promising action [damon]

[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

one look puts the rhythm in my hand

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Kinsley had promised to get some information out of an Ellis soon. She had known instantly who she was going to go after, of course, since he was not as smart as the rest of them. He also seemed to do whatever his dick told him to do, which made him an easy target for a hunter like her—one who knew how to use her pretty face as something to make people (mostly men) to talk. If it were up to the hunter, she would just get a [good] witch to get him to talk. She knew there were spells and things that she could get someone to use to make him talk instead of having to get up close and personal with him. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with anything sexual, it was just that she didn’t want to have to flirt with someone like Damon Ellis. He was a player, a man whore, and he obviously didn’t care. She didn’t know how people could have sex with random people. She liked it to be meaningful. She wanted to have a connection to someone before hopping into the sack and going at it like rabbits. She would have to remind herself to make one of her questions to Damon about how he did it. Because she actually did want to know. Maybe Remy knew. He seemed a bit promiscuous himself. It was odd how she was so surrounded by people who liked to sleep around with other people. And she was just there waiting for the right person to come along so she could share a connection with them.

Maybe she should know by now that that kind of thing simply didn’t happen. It was something only few people came by, and Kinsley was sure she wasn’t going to be one of them. She hadn’t had much luck in the past, either. She had only had a few boyfriends, two of which were complete assholes. She was terrible at picking the right kind of person to date. It was so terrible that she always went for someone who treated her like dirt. She didn’t know why, either, and that was what pissed her off. It was just terrible that she couldn’t help but fall for the bad guy, even if she told herself over and over again not to. It was like a curse. She needed someone to come and save her.

Saving people was something Kinsley did well. It was just a few weeks ago that she saved a man. She eventually found out that his name was Sawyer and he had amnesia. It was sad to think that his entire life was a blur. She couldn’t imagine not having a single memory of her past. She would probably be completely lost. Would she even have the same personality as she did now? Anyone could come in and change you around, tell you things you did which could be a complete lie. It was scary to think about, and she reminded herself that she needed to go check up on him again tomorrow. He was probably getting bored with everything at the hospital by now, just like she knew she would. She didn’t like being in one place for hours on end, much less days and weeks. She couldn’t imagine having to lie in a bed all day with nothing to do or think about, since there were no memories to look back on.

Sighing, the hunter went and showered. After feeding both animals, she dried her hair and let it fall in her natural waves. After applying the perfect amount of makeup, she added just a tad more. She figured Damon might appreciate a girl that took extra care on how she looked. She still didn’t look like a straight up whore, but it was so unusual for her to even be wearing this much, so it felt like clown makeup to her. She went and put on the dress that was laid out on her bed and the white wedge shoes to go with it. She left the bracelets on her bed because she thought they would only get in the way if something were to happen where she would have to get into a fight or had to go on the hunt. She was very good at running in heels, but she threw a pair of sneakers in her bag just in case. She also threw a pair of leggings in as well as a sports bra. It always hurt to run without one.

When she was finally ready, she threw her bag in her car and went straight to the club. She parked and waited in line to get in like the good girl she was. she didn’t think cutting in line just because you were attractive was right. And when she finally did get in, she headed straight for the bar. There she scoped the place for Damon. It was going to be an interesting night, one she would definitely never forget.

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[damon]

LETS GET SOME GREEN

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The night was no different than any other night. Damon was still his frisky self in the club of daggers. He was spending so much time there that people that went there nightly asked if he ever left. Damon felt like he didn’t. The only way he was able to get new girls was by going to these places. Wait- no, that wasn’t right. Damon could get new girls anywhere. What he wanted was a new friends with benefits. He needed something to fall back on in case that night just wasn’t his night for catching anyone. It seemed that all of his favorites were starting to become taken and snagged up. The only one who didn’t seemed to be Rosabella. That girl would always be on his top for that reason especially, but he couldn’t have just one. What if she found herself busy that night? Damon wasn’t going to take the chance and only have one. It was like going sailing and then only having one back up plan in case the boat sank.

Most of the girls like that were hanging out in one place. The ones who went to the front of the line, gave the guard a dazzling smile and then walked in without a hint of regret. It seemed that Damon had his own pass out in the back since he was there so often. Most of the time he would bravely try some new places, spend some nights at home, but this was getting all out. The older he became, the worst his condition seemed to get it. It didn’t bother Damon any. The firetamer really thought that he was practically invisible and no amount of partying was going to go out and kill him. He wasn’t even sure if he was able to age. The more he aged, the better he looked, it seemed, and his expectation was that it would always continue to be that way. Just strutting through life without a care in the world. Why wouldn’t he when he was the perfect man in the world?

