DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 448
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 15, 2024 17:30:51 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jun 29, 2023 19:52:15 GMT
”A double shot of Longbranch. Just a little ice.” Damon smiled, but after a second hissed out a sigh. ”Thanks.” The gratitude was crooned sweetly – saccharinely so. With a place like this you wouldn’t expect the niceties, but it was like he’d felt the pressure to spit them out. If Claire hadn’t been working a late shift he probably wouldn’t have set foot in the club. He’d been at a loose end though – and that was dangerous, wasn’t it?
A decade ago, maybe less, he’d have been out there on the dance floor. The life of a party, perhaps unbothered enough by the need for manners to pour himself a drink out there amongst the mass of bodies. There were probably plenty of willing volunteers who’d have offered up a wrist or their throats, too drunk to consider what they were doing. He wouldn’t have been above taking them up on their offers either.
Damon twisted on his stool as the bartender earned the tip he would pay on top of the price of the drink – he wasn’t that kind of an asshole. The club had lurked on the square for almost as long as he’d been back in town. He’d driven past it, walked past it to the Grill, glancing at its neon peppered exterior without feeling the siren’s call like the queue outside had. Cliched as it was, he was getting too old for that shit. It’d only taken two hundred years to get him to grow up – and a couple of years to realise Peter Pan had a good thing going.
”Thanks.” The gratitude slid out faster this time, but it was still spoken with that same sharp smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure how long he’d tolerate the place, but while he did he didn’t wanna be cut off by the bartender. Picking up his glass, Damon toasted the guy with it and slipped off his stool to head for the dance floor. While in Rome…
Eyes half closed he gave into the rhythm. Moving in a slow circuit around the floor, he didn’t let anybody get their claws in for too long. The glass that rapidly emptied was held up above his head, his body moving sinuously to the heavy beat. It didn’t take more than a single song to find his old rhythm. He stayed caught in it for close to an hour, passing waiters caught with a snatch to a shoulder or bicep. Another called over the music, the glass shaken, a twenty tucked into a shirt pocket or a palm. The bottle must’ve been at half mast at the very least, by the time he saw the giant making his way through the crowd towards a good at the back. He was two hundred years old, guys like that didn’t surprise him anymore. They were big, usually abrasive, but their size was also their downfall. They dropped hard when you had to take a swing at them, like felled trees that made you wanna call out ’timber!’.
He wasn’t heading to the bathrooms – those he’d marked out by the stagger of drunk women, heading to powder their noses. The door on the back wall was almost invisible in the darkness and would’ve been unremarkable if it wasn’t for the second bruiser standing next to it. Put him in armour and he’d have been a medieval knight in some dusty castle, barely moving except for the glint of his gaze shifting. There wasn’t any point in trying to read the guy’s lips, or straining to hear him over the music. Something was going on back there and that was the sort of party he really had missed – trouble he could stick his nose into.
Someone else approached it two songs later. – a redhead in a suit so solidly black that her skin looked like marble against it. He’d have said beautiful, but it was the sort of dangerous beauty that would snap like a Venus Flytrap on unsuspecting idiots who thought they could get their hands on it. He wasn’t an idiot, but Damon started to slip through the crowd as she too went down those stairs.
By the time he got there the door was closed again, no sign left of the bruiser or the redhead. ”Evenin’,” he crooned, dipping his chin in a nod as he approached. The door didn’t automatically swing open for him the way it had done for either of them. ”Or is it meant to be knock knock?” At the lack of response, Damon pouted. ”Open wide? You wanna give me some sort of a hint here pal?” Apparently not. That didn’t mean he was gonna walk away without seeing though. Not bothering to wait any longer for the Tin Man here to string words together in his head.
Damon smiled sweetly at him as he reached past and turned the handle. The reaction was instant, but what did you know, the Tin Man was as slow as he looked. Sliding halfway through it, tried to slither away from those ham sized hands. He was almost through when the footsteps penetrated, the sharp tap of heels approaching. Hmm. Turning to look down the stairs, Damon turned up the charm, aiming that smile at a blonde who was approaching. ”Please tell me you’re the welcmin’ committee. This guy’s about as warm as a Polar Bear’s ass.” Frosty had never stopped him, but he certainly worked better with a little honey like sweetness reflecting back in his direction.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 150
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Apr 8, 2024 21:09:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Jul 23, 2023 15:56:51 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━ HANNYA LANGUIDLY ROSE TO HER FEET AS THOUGH SHE WAS floating. One manicured finger slid across her bottom lip, her mouth sliding into a smirk once it was gone. She reached out, slipping her fingers into Hector’s hair, purring gentle niceties.
