DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 455
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 18:32:24 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on May 13, 2024 19:53:32 GMT
Bending down, Damon squinted into the mailbox. He plucked out the mail, flicking through it before he puffed out a sigh. Bills. Something for MG if he might’ve opened just to be nosy, if he could be bothered. The same sorta thing that had been there every time he’d checked in the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t like he’d expected a hand lettered invite back to the club, but something would’ve proved that they’d at least considered his application.
He’d smirked his way through his little talk with Hannya, but she hadn’t exactly radiated positivity when it came to his chances. Where was his prestige? Damon Salvatore? Who? Most folks who spent more than a few days in town had heard of the Founding Families. Some drank the kool aid, joining the hoards who thought they all walked on water. Centuries after they’d dumped their trunks down in the dirt, they still ruled the town with an iron fist. Maybe if Sheriff Forbes and the council staged a little invasion they’d be a little more impressed. Of course, their clientele would probably be scattered over the floor like discarded napkins by the time they were done. One more supernatural scourge stamped out.
Back in the house, Damon tossed the mail onto the hall table. As the good brother, Stefan would likely go through it all later. He’d always handled that sort of thing while his big brother focused on making Giuseppe roll in his grave. The Boarding House as it was now would’ve had him choking, the club and the filth in its basement turning him full apoplectic. Hannya could’ve tried turning on the charm with him, but it wouldn’t have been any more successful than seducing a brick wall. The pious asshole had always seen himself as above those sorts of temptations. In the end he’d gone to his grave paying for that attitude, his blood staining that good son’s lips. If she chose to scratch the surface of the local history with one of those painted nails, Hannya might realise just how much he’d stirred things up around here.
Turning right back around, Damon headed for the door. Maybe he’d go grab a drink and tell her all about it. It wasn’t like they could revoke his membership for making the staff yawn. If he was lucky it’d be the owner he caught this time around, the guy might’ve threatened to kill him if he didn’t watch his manners, but he’d at least known who the Salvatores were. That was a starting point. If he could get a foot in the door then maybe he could while away his afternoons and those evenings when Claire was working somewhere other than a stool at the Grill.
Damon tugged the door of the club open ten minutes later. Afternoon had barely slid into evening, the club upstairs looked like it was still being set up, but places like the downstairs weren’t gonna keep the same business hours. Members only places had their own rules, and a blissful absence of liquored up teenagers. He approached the bartender who seemed to be the only one up here. Rapping his knuckles hard on the bar, he smirked at him as he caught his attention. ”I’m looking for the head honcho. Is your boss around? Or is he the sort of guy who likes to arrive fashionably late?” In truth Hector Dacre looked like the sort of guy Katherine would’ve been fawning all over. A man who obviously spent a good proportion of his profits on his closet. One who had enough power and age not to give a damn that this town chewed up and spat out as many things as it did human bodies.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on May 31, 2024 1:14:46 GMT
Hector didn’t tell Hannya, but her idea to interview potential members was a good idea. She was already getting a little too big for those skyscraper heels she wore so he didn’t want to massage her ego even more. But it made perfect sense. They wanted a certain type of customer down there so everyone should be vetted before heading down. Even more so now some of the customers had been acting a little weird. Hector couldn’t explain it but there was something uneasy going on with some vampires. They were becoming violent a lot quicker, throwing themselves into fights. That behaviour may have been okay in the past but not anymore. The bar was to be civil, unless Hector was the one dishing out the violence. As he sat in his office flicking through invoices he realised he needed another holiday. Their trip to London was all about sightseeing and connecting with their home soil (for Magnus at least). Hector needed some kind of beach holiday. The type where you sit by a pool all day sipping on frozen margaritas until you can no longer walk. Hector would drink the bar dry then stumble into the pool. Taking the staff to London was surprisingly not as stressful as he imagined. He thought someone would have been dead by the end of the week. He had money on Lawrence being staked by him or Magnus. But overall it had been a smooth trip. Would a beach holiday be just as smooth? Hector pushed the invoices and dragged his keyboard forward. He started to Google beach holiday destinations. Most of the places he’d already visited a thousand