For some reason that night, his expectations of the girls were high. This happened, so it wasn’t as if it was a total giant shock that Damon Ellis was actually starting to get picky or something. The next day was probably going to be like any normal day, but if he was looking for his right bitch, he was going to be a little picky about her. Why shouldn’t the most handsome man in the world get a pick like that? Despite what others told him, he did think he was the hottest shit that walked into that club. Others would huff at the thought, but he knew they were all jealous. Just because they didn’t see it themselves didn’t make them right at the least bit. They were going to have to deal with him just as he dealt with them. At the moment, there was something wrong with just about everybody in there. Boobs look way too fake to function, hair was too short looked a bit like a lesbian, butt was too flat he could ski down it. Oh, there were endless complaints. Now people saw why he wasn’t picky regularly. He wouldn’t get anything finished!

Then a young woman walked in that made him completely change his mind. She wasn’t really showing as much as the rest of the girls, but it was very interesting to see how much she was showing. The woman had strong long legs with a face that could make any king bow to her feet. Her radiant golden hair sparkled brightly compared to the rest of the dark rooms surrounding him. This bitch was his and he hadn’t even talked to her yet. How could anyone look that perfect? Oh-wait. With a shake of his head, he seemed entranced and determined as soon as his blue greedy eyes lay on her. He hadn’t even seen some fine details up close yet. He ditched the person he was talking to and headed over. IN his mind, he quickly went over some of his strategies. He wasn’t even sure if she had the right personality for it, but most people that were found here did. Someone who looked like her probably had multiple opportunities to do so.

When other guys were asked, the hardest part was the opening line coming in. Damon disagreed. He just went with whatever went through his mind. Some girls huffed and thought it was a nice excuse to talk to him, but then the conversation would strike up either way. Most with what Damon said really couldn’t be ignored. If by any rare chance it happened to be ignored, then Damon would keep on poking her until she finally swung around and asked what. Challenges. Damon was in the mood for challenges tonight as well as being the most beautiful girl in that entire club, which he sure she was. How could anyone deny it? His strut became a little slower as he approached, smiling a dashing smile at her. ”Now why would a woman with your looks be sitting here by herself?” This opening line was golden. Cute, flirtatious, and a little understanding of figuring out if she was here alone or not. Damon saw her walk in alone, but that meant shit. His mind was set. Depending on her opening statements, he was just going to see how easy it was. Or not.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

one look puts the rhythm in my hand

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The girl couldn’t seem to find the Ellis anywhere. Remy had told her once she found him that he would be easy since he did just about anything to get a girl to go to bed with him. However easy that sounded, it was obviously not the case for finding him in such a crowded place like this. Kinsley wasn’t too great with crowds. She liked to have her elbow room, and liked to be able to breathe. Sometimes it was a bit hard for her to breathe when so many people were so close to her. She almost wanted to leave the bar and go to the back corner where hardly anyone was, but she knew someone like Damon would want to be in the center of all the action in the club. It was still fairly early for someone who went out every other night, so he might not even be here yet. She would just need to be patient. Patience was something Kinsley was very full of. She had learned a long time ago that you needed a lot of it if you were going to be a good hunter. You needed to be able to wait for the perfect moment to move in on your kill. You needed it to get in the perfect shot with a silver bullet to a werewolf or with a stake to the heart of a vampire or a knife to the heart of an immortal. Everything was determined by the timing of your shot and the accuracy of your gunmanship and combat.

She was better at hand-to-hand than she was at using a gun. Fighting was something she had grown up learning how to do so that she could protect herself and her family when she needed to. Mostly she was taught so that when she was without the protection of her parents, she would still be able to survive in this cruel and harsh world. Growing up she had thought every supernatural was bad. She thought that every one of them she came across was going to hurt her somehow, so she was like Remy and didn’t hesitate to kill them. Now was a different story. She knew first-hand that some actually liked humans. There were some that actually fought other supernaturals for their well-being. But, Remy being Remy, he wouldn’t listen to her. They had been in many arguments over the issue, and still they disagreed. He would probably never understand where she was coming from, but as long as she had him on her side and not coming after her, she would let him think whatever he wanted.