A few moments later, Hannya was strutting out of his office with her shoulders back and head held high, though that wasn’t much different to how she always was. Everything was perfect. The men in Mystic Falls, no matter their age, were easy to manipulate. Hannya did her best work when she was moulding them in whatever fashion she desired. Joel, Manny, Hector, even Remzi━all her little toys. And oh, did she ever love playing.
Now that she’d broken the seal with Joel, her plan was spiralling into motion at a rapid pace, and Hannya couldn’t wait to see what kind of pieces his life ended up in. If they weren’t small enough, she’d stomp her heels and make them crack a little more. It was the best way to have her fun.
Moving down the hallway and towards the door, she heard the commotion echoing from it, and watched a man slip through at the last second, seemingly trying to avoid the beefcake posted there.
She grinned back at him, quickly assessing the dark-haired man. Hannya got close, one palm flattening on his chest and sliding across, leaving her staring up at him. A vampire. One that thought he was the best-looking thing in this place. Clearly, he was wrong.
“Hmm, me? Yeah, sugar, I can be your warm welcome.” Hannya laughed sweetly, reaching out with her other hand towards the door and pressing it closed. “I got this,” She told the doorman, who huffed and resumed his post while she pulled the vampire all the way into the hall. “You make friends wherever ya go, huh?” Hannya teased, her hand sliding from his chest and down his arm, squeezing his forearm lightly.
“Well, I can’t just let ya in, baby. It’s a Members-Only club for old folks… like us.” Hannya tipped her head somewhat and flashed her teeth in a smirk. “Gotta do an interview first. Make sure you’re the right material.” Normally, members were those who’d been to other locations before, and came to Mystic Falls to continue their business, but why shouldn’t they be exclusive? It only made sense. Plus, she could only imagine the headache Hector would cause if he found out she’d been letting vampires in willy-nilly.
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 448
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 15, 2024 17:30:51 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jul 30, 2023 19:17:09 GMT
If Giuseppe had succeeded with all the lessons he’d tried to drum into his eldest son, then he’d have been better with hearing the word no. Instead of merely accepting the word for what it was, it always caught his eye, like a bird of prey spotting a juicy mouse. The right swoop on what he was being denied would mean that he had himself a feast of one sort or another.
Damon’s smirk should have warned the guard that he was about to swoop, but he had obviously been oblivious to the fact that anybody would have a problem with being denied access to whatever it was they had lurking back here. No was supposed to be no and all the drunk assholes clustered on the floor behind him probably just accepted the word for the brush off it was. Unfortunately for the big guy he could’ve drunk the bar practically dry and still been sober and inquisitive enough to hear yes out of those thing lips instead.
Curiosity would likely one day kill this cat – Damon figured he was likely running row on those nine lives by now – but today wasn’t going to be the day it happened. At the very worst, the guard would catch up with him and he’d be tossed out, his interest in the place just heightened instead of squashed flat. At best, well … there she was.
The blonde hadn’t been what he’d expected, although given the calibre of the revellers up in the bar, maybe he should’ve adjusted his expectations. She looked poured into that outfit, the hair and smile the sort of lure most upstairs would’ve been drawn to in an instant. One of those slender hands, the painted nails glittering, slid across his chest as she stopped in front of him, drawing Damon’s attention down. He hummed, knowing the sound would vibrate through him so that she could feel it. ”Definitely warmer than your pal up there was already,” Damon crooned. Glancing over his shoulder as the door was being shut, he aimed a little finger wave at the guy.
Letting her feel as though she were in charge of the situation, Damon allowed the blonde to toe him fully into the hallway. His gaze was already flickering from her to the space beyond, his smile coming back full power as she teased him. ”Oh, everywhere. They can’t resist the charm. People end up eating right outta my hand. You wanna be my friend, darlin’?” She was definitely getting friendly in a way he would’ve once taken total advantage of. Times had changed though and he was supposed to be playing a good boy now.
His lips pursed as that friendliness slipped just a little and the same warnings started to slip out of her in more flowered terms. Damon blew air through them, rolling his eyes. ”That last guy slipped right in here. You’re telling me he’s a member and I’m not?” Please. Damon brought his other hand up, settled it on his chest as though the idea offended him. ”You could just let it slide this time, put my name on the list or whatever it takes. Call me a guest.” It wasn’t like there was likely to be a second visit. This was a nose around, seeing just what he’d obviously been missing out on here.