times over. He needed somewhere new and exciting. That’s when Aruba popped up on the search. His research was cut short when a member of staff tapped on the door, telling him there was a man looking for him in the bar. It was rarely a good sign when someone came into the bar asking to speak with Hector. With a sigh he pulled himself away from his desk and followed the staff member out into the bar. “Damon. Fancy seeing you here.” He flashed the other vampire a tight smile, “Please. Come to my office.” He spun back around, heading out the bar and back towards the office. Most of the staff upstairs were completely oblivious to the fact there was a whole damn bar operating below them. He held the door open for Damon before returning to his previous position behind his desk. “I was wondering when you’d come back.” It wasn’t just holiday destinations he’d been researching recently, but also Damon’s past. If the man wanted a free pass downstairs then Hector needed to know who Damon was. His research uncovered a lot more than he was expecting. A vampire hating father who helped to capture a group of vampires and keep them imprisoned in a church. That wasn’t the only thing that was interesting though. Damon was a member of the council. For all intents and purposes Damon was the number one enemy. “Who’s behind the boarding school in town then? You or Stefan?” The school was one tick in Damon’s favour, but it was a small tick. Apparently they weren’t keen with their vampire students drinking from the vein. “The problem is Damon. I don’t know if you can be trusted. You’re a member of the town council after all.” Their number one aim in life was to rid Mystic Falls of vampires. They were doing an awful job so far though. The population had doubled in the past few years. “You might run back to your little group of vampire haters and tell them everything… and if that happens you and your friends would be dead by sunset.” One baby vampire and a group of humans wouldn’t stand a chance against Hector. DAMON SALVATORE |
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 455
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 18:32:24 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jun 12, 2024 19:24:30 GMT
Patience that had worn thin (alright, thinner) over the last couple of weeks, vanished altogether as the bartender scurried away to find the boss. There’d been a time where he wouldn’t have even waited a minute for the man to appear. Damon Salvatore went after what he wanted and wouldn’t stop until he got it. Bonnie’s Grams and plenty of others in town could attest to that. He hadn’t cared what was polite, or who would end up hurt. The only thing that had mattered was the end result and for far too long that had been getting Katherine back. Another mistake in a long list of them.
Damon puffed out a breath, propping his hands on the edge of the bar as he considered hopping over it. He might not’ve been judged worthy of getting to cool his heels downstairs, but the bar up here was open game. Blue eyes narrowed, scanning the top shelf for their best bourbon. A little research about Hector Dacre had revealed that the man had deep pockets, he could replace whatever was drunk and they’d call it the cost of discussing the rude silence that’d followed his first visit.
His hands were flat on the bar, his body braced to spring over it when the door the bartender had gone through opened up again. Narrowing his eyes as a smirk worked his way over his face, Damon turned slowly towards Hector. ”Hector.” He crooned out the man’s name, inclining his head slightly. ”Surprised? You didn’t think I’d come crawling back when you didn’t come running after me to join your little gang downstairs?” Probably hoping he wouldn’t was more like it. He’d seen the look on Hannya’s face. She hadn’t given a damn who he was and there was no sport in hunting a lame animal – especially one in a relationship, although for a woman like that the chance of splitting up a happy couple might’ve held some appeal.
Oooh. An invite back to the inner sanctum. Maybe he’d been wrong about being black balled after all. Damon followed Hector back towards his office. He slipped past Hector, then dropped into one of the visitor’s chairs. ”Wondering when I would, or hoping that I wouldn’t?” His smile was back, sharp around the edges. If Dacre had done his homework then he’d know that no wasn’t a word that he’d ever understood. A roadblock was just an excuse to come back again, faster and meaner.
He would’ve been impressed that Hector had gone digging about him, but the Salvatore school wasn’t exactly secret. The Salvatore name had probably sold the place to the Town Council, a project led by a Founding Family, it’d have an instant stamp of approval. Damon snickered lightly, stretching back in the seat to kick his legs out and cross them at the ankles. ”You think I’d be behind something that charitable?” He shook his head, flicking a hand back in the direction of the school. ”Stefan’s the guiding light there. Although if it’s an extra box ticked to get me into this place, I’d say I gave a helping hand.” In all truth he’d put a little effort in here or there, but the thought of sitting in a classroom trying to teach teenagers to be good little vampires.