A man dressed in all white came up to her just then, making her snap out of her thoughts. She realized that she had zoned out and forgot to keep looking for Damon. She mentally slapped herself back into gear. The man asked her if she would let him buy her a drink, but she shook her head. She told the man that she was meeting someone. He looked her over once and went on his way. The guy was too creepy to even think about getting a drink from, even if she wasn’t trying to get to Damon Ellis. He looked like the kind of guy that would drug you and take it from there. She was definitely not going to go through that in her life.

First of all, Kinsley hardly ever drank in the first place. When she did, it was at some kind of family holiday gathering and they had a glass of wine together for dinner, or champagne for dessert. Sometimes it was both, if it were a special occasion like Christmas. Alcohol was not something she often drank, mostly because she needed to be focused on hunting and getting information, like tonight. If Damon asked her to buy her a drink, she would, of course, say yes. But she would barely sip at the drink, and wouldn’t have more than that one glass. This all depended on whether or not she even found the man in the sea of people.

As if she had somehow summoned him, he walked up in front of her and put on his charming smile. The only reason she recognized him was because she had been shown a picture of him. The picture hadn’t done his looks any justice, because even she was at a loss for words for a second. His charm was also much greater than she would have thought, even if she had been warned. He was a smooth talker. He did it almost every day. She needed to focus and not fall into the little trap he was already setting up for her.

Kinsley took a deep breath. Here we go. She put on her sweetest smile and pretended to act as if his line had worked on her. With a little giggle, she answered, “Waiting for someone like you to show up and ask to buy me a drink.” She didn’t let the smile fade from her lips, and looked around the club out of habit. Before talking to Remy, she had no idea how to flirt. She had never really done it before. She had only had one real boyfriend in her life, and he was so straight forward in everything he did that there was really no flirting at all involved. She had never been the girl people wanted to be with in high school because she was so quiet around the giant crowds. She had learned how to read people’s emotions by watching them from afar. She was quite good at knowing whether someone was good or evil. Her hunter’s instincts told her there was almost no threat to this man so far. She didn’t know of him killing anyone so far, and the incident where he burned down some girl’s house was apparently an accident.

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[damon]

LETS GET SOME GREEN

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One of the worst things in the world was when he looked a girl that seemed perfect. Natural curves in the right places with a face that could probably be sold off for an auction. The look that society thought of as a perfect blonde was all in this perfect body. Despite all of this, the thing that just brought him to a bitter disappointed end was that if she just opened her mouth and made all that beauty vanish in thin air. Mostly what they said didn’t matter to Damon, as he could take any kind of hard ball that could muster. It was the sound of the voice. It wasn’t as if there was anything sensitive about his ears or anything, but come on. No one enjoyed the squeaky high pitched horror that were some of the women he had come across. Damon could take quite a bit, but there was a point where he just wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. He held his breath as he prepared himself for the moment, but it never came. Instead, Damon was offered a smile and a very smooth answer.

It came to his conclusion that this girl had wanted someone like Damon to come her way. Someone to have the same thing that he wanted at the moment. To others, it may have seemed like a quick assumption, but how could it be any different from that kind of answer? It was as if she had just told him waiting to find someone to team up with in this lonely world. Yes, that had been a line he had used once or twice. It was a lonely world. Too many people starting to pair off and leave the rest of the people they knew or loved behind them as if they never existed. What was worst was that they refused to acknowledge Damon in public. They said it was something about him grabbing their ass when they did with the boyfriend right by, but how else was he supposed to greet them? Saying hi? Who did that? Certainly not Damon Ellis. He took the classier road. Ass grabbing.

With a smile back to her, he took a glance around him. They were literally at the center, weren’t they? This was going to be excellent. As if he was prancing around and showing her off to people. Look at this girl I caught and the rest of you losers were too slow. Besides, two perfect people just should be together. It was an unwritten rule of the universe. In his eyes, he was the perfect person who needed to get with the perfect woman. IN the few words she said, that’s how he saw her as. With that being said, she also suggested that she wanted a drink. He didn’t think he needed to be liquored up, but if she insisted, he wasn’t going to agree with logic. The girl knew what was best and he would be obliged to head over and help the poor woman out. She hadn’t had any more guys offer her drinks? What was wrong with them? Or it could have been her waiting for someone good enough. Taking a glance around, Damon was happy to say he had no competition.