It didn’t look like that was gonna fly. Damon chuckled lightly, covering the hand she’d had on his arm and squeezing lightly. He might as well have been bleeding the scent of arrogance like expensive cologne. Dipping his head, he smirked at her from just inches away. ”What kinda material does it take? Old? Devilishly handsome? Charming? Rich? Pretty sure I’ve got all of those covered. We don’t need to interview to establish that now, do we?” Damon’s fingers tapped lightly against her hand, trailing slightly higher up her wrist. ”Damon Salvatore, it’s a pleasure to meet you…” He let the sentiment hang for her to fill. Two hundred years ago the name Salvatore would’ve been enough to turn up the heat on any sort of a welcome. His family had helped found this town, their roots here went deeper than almost anybody’s except for the Mikaelsons, and if this was the sort of place Niklaus Mikaelson frequented then his member was definitely gonna be on the non-existent side of things.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 150
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Apr 8, 2024 21:09:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Aug 28, 2023 18:23:51 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━ “I THOUGHT WE WERE ALREADY FRIENDS,” HANNYA PURRED, fluttering her lashes innocently at him. Usually, men were already salivating over her, but this one was a little more suave. A vampire, of course, with a little bit of age behind him━he wouldn’t have survived so long by being completely impulsive and reckless… only a little bit (as demonstrated by this encounter). He might’ve had someone at home waiting for him, too, which only made this game more fun. “Just gotta remember that the eatin’ goes the other way ‘round.” She grinned. She meant it literally and figuratively, but Hannya was willing to bet which way he’d take it.
“S’xactly,” She nodded, still smiling sweetly up at him. “Ain’t no guests, sugar, sorry.” There were, but only when you had a friend who matched certain criteria. And though she’d labelled them as such, she wasn’t going to take responsibility for this random vampire who was too curious for his own good.
He took her hand instead, squeezing it, then getting closer to Hannya’s face. Well, he certainly wasn’t shy. He was totally and completely full of himself, too, and while he certainly wasn’t ugly, he was just a vampire. Not even as old as Hector or half the members. She didn’t know why he thought he could just waltz right in, but, whatever it was, it was certainly amusing to watch. “Hannya,” She said, laughing lightly, as though he wasn’t totally serious. She shifted even closer, barely ghosting her lips over his, her nose offering the smallest nudge to the side of his, but, for the most part, giving him almost nothing. “I run things down here,” Hannya said as she stepped away, putting the length of the hallway between them.
She’d recognized the name, too, but she wasn’t going to give him any credit for it. It was a small town, and this building was new━why the hell would his grandpa's (or whoever’s) old ass name mean anything? “An’ there’s older, richer men downstairs. Can’t just be it. Gotta know what kinda credentials ya got that you think’d be relevant here. What kinda business you in, baby?” Hannya raised her brows. It wasn’t so different from a regular job interview, and Hannya had possessed a wide array of people over her long life━she could draw skills from any one of them.
“How ‘bout somethin’ t’show for how rich you say ya are. Got any houses here?” She smirked, “An’ your pedigree. Who turned ya?” Hannya hoped it would be someone fun, otherwise she might just pass on him. Letting another boring one in was no use.
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 448
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 15, 2024 17:30:51 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Oct 10, 2023 18:05:54 GMT
Damon chuckled lightly as he watched the coy flutter of lashes. He would’ve laid money on her being friends with every guy in the place – at least until they did something to piss her off and she buried those painted claws in their heart. If it hadn’t been for Katherine, and the century she’d spent playing him, he might have fallen a little more for the wide eyed friendly act, but she had. He patted her hand lightly before curling his fingers around her wrist. His grin flashed white teeth at her – human teeth for now. ”Oh, honey, I know just where to nibble.” Unlike so many other vamps in this town he was still on an all-human blood diet. A little compulsion and a little clean up and they went on their way without a clue about what had happened to them.
He supposed he could’ve done the same with the guy who’d slipped through the door without anyone blocking his way. Wait for him to emerge and then pull every detail about what was down here out of his head. ”There’s always an exception somewhere,” Damon murmured, his eyes narrowing into slits as he beamed at her. And he’d spent his life being that exception. ”How’d you even know you wanna be a member before you get a look at the place, hmm?” His gaze slipped past her again. He’d been through enough secret little spots over the last hundred and fifty years to know that the majority weren’t worth the effort of getting in, he just didn’t like that there was one here in Mystic Falls that he hadn’t known about.
”So it’s you I have to sweet talk my way past, Hannya.” Damon crooned. He let her name slip off his tongue like silk. Most women fell for his charm rapidly, seeing little but the bad boy all of them had secretly – or not so secretly yearned for. These days that boy was a little tamer, but he could still turn that charm on when it was gonna get him what he wanted. Damon looked into her hazel eyes up close, letting out a small sound as she nudged her nose up against his. She was doing the same, offering up enough to lure him in, like he was one of those saps upstairs and would fall for it all.