Don’t be like Damon Salvatore was probably already a mantra they were all taught. His reputation didn’t cover half of what he’d actually done and it was still rotten. If Hector had scraped deeper than the surface he’d already know about that. Oh, look, he’d taken a shot at it, even if he was blind to what he’d found. The laugh rolled out again. Damon crossed his arms and eyed Hector as though he was trying to see what was going on in his head. ”A vampire who’d turn against his own, you’ve got a low opinion of me,” Damon said with a snort. He let the sound trail off wearily. ”If my only aim was to get this place burned to the ground, don’t you think I would’ve whispered in their ears already?” It would’ve been easy enough to convince Liz that their vampire vermin problem originated right here. ”Where do you think the best spot for a vamp to hide would be in this town?” Damon asked sweetly. By now Hector should’ve at least started to realise that hiding in plain sight and being able to manipulate one of the biggest threats towards you in this town was a smart move.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jun 24, 2024 14:23:54 GMT
Damon was a very very small fish in a massive pond. But he clearly thought he was worthy of a membership for the town's exclusive vampire bar. “Not particularly. You seem like the type of man who doesn’t like to be told no.” The pot calling the kettle black, but Hector was far enough up the food chain that he could ignore the word no. There weren’t many above him. Whereas Damon was towards the bottom of the food chain. If Hector told him no he’d be forced to listen. The lack of respect from younger vampires was becoming a common theme nowadays. There were idiots like Ayla’s soon to be husband roaming around, believing he was better than everyone else. Mystic Falls was becoming more and more crowded with vampires. Gone were the days where they were a rarity in the world. Meeting another vampire barely stirred an element of surprise in Hector anymore. There was a time he searched Europe for people like him, whereas now all he had to do was looking down the road. Hector glanced over at his computer screen for a second as he lowered himself into his chair. Pictures of Aruba were still scattered across the screen. Guaranteed someone would end up drowning by day four. It could easily be Magnus or Hector too if one of them drank too much and fell overboard. The thought of that happening almost brought a smile to his face, but then he remembered Damon was sitting across from him. “Like I said, I was wondering when you’d come back. You’re a member of the founding family. This town is yours so of course you want a membership to the club downstairs.” Hector considered himself lucky that his sire stuck around to show him the ropes at the start. He wasn’t thrown out into the wild to figure it out of his own. Someone was with him to explain everything. Most vampires didn’t have that luxury though, which is why he thought the school was a good idea. If they could learn control there then it kept the heat off the rest of them. “I guess he’s hoping to teach them not to take the same path he did?” It wasn’t hard to find out that Stefan too had a high kill count. Some vampires just didn’t know when enough was enough resulting in them tearing through their victims head. Just because you’re a vampire didn’t mean much to Hector. He’d happily turn on his own kind if necessary. He’d be known to marooned his own kind or throw them off board to the sharks. The whole reason his name was scrawled across the club and bar was because he stabbed another vampire in the back. “I’ve yet to form a full opinion of you. All I know so far is that your father hated vampires and you’re a member of the council, which is a bunch of people who also hate vampires… you seem to associate with people who want us dead.” True definition of keeping your enemies closer, but Damon may have crossed the line with joining the council. “You could be taking your time. If you shine the light on us it’ll take it off you and your brother.” They could try and burn the place to the ground, but they burn along with the building. “Oh, I’m a huge fan of going undercover and infiltrating from the inside… but again how do I know I can trust you?” It was a pointless question though because Hector only trusted a handful of people anyway. The customers he had downstairs weren’t to be trusted anyway. “Will you be bringing anyone else here? Your sire, Katherine? Or your brother, Stefan?” DAMON SALVATORE |
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 455
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 18:32:24 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jun 29, 2024 18:28:41 GMT
”Spot on,” Damon drawled lightly. ”Some call that sort of stubbornness a curse, I see it as one of my biggest assets instead.” It had kept him alive through situations that would’ve killed lesser men. Stubborn as a mule, determined not to end up six feet under any time soon, he refused to cave when others wanted him to. And, perhaps more foolishly, when he should’ve just accepted a shitty situation. Membership in a club that was probably just full of ancient assholes wasn’t one of those life or death situations, but the moment Hannya had started to question whether he had it in him to be a member, he’d grabbed onto the idea and he wasn’t ready to let it go yet.
What digging he’d been able to do about Hector Dacre had proved that the man was stubborn too. You had to be to set up a place like this right under the Town Council’s nose. He hadn’t questioned them about it, but they had to have turned their nose up at this. Damon had looked around the place as they’d walked through, although he still hadn’t been taken on a tour of the downstairs bar. He watched Hector as the man glanced over his computer screen, eyes narrowed faintly. How much digging had he done on him while he was gone? ”It would only be right if I did get membership,” Damon crooned. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. ”Feels wrong that there aren’t any of the Founding Families on your roster. Unless someone’s got there before me?” The Lockwoods perhaps, although Richard would’ve been the best candidate and he’d gone and killed himself with his supernatural killing device.