”Oh, shit, sorry to keep you waiting beautiful. Won’t happen again.” He promised with a swift wink before disappearing out of her sites to get a couple of drinks. He wasn’t even going to ask what she wanted, as if Damon was guessing what this woman was like already, he knew what she needed to drink. Taking some things into account (for example how capable she was of handling someone like him and how much she probably drank) he ordered her a margarita. All chicks loved margaritas. Damon was very stereotypical, and when he looked around at the bars, it was the popular fruity drinks that most men would be caught dead with. If she didn’t like it, he could get her something else, pretending as if he was just testing her. Damon was pretty good at coming up with useless excuses on something that had been done. Going through high school like that had served him well. Now wqas the time to prove himself.

Handing her a drink with a glint in his eyes, he started to urge her toward more of the corner. It was hard to grasp her attention really if she was the center of everything. Once they got talking, they could return so that they may show each other off, but until then, he was going to have to keep this less in the eye of all the people around. Besides, the last thing Damon wanted to do was get in a fight tonight. He was just recovering from a bitter ex boyfriend a couple of weeks ago when they discovered about the cheating thing. He really didn’t like to get himself into taken women for those reasons. He didn’t want to have to deal with the drama of it. Why was it his fault that the man fell in love with a skank? Damon often blamed himself for what happened with his own ex, honestly. It wasn’t as if there was a big surprise about it. ”So besides finding me, is there something else bringing you here?” His own way of figuring out what she was looking for here. Just to play around or some guy she was going to try to change. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be the second option.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

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She breathed deeply as he disappeared to get her a drink, trying not to freak out and look like a complete idiot. The man was much better looking than she thought he would be. Remy definitely hadn’t prepared her for the looks of this guy. She’d just have to grin and bear it. She looked around for Remy. He had told her he would be there to help her out, but with all of the people around, she couldn’t find him anywhere. Even with training, her eyes couldn’t spot the Cajun. It made her a little on edge to not see him around. Even though he had helped her learn how to flirt, she still wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to handle someone like Damon, who seemed so smooth. And he had only said two sentences to her. It was incredible how one person could flatter another and barely say any words at all. If she hadn’t talked to both Remy and Kimmi before coming tonight, she would be in huge trouble.

Kinsley was awful at talking to men in any other way than she would to a girl. Flirting had been almost nonexistent since before she could remember. In school, she was the little loner that no one wanted to talk to. Everyone thought she was weird and she was too busy to care. She had had more important things to worry about than to have to worry about people, boys mostly. Even when someone tried to talk to her, she made it quick so she could go back to thinking about how to catch whatever supernatural there was to kill. Once she had figured out the hard way that some supernaturals deserved to live, she had gotten a little better. She even had a boyfriend in high school. It hadn’t lasted long, but at least she had gotten out there and had one instead of being a weirdo all the time in people’s minds.

She sighed. She needed to focus. This moment, this night with Damon was important. It would get her and Remy closer to finding out more about the Ellis family. If this firetamer was like Remy had warned, it wouldn’t be that hard to get him to start talking. It was getting to that point that she was more worried about. She just needed to stay calm, breathe, keep focused, and it would come more easily than she thought. Right? Kinsley mentally patted herself on the back, trying to hype herself up for this. She could do this! It wouldn’t be as hard as she was psyching herself out for it to be. It was just talking after all. She was good at talking. The only difference in this would be that she batted her eyelashes a little and seemed interested in everything he talked about, touching him every once in a while. Apparently that was a big part of it. Touching. It was weird. Kinsley didn’t really like to be touched unless it was a quick hug from a friend, or a handshake when first meeting someone. She just wasn’t used to having people close enough to her for them to have the right to touch her more often than every once in a while.

She pulled her attention back to Damon who handed her a drink. Even though she knew she shouldn’t drink very much, she was pretty sure the alcohol would numb her nerves more than a quick pep talk from someone, much less herself. She took a large sip through the straw and walked towards a corner of the bar area where people were less crowded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man wearing all black. She turned towards him, and noticed that it was him. She felt more relieved than she thought she would when she saw Remy’s blonde hair and blue eyes trained on her and the Ellis boy. She gave him a quick smile and sat on a bar stool a few yards away.