Still, like a good little applicant, he started to trail Hannya down the hall. From all the way back there, Hannya began to explain. A club full of older, richer men. He chuckled as he followed, nodding slowly at her like he was finally understanding the trick here. Men, women - things, there weren’t many ways to end up older than him after all. Maybe the club upstairs was filled with supernaturals, but they tended towards the toddler aged sort. People who hadn’t lived long enough to pick up all that much common sense. ”So,” Damon started, smirking at her. ”You don’t think I’m special enough.” He snorted, waving off the idea of being in business. ”Why bother getting your hands dirty for a living when you can just rest on your laurels and look pretty.” Swirling a finger in front of his face, he indicated what had been his main asset for years. A pretty face apparently wasn’t enough to get him through the door, but being a Salvatore in this town should’ve been. Damon stalked after her, arrogance rolling off of him in waves. ”How about the fact that my family helped found this town. I’m guessing you’ve heard of the Founding Families. Our name’s everywhere. The Salvatore Boarding House. The Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted. We’re about as close to Royalty as you get here.” If she hadn’t heard of the Salvatores he was doubtful that Hannya had heard of Katherine either, but Damon continued to push the saccharine sweetness into his smirk as he closed in on her again. ”Katherine Pierce. Katerina Petrova if you wanna dig back that far. One of the doppelgangers. How much more prestige do you want?” The only people he could imagine ranked above him were the Mikaelsons and he couldn’t imagine any of the Original family in the club upstairs, or by extension, down here.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 150
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Apr 8, 2024 21:09:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Nov 12, 2023 20:26:02 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━ SWEET TALK? OH, THIS FUCKING VAMPIRE WAS ABSOLUTELY CLUELESS. It was so fun. She’d been sweet-talked by men he’d learned about in his fucking bedtime stories, men with far bigger accomplishments than the likes of him. He wasn’t even running his own business━what good was he anyway?
Hannya led him down the hall to Hector’s office, coolly putting in the password she wasn’t supposed to know anymore (seriously, did Hector think he could keep secrets from her?) and opening the door. She strutted in and motioned to the couch across from Hector’s desk chair, which she sank onto as though it were her throne.
“Hmm, it ain’t that you’re not special, baby, it’s just that you’re clearly useless.” Hannya smiled as though she hadn’t just insulted him. “What kinda semi-old vampire sits around doin’ nothin’ all day? You gotta be kiddin’ me.” She scoffed, waving her hand like his answer didn’t matter.
She rolled her eyes at his little argument about his name━as if anyone outside this town cared. And that was the point of this club, to reach out and conduct business with important people. Not lazy vampires with no prospects. “Yeah, and I’m the royalty here, sugar. Not close to it, am it. But I still put work in━I’m interviewin’ you, ain’t I? Even though it’s lookin’ like a waste of my time.” Hannya scoffed, raising her nails to admire them, turning them over and swiping her finger over one of the gel tops to keep it shiny━like she was already bored of this conversation.
“Prestige?” Hannya glanced up and cackled, her brows raised, looking at him incredulously. “Ain’t never heard of her.” She rolled her eyes, becoming sour when it seemed he wasn’t worth anything. “Last shot, honey, and I’m tellin’ ya, it ain’t lookin’ good.” Hannya puffed, shifting to sit up a little straighter. “Hypothetical question: ya find a pretty, little thing broken down on the side of the road━car’s got a flat. It’s dark out, kinda secluded, she’s young and helpless━maybe on the way back t’her classes at Whitmore, hm?” Hannya grinned darkly, “What’re you gonna do?” Hannya wanted honesty, but she was also waiting for him to give any answer that was the opposite of ruthless. He’d probably talk about giving her a ride back and sleeping with her in her dorm room, something to stroke his ego, because he thought that’s what she was looking for. She couldn’t wait to see his face fall when she locked him out for good.
DAMON SALVATORE, HECTOR DACRE | damon then hector? idk
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 448
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 15, 2024 17:30:51 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Dec 10, 2023 16:43:46 GMT
If the ape on the door had just let him in the first time he asked, he’d probably already have left, taking one look at the place and deciding it wasn’t worth the bother. These hidden spots rarely were – what had happened in London had proven that. They were filled with assholes just looking to have their egos fluffed by the idea that they were somewhere exclusive. Having Hannya doing that fluffing was probably just the cherry on top of their smug little sundaes. That wasn’t him, he had his kingdom at the Grill, that was usually all that was needed, but once the barrier had been put up, yeah, he wanted on the other side of it.