Helping to set up the school had been Stefan’s way of making up for all he’d done since he was turned, Damon supposed. A way to turn the next generation of witches, werewolves and vampires into good little boys and girls. Even if it had existed in their time, he wouldn’t have gone to it. He’d been too pissed about all that had happened, his vow to make his brother’s life a misery an excuse not to learn new manners. Dacre, it seemed, had already figured out the why for Stefan. Humming lightly, Damon let his gaze drift around Hector’s office. ”That’s his aim,” he said lightly. ”My brother’s aiming for sainthood and helping these kids out might get him one step closer. You know anybody who goes there?” Hector definitely wasn’t the sort to sign up for classes. Too old, too set in his ways, but the club was probably full of young supernaturals who could use a helping hand.
Stefan’s dual reputation as both a saint and a sinner in the form of a ripper would probably get him black-balled from a place like this. Luckily for him the two of them couldn’t be more different though. He was no less blood thirsty at times, but there was always a reason for it and being who he was, he imagined Hector could see that. Damon made a sound as he started getting tarred with Giuseppe’s reputation. ”Don’t start comparing me with that man,” he managed between gritted teeth. ”I’m nothing like Giuseppe. The fact that he shot both me and Stefan for colluding with the vampires should tell you how much my father thought of us.” That had come back to bite him, literally, as Stefan killed him and completed his transition.
Honestly, Damon couldn’t see how he could argue about being a member of a group who would’ve liked to see all vampires in this town dead though. The Council wanted just that, and on occasion he had helped them do just that – always with the intention of keeping them off of his own back. ”Was that a threat?” Damon chuckled, scooting forward in his seat to brace his forearms on his thighs. ”Do you honestly think I’d be alive if they knew what I was? The Town Council’s been slaughtering vampires since it was founded. You don’t get a pass for being a turncoat.” Although he wasn’t sure how many of them had been aware of just what curse lay in Richard Lockwood’s DNA.
”If I was going to rat you out, I wouldn’t done it alright. How about seeing that as a sign of how trustworthy I am?” The place would’ve been raised to the ground already if he’d said a single word. ”That’s not how this works. I’m not looking for a place to drag my friends, family and enemies – that’s what Katherine is by the way – to party. This is about me getting a foot in the door here. You gonna give me the chance to, or is this just a protracted no?” It certainly wasn’t a sweetly worded one.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jul 18, 2024 21:35:33 GMT
Damon spoke in that familiar drawl dripping with his blend of arrogance. It was a similar tone Hector occasionally used. He too waltzed into the club years ago, demanding a place at the big round table. There was no way some vampire bar was going to exist in town without him being involved somehow. He gripped onto the idea, just how Damon was gripping onto the notion he was worthy of entry to the bar. “Sometimes in this world you need to be your own biggest fan.” Or become a pirate, build an army of the supernatural and earn a reputation so bad that people will be too scared to say no to you. No one had actually been given a membership to the bar yet, per se. Damon was their guinea pig. But since he took over Hector had been careful about what kind of vampires he let into the bar. Ones he could control and ones who weren’t out to cause chaos. Vampires who were looking for somewhere to have a drink without hiding who they were. He’d done enough research about the founding families to realise the only supernaturals lingering within there were Damon and Stefan, the Lockwoods and the sheriff's daughter— although that was yet to be confirmed). “Like who?” His lips twisted into a smirk, looking to pry some information out of Damon. There were plenty of students drifting around the bar at the weekend, but Hector rarely engaged with them, not unless they were causing problems. “It’s nice to see someone is helping the new vampires. But nope, I don’t know anyone who goes to that school.” Maybe Lawrence once did? He was certain he’d overheard something about it. Oh, he’d hit a sore spot when he mentioned Giuseppe. Perfect. Would his father have done the same? Sergi certainly would have struggled to accept the idea that vampires existed then scurried off to try and find some cure for Hectors disease, which could have involved chopping off some limbs or drinking some weird homemade medicine. “His hatred for vampires was stronger than his love for you both.” There was a trace of sadness in his voice as he felt a slight pang of sympathy for the brothers, “I suspect my dad would have done the same.” The word vampire wasn’t even a part of their vocabulary back then.