Now not only was she giving a performance for Damon, but also for Remy and herself. Now she had to make Damon believe she was interested otherwise she would fail herself and her friend. She took another big gulp of her drink and waved over the bartender. “Another?” she asked since she was nearly done with her drink. It actually made her feel a little good. A lot better than she had been before drinking it. What had that been, anyways? She’d need to remember it for next time, if there ever was one.

Kinsley smiled at his question .Of course there wasn’t a single thing other than him bringing her to the club. Not only was the scene repulsive, the music was too loud, the people were too close to each other, and they needed to get rooms for half of the “dance” moves they were doing. Morally repugnant is what it was. She’d rather go to a museum or an art show. At least there people weren’t groping and grinding and eating each other’s faces off. As she looked around, she grew aware of the people around her. The subtle differences in some. The violet eyes, the way some looked at others with hungry eyes, and even one who barely clutched to a glass as he drank through a straw carefully. It was hard not to want to investigate them or at least take a closer look at the ones who she knew were supernaturals. The place was crawling with them. If she were to ever come here again, it would be to do just that.

“No, not really,” she smiled, looking back into his blue eyes. “I just decided that it was time to explore Manuka. I just moved here a few weeks ago,” she said. She remembered what Remy had told her about not giving out any information about herself. Since she had lived here her entire life, it wasn’t true. She had actually come up with a good plan. Pretend like everything was new. Then he could fill in all the details for her. places he liked to go, people he knew or saw a lot. She would get him to eventually talk about his family, and then the real conversation would start.

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[damon]

LETS GET SOME GREEN

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Sex sober and sex drunk were two different rides. He wasn’t sure at this point which was going to happen here if he was able to coax the woman in front of him to head back to his place. Damon was pretty set. This was the girl of the night. How could she not be with that kind of body just tormenting him with every step she took. Beautiful golden curls were resting on her shoulders and all he could think about was his own hand tangled in her hair. That was one of his favorite moves. Almost everyone he met loved to have their hair played with. Sometimes on occasion, the woman would twist her hand into his hair, and that would just drive Damon up the wall. He loved it as much as anyone else did. His eye glanced over at her hand this time, seeing the delicate fingers wrapping around the glass carefully as she drank. It was the details that no one else seemed to notice that Damon paid attention to the most.

Despite his outlook on details, he didn’t seem to notice the Cajun that was staring him down at the back of his skull. He wasn’t even aware, and the man had done that on purpose. He made sure he was at an angel where he was just another man on the sidelines, drinking and chatting politely to whoever came over. As far as Damon was concerned, the man was just another dude that was fishing just like he was. If he had a chance to look at the stranger, Damon would have recognized him at once as the bloody Cajun, but all of his focus was on her. Every once in a while, his eyes would dart over to a man that had also noticed his catch. With that, it was an excuse to look at her and smile to show that this was a sure thing for Damon. And Damon only. One of the hardest parts of picking out someone that was as perfect as him was the hyenas searching to steal when he wasn’t looking.

She drank pretty quickly through the straw, which made Damon smile with great satisfaction. She might as well put up a sign on herself that said ‘take me I’m free’. He didn’t feel like working exceptionally hard tonight (though he would if he had to, but not having to was such a nice bonus). Who wanted to work hard if they didn’t have to? His eyes peered at her as she asked for another, smiling widely now, ”So I was right on the type of drink?” Of course Damon was right. In what world was Damon Ellis going to be wrong? But it was nice to show that he thought he may mess up a few times. He wasn’t really in the worry of messing most things up. The only thing he was cautious about was when it was exceptionally touchy girls he had to step across like broken glass. Nothing seemed touchy about her so far. She seemed open. Not too chatty. Which was always a good sign. Damon had his own drink so that he was able to liquor himself up a little bit.