Damon watched Hannya punch the password in on the lock of what he presumed was an office. His smile returned as he trailed her in through the door, watching her sink down into the chair behind the desk. Of course she had to prove she was in charge here – why curl up on the couch for a friendly interrogation?
Sprawling on the couch, Damon spread his arms along the back and chuckled. He shook his head at her, clucking his tongue. It usually took someone at least a couple of hours with him to start calling him that. ”One who doesn’t have to work? Why the hell would you when you’ve got enough in the back to keep you going for an eternity? Anybody who bothers working when they don’t have to is the real idiot.” Like his little brother. Stefan would’ve bristled at the idea, but he’d always been the one with the brains and the drive. After years of Giuseppe pushing him to make something of himself, he wanted to do anything but.
He wouldn’t have called Hannya delusional to start with, but this whole power trip was start to border on the ludicrous. If the Founder’s Council ever wanted to clean their town up, this place would be the first spot on the map they’d end up nuking. Damon huffed out a breath through his nose, rolling his hand through the air like he was the Queen of England waving to her subjects. ”Let me guess, the Queen of England,” he drawled. ”You’re telling me you wouldn’t give all of this up for a fortune?” He ignored being called a waste of her time and hitched his brows as he looked around the room. It felt too masculine for her. Where was all the glitz? The mirrors on every wall, the glitter and perfume? This reeked of someone who wanted the big chair rather than someone who actually had it.
”You don’t know your vampire history, then. I’m betting you’ve heard of the Original family, though, right? The Mikaelsons? The people who kicked off the whole thing. Katherine’s the one who got away from them. Dial it back 500 years and she single handedly stopped Klaus Mikaelson from breaking that pesky little binding spell.” She wasn’t done with that whole superiority thing though. He needed her stamp if he wanted through the door and right now she wasn’t planning on doing it.
The cackle rolled out of him, his head tipping back as he stared up at the ceiling. She really didn’t fucking know a thing about this town. ”What is this? Some sort of college interview? Throw me into some hypothetical situation to see if I’m a big enough psychopath for your little club?” Damon lifted his head, smirking at her. He got to his feet slowly, making his way towards the desk. ”I was luring women on these roads centuries ago.” Alright, two centuries, but it still counted. ”I’d call her dinner. You wanna hear how I’d tear her throat out and leave her there like a dirty Kleenex for someone else to pick up? I’m not chivalrous, darlin’, you can ask anybody in this town about that.”
A noise at the office door had Damon turning, watching as a guy walked in. Ah, here was the owner of the office. He glanced back at Hannya, his smirk growing. Was this where the power trip was gonna end? ”Let me guess, the interview’s over and your servant here’s gonna show me the way out?” Pasting on pout, Damon turned towards the guy, stretching out a hand like it’d be taken to lead the naughty schoolboy back out.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 203
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen May 15, 2024 22:25:23 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Dec 20, 2023 22:30:21 GMT
Hector didn’t even notice the man coming into the bar, never mind noticing Hannya whisking the stranger off into his office. As he wandered down the corridor towards his office he could hear an unfamiliar male voice from inside, followed by Hannya. He paused just outside the door, listening into their conversation. There was the faintest smirk on his face when he realised she was interviewing this man before letting him downstairs. It wasn’t an idea that truly sprung to mind until now. He carefully vetted the men and women before he let them onto his ship, so why wasn’t he doing the same with his customers? Granted, those he let on the ship were people he needed to trust. They were there to help keep the ship afloat. Anyone who fell below his standards was booted off board into the ocean. But yes, interviewing people before granting them membership was a potential. His arms folded slowly as he listened to the man try to impress Hannya with his founding family surname and the name of his sire. Katherine Pierce. It was a familiar name to Hector, but he only knew about the rumours that circulated about her in the vampire world. As for the surname, of course it was familiar. Plenty of students from the boarding school came into his bar. Plus, he’d done his research on the town after arriving, dragging up a little more information on the Salvatore family. They were a part of the great vampire roundup in eighteen sixty four. After a few minutes he was done with listening to them, placing his hand on the handle, pushing the door open. They both looked in his direction, but Hector’s attention fell on Damon as he spoke. “I’ll be showing you into an early grave if you don’t watch your manners.” He glanced down at Damon’s hand for a brief moment before taking it, giving him a tight handshake. “Hector Dacre. Owner of this place.” He let go of Damon’s hand, “You miss out the part where you told Hannya you descend from a family of people who hate vampires.” He moved past Damon, towards his desk where he sat down in his seat, “Anyway. The interview is over. We’ll be in touch.” HANNYA DAMON SALVATORE - end!
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