only came after having been rendered unwillingly unconscious and third, he'd felt this exact kind of headache before. It had been Founders' Day, when that damned gadget from the 1860s had pretty much flattened him like a dozen tasers.

When Damon managed to get his eyes open, he had been ready to find himself chained up in his own basement or the ruins of the old Lockwood estate or even in the crypt. The plush interior of what had to be a four-star hotel room was the last thing he expected. Although, he noted as he took stock of himself, the hotel probably hadn't provided the steel manacles and high-strength cables that were tying him onto the bed. That was courtesy of whoever had captured him-- straight from the most recent Mystic Falls community to-do, judging by the fact that he was still dressed in his favorite Marc Jacobs suit.

A noise from beside him made his head spin, and all at once his senses cleared enough to recognize that he wasn't alone in the massive bed. Similarly chained and similarly just rising out of unconsciousness was Elena. Suddenly forgetting about the who, where and why, Damon nudged the young woman.

"Elena? Elena, are you all right?"

01.) Full name? - Damon Salvatore
02.) Best friend? - Nobody, really. He's way too independent to want one, and nobody could stand him for long. Although considering Stefan is still around, he'd be the closest thing.
03.) Sexuality? - Heterosexual. He's enough of a hedonist to have tried men at some point in history, but he seems to really only gravitate towards women.
04.) Favorite color? - Black.
05.) Relationship status? - Single, and preferring it that way.
06.) Ideal mate? - If there was someone who could put up with his being generally selfish, amoral and pleasure-seeking, then they'd be it, especially if they could see he does have a few small good qualities, too.
07.) Turn-ons? - Manipulating people and pushing their buttons.
08.) Last sexual experience? - Having sex with a woman he fed on afterward.
09.) Favorite food? - Not that he needs it, he doesn't mind eating when necessary. If he does, then he still gravitates toward "real" Italian.
10.) Crushes? - Besides himself? He's had fixations on Katherine and Elena and those have both been arguably based only on lust and manipulation. But he does seem to actually have some kind of fondness for Bonnie McCullough.
11.) Favorite music? - Opera. Verdi, in particular.
12.) Biggest fear? - That someday Stefan will decide he's gone too far and somehow find a way to kill him.
13.) Biggest fantasy? - That someday Stefan will decide he's been right all along.
14.) Quirks in bed? - Biting. *L*
15.) Bad habits? - Biting. *L* Being smart-assed and disrespectful, not that Damon thinks that's bad.
16.) Biggest regret? - None that he'd admit to, but probably originally killing Stefan, allowing his brother to become a vampire.
17.) Best kept secrets? - That he cares about anyone but himself.
18.) Last thought? - "Ugh. I need to find a woman to feed on who doesn't like artificial sweeteners. Bleh."
19.) Worst sexual experience? - Probably his first. Even though he enjoyed himself, he was determined to get better.
20.) Biggest insecurity? - That he might really be the monster he pretends to be and people think he could be.

Let me know if this sounds okay, druidwitch?