Oh a newcomer. Excellent. There was a very small chance that she was new around here and had a boyfriend along her side. If she did, they would mostly likely be there together no questions asked. Damon would have already been approached with force. If anything else, she could have been mad at him and looking for revenge. Any other way, this was going to turn in his favor. How hard he was going to work was assumed and subject to change, but he was set. ”Oooh, you want a fresh new experience then?” He asked, and with a very flirty smooth tone added, ”I can show you the best experience, for sure.” Damon was putting it on pretty strong and hard, and at this point, now was time for a line to soften it up for a little bit. Men could take it strong, but women (no matter who they were) usually couldn’t take it that hard. The only person who did manage that was… he blinked a couple of times, wondering how the hell Rosabella came into his mind at a time like this. Huh. Weird. Getting that quickly out of his mind for the purpose it was freaking him out, he added, ”I’ve been here my whole life. So if you’re looking for the tour guide, you found him.” Little softer. Gave her time to think about both of the propositions. Would he show her around the city if she ever so wanted to? Probably. Damon wasn’t completely heartless. It would just be a different atmosphere. Believe it or not, the guy had female friends he actually hadn’t slept with before. Wither this woman would be one or not was doubtful, but possible.

He found himself in one of the long chairs in the corner, spreading himself out for the lots of room he required. Damon thought he was a lot bigger than he was. Men taller or larger than him (in muscle mass) seemed to really intimidate and piss him off. Looking now, he looked like the biggest dude in the joint as long as he had the look to him. Man, he would have made a fucking good jock. If only they weren’t all pussy little girls hiding behind football pads. The bad boy figure probably came with his leather jacket and his tendency to look on the darker side of things. Still, who knew Damon Ellis had been more of the outcast trouble maker in high school?

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

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Kinsley was beginning to feel a little less nervous as the time slowly went on. Once she got a little tiny bit more alcohol in her system, she would be good to go. It was all about confidence, and that was something that was almost impossible to fake. She did have the confidence to believe she was pretty enough for Damon to want to sleep with because he had come right up to her and tried wooing her. The only thing she was remotely worried about was her not getting him to talk about his family. Even if she did, she would have to somehow remember everything and relay the message and information back to Damon. She was good with memorizing stories and stuff, but facts were a bit different. It was one reason history was such a hard subject for her. she needed teachers to tell her stories, not just give her dates on what happened.

Once the liquor was running through her veins, she felt much more comfortable around him. This wouldn’t be as hard as she had made it out to be. They were just two people talking, right? Except for the fact that this whole situation was a setup and Kinsley was a hunter trying to get information about his firetamer family that was actually pretty true. She just wouldn’t mention all of that, and he would be talking in no time. Kinsley might have to get more alcohol into him and would probably have to dance with him, but that was alright. She liked dancing enough that it wouldn’t seem difficult. She was actually pretty good at it, too. She might not be as good as Kimmi, but that girl had had much more practice. Hell, she could probably do it professionally—and not the stripper kind either. Kimmi could probably be a real dancer. Kinsley had gotten a few pointers and tips from her as time went on, and she was glad to have a friend who knew how to move so well.

She took another sip of her beverage then looked at Damon with a smirk. “It was perfect actually. How’d you know I’d like it so much?” she asked trying to boost his already high ego. Remy had told her about how highly Damon thought of himself. It was like he was the greatest thing in the world and no one could ever change that. He was never wrong, and he was the handsomest of them all. It was too bad she hadn’t thought of him that way when they first met. He didn’t give off the vibe of the complete douche she had pictured. And he was pretty good looking. Even more so now that she was a little tipsy. She hoped that drinking this much was going to bite her in the but later… but she should be fine, right? She had Remy here, and he told her he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. She doubted that he would ever let her get into bed with a firetamer, much less Damon Ellis. Remy seemed to hate him more than the rest or something. Kinsley wondered if Damon would be the first one he killed. Then again, that might not be the smartest thing because he would be the easiest to get information out of—if he was right about that in the first place.

Kinsley could feel her head starting to spin a little like it usually did when she drank, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought. She could still think clearly, and she would still be able to go through with the mission. Kinsley giggled when Damon said that he could give her the best experience, and she put her hand on his forearm. “I’m sure you could give me the “best experience”, but how do you know I want you to?” she raised her eyebrows as she toyed with him. Somehow she didn’t even have to think about the words before they spilled out. She was surprised, but hid it by taking a fake sip of her drink. She had had enough now that she didn’t need any more to feel that she could do this. And if she were to have any more she might get too drunk to go through with it. It was safer this way, and that was one thing Kinsley was. Safe.

Kinsley smiled and asked, “So what’s it like? Manuka I mean. Is it fast paced or is it kind of slow and boring? I haven’t quite figured that out yet.” She actually liked Manuka. It was fast at times, and others were slower and easier. It all depended on the time of day and where you were. Usually downtown was busy more than the outskirts where she lived. It was nice being away from most of the chaos, but also being able to drive there within ten minutes was good, too.