“You’d know if I was threatening you.” Hector didn’t make threats either. They were promises. If he said he was going to rip your face off, he would. Just because Damon hadn’t gone running to the town council to snitch didn’t mean Hector fully trusted him. He let out a long drawn out sigh, “Fine. I’ll give you a trial run. In the meantime I want you to feedback any whispers from the town council about this place. If you betray me I won’t come for you, I’ll go for your brother. I’ll burn his school to the ground with him inside of it.” Hector got to his feet, extending one hand for Damon to shake, “Let’s hope this is the start of a blossoming friendship.”DAMON SALVATORE - end with yours? |
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 455
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 18:32:24 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jul 27, 2024 18:21:34 GMT
”Amen to that,” Damon had snorted as Hector proved he wasn’t the only one who believed in fluffing your own ego here. After years of being crushed under Giuseppe’s expectations, he’d fought his way free, vowing never to let anybody else crush his confidence in the same way. Of course, he hadn’t anticipated Katherine’s return then. That had been a ding to it that it had taken time to polish away. These days he was back to that Damon, the one who didn’t let those little slights and digs stop him from pushing for the yes he should’ve had the first time he’d walked into this place.
Honestly, it should’ve been no surprise that a club set up at the heart of Mystic Falls would consider itself exclusive. This town had been about who you were from the moment the first settlers had stopped their wagons here. What was surprising was that the Salvatore name hadn’t gotten him further than the equivalent of ’we’ll call you’, which hadn’t happened in the end. Either this guy and his curvy blonde gatekeeper had purposefully been keeping the Founding Families out of it, or they had a particular dislike for the Salvatores.
Damon pooched his lips for a moment as he considered the question Hector threw back at him. There were plenty of them who wouldn’t have wanted to be caught dead here, but … ”The Lockwoods,” he suggested. ”I can imagine Ty or his uncle wanting a piece of this. The Fells too, they always liked to act like they walked on water.” He’d have said the Gilberts, but Elena wouldn’t have been caught dead here and Jeremy was still way too young. It didn’t look like any of them had worked their way deeper than the club though. He’d be the first, a big enough matter of pride that he shot a grin Hector’s way. If they were gonna throw open the doors that was.
Well, shit, if it was concern over his family’s bid for sainthood that was barring the door, Hector really didn’t have to worry about that. Stefan was the only one trying to be a good influence on all the baby supes around town. ”Some people want them to have the chances they didn’t,” Damon mused. He doubted even a school like that would’ve made a difference when he was turned. ”I guess most of them aren’t old enough to walk into the club yet.” In a few years they’d start flooding in and then Hector would have a fresh wave of potential problems here, unless all that schooling actually did something for them.
Hearing his father’s name sent a wave of bitterness rushing up the back of Damon’s throat. A couple of years ago he’d have attempted to drive Hector’s head through his desk for even bringing up what had happened, but he’d mellowed just enough that he sat staring at Hector instead. It was only the trace of sadness in the man’s voice that broke him out of his frozen state. ”That never surprised me,” Damon muttered. Love wasn’t the word he’d have used for what Giuseppe had felt for him at least. ”You have my sympathies. If Giuseppe was still here, this place never would’ve been standing.” He’d have tried to stomp out everybody in that bar downstairs, crushing them like cockroaches under his heel. Not in his town.
He'd heard words like that spill out often enough to know that there was a warning in Hector’s words, whether he wanted to call it a threat or not. Keep your mouth shut, or both you and your brother will pay. Painfully. Damon grunted out an acknowledgement, his eyes narrowing as Hector sighed. Well, look at that. Damon’s grin was growing before the fine had even made its way out of Hector’s mouth. ”Promise.” It wasn’t as if there hadn’t been a few complaints about the club already, but they were more of the it’s too loud, it encourages bad behaviour sort that he imagined Hector had already heard a dozen times over. ”Like I said, if I was gonna …” It already would’ve happened. Damon supposed it still could if Hector ever tried to stab him in the back, but for now it looked as though things were gonna stay on that friendly track. ”Lets hope,” he echoed. ”Now, let’s toast on it over a drink. My shout.” Beaming smugly, he reached out and shook Hector’s hand. Look where persistence had gotten him in the end.
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