When they arrived at the couches and seats, she figured they’d just sit together and talk. But instead, he took up most of the seat, and the only other place was directly next to him, in the corner, and in the dark. She looked back to find Remy to see if she should sit in the dark, but it seemed he had gone back into the shadows without a trace. Damn he was too good at that sometimes. It was scary how easily he could disappear. Still, she needed to do something other than just sit there. Damon didn’t seem too harmless, so she opted to sit next to him. She kept her legs out in the dimmed light enough so that Remy would know she was alright.

“So is the darkest corner of this place where you take all the girls or just the special ones?” she asked raising her eyebrow, not that he could even see her face.

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[damon]

LETS GET SOME GREEN

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Damon would say one thing- it was zero fun for someone if they were sober but the partner of the night was drunk. How guys could let the girl drink up while they sat there and still have the best time of their lives was beyond him. He liked to have the mutual feeling. It was a little harder to get Damon drunk that it was to get her, so this was going to be a problem. Damon didn’t want to spend his entire night drinking up something for the purpose to see if he could reach her level. By he got there, she’d be passed out. Which meant the only solution was the one in his pocket, which should make him batshit crazy. So it probably wasn’t the best ideas to mix some sort of powdered drug into an alcoholic drink, but it didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before. It just put some sort of spice on top of being drunk that he couldn’t imagine. The problem was he was going to have to put it in his drink when she was looking away or had left. He would have done it in front of her, but women always seemed to freak out (well everyone did in general) when he did something like that, so he tended to avoid it.

So for the sake of his night, he was going to have to find the right moment to just easily slip it in his drink. He was staring at the colorful drink (not remembering what he had ordered or what taste was in his mouth) as he was thinking all of this. Yes, go for the colorful drink. Because that made the most sense. Damon, was none the less, a bit of an airhead sometimes. It was the main reason he thought he was so perfect. His mind just tended to look over everywhere else except the mirror staring right back at him. He felt if there were a mirror he were close to, he would end up staring at it all the time. Not even on purpose. ”I’m just that good dollface.” He told her, using his usual nickname. Some people were really offended by it for some reason. It was just a name. People needed to lighten up a lot more. ”You couldn’t have found a more perfect man for the job.” For anything really. It was impossible for someone to be more perfect than someone who was already one hundred percent. That was just stupid.

Her next comment made him pause for a moment. What? There wasn’t a hundred percent chance? Oh, damn. Still, it was a little bit of fun having to go and chase them down. It made the outcome so much more rewarding. Damon didn’t’ like to chase for too long (and some days he actually didn’t want a chase at all) but this wasn’t the night for that. Looking at her, he knew that he could really work for her if he needed to. He should have known that a girl that perfect couldn’t just be placed right into the palm of his hand. No. She knew she was beautiful and she wanted to let him know that she knew. If Damon was a chick, he would be one fucking hot princess, and he would probably end up doing the same thing. Why not? Think about how much fun it would be. Damon smiled to himself as he thought of the possibilities. ”Because,” He told her confidently, ”I’m the best. Everyone wants the best. Why would someone settle for second if the best was right in front of them?” He asked. He wanted to take a sip out of his drink, but it was just going to annoy him if he drank it without anything else in it to accompany it.

The girl seemed so… he wasn’t sure how to put it. Not really innocent. No. Clearly she had enough experience to last her, but it was almost as if she was oblivious. Airheaded might not have been the right word as she was saying things much too clever like. That last comment would have ruined that impression. Maybe the word would have been more of a flirt or a teaser. It seemed like that. Just the smart teaser who was looking for a good time and perhaps if Damon tried hard enough, he would be able to get her under his grasp. Just a couple of more drinks in her hand and she should have been set for all of it. He looked at the bartender, putting two fingers up and winking at him. The bartender knew him well enough to know it meant just keep filling her drink. Damon was going to have his powder, so he was okay. He wasn’t even sure what it was. Just that it worked.

Slow paced or boring? Damon thought about it. He had lived there his whole life. How he thought of the city. ”Depends where you are. Who you meet. Like me, I live a fast paced life here all my life.” He told her with a large smile. Really thinking about it, Damon did most of the things that other people were scared to do. For that, he considered himself brave, but considering the things he had indeed done, it probably wasn’t something to smile upon. He thought it was, but the general public didn’t seem to share his opinion. Which was dumb. As he moved to the spot he saw out, he didn’t notice how the man in black swiftly noticed their movement and went to go sit in a place where he could look without being noticed so off hand. Damon, of course, was just focusing on the blonde in front of him and the fact that he may have been able to slip his part of the drink in for himself right about then. He felt he was just as good drunk sober so it didn’t matter on that bit at all. ”The special ones.” He lied with a glowing smile. It was his job to make them feel special even if they weren’t. Though he did have to say she was pretty damn special. Looking on her again, he’d have to say pretty damn special indeed.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

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So far she was pretty sure she was doing alright. The firetamer didn’t seem to notice her lack of experience. It seemed that Remy had done exactly the right job and had taught her how to flirt. It was wonderful knowing she wasn’t a failure at it. She wanted to smile and jump up and down with happiness, but she knew if she got out of this little character she was portraying that it would be hard to get back into the mindset again. this calm, cool, and collected flirtatious person was someone she had never even thought he could be. It was a little weird, but she was getting more used to it as time went on. She wished she could be more like this in real life instead of the giggly sheltered girl she was. it was easy to let the world go by unnoticed when she was busy training to kill and protect herself from supernaturals. What was more difficult for her was trying to understand things like flirting and going out and drinking for fun. She just couldn’t understand why anyone would want to make their minds all fuzzy and uncontrollable on purpose when there were things out there that could so easily kill you… even if you weren’t drunk! She supposed every once in a while she could go out, but she would only ever do it with Remy or another hunter that could be her designated driver who could also protect her should something happen while she was tipsy.

Kinsley laughed. She didn’t know what she found so funny about being called doll face, but she couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped her lips. she felt kind of like she was back in the fifties. Then she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to be herself. She shouldn’t laugh at the compliment, so she sipped her drink. Actually, Kins was kind of freaked out by dolls. She had seen scary movies with dolls that came alive then murdered people, and it had scared the hell out of her since. Perhaps that was why she laughed. It was weird being referred to something that you feared. Kinsley set her drink down and smiled. “I’m sure I couldn’t have.” She easily stroked his already huge ego with ease. He would be easy to get to spill the beans on his family once she got to that point. He seemed so into himself that she could already picture herself getting all of the information out of him. she got this thrill out of it already, and she hadn’t even began.

It was funny to see his face when she questioned him. of course there were other attractive guys in the place. How could he not know this? Hell, Remy was standing just over… where was he now? Oh well, she didn’t want to look weird and crane her neck to look for him when she knew he would be pretty much a ghost. But still, he was in the club and he was more than qualified to be said to be attractive. The guy was gorgeous, but she never found herself stumbling on her words like she sometimes did when she saw someone so sexy. She just thought of him as more of a friend than anything, though who was to say they couldn’t be more? Then again, she didn’t know still if she could trust someone like him. Hunters would stab you in the back so quickly you wouldn’t know what had happened before they got a clean getaway. She just didn’t know what to think anymore, not that this was the greatest time to be thinking about things like dating a fellow hunter.

“You’re right,” she said and grinned. Who would settle for less than the best? He could probably be one of the only people that would ever be able to handle Kinsley when she got super angry. she became a fighter, someone who you wouldn’t want to mess with. When she got caught up in the moment, she forgot to think about consequences which lead to her beating someone up more than they deserved. She hated making people suffer if she could help it. She didn’t like being played, and she sure as hell didn’t like being teased. If someone pissed this hunter off, they were sure to get set straight. Just because she looked all cute and innocent didn’t mean that she couldn’t kick your ass up and down the street until you begged for mercy.

Since she had lived here all her life, she knew that different parts of the city were livelier than others. Her side of town, which was on the outskirts, was much quieter than the center of the city. She would have hated living in the middle of the city because of all the noise and ruckus. She would never be able to sleep and would always think that something bad was going to happen. Where she was now, she was at peace every night and slept like a rock. “Do you ever get tired of it?” she asked. She was sure he would say yes, but then again he would probably lie even if he did get tired of always going out.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she said with a smirk. “But thanks,” she didn’t really know why or on what grounds she was thanking him for. Maybe because he had insinuated that she was special. Still, every girl was probably special to him, so it didn’t really mean anything. Still, she had never been called special before, so she did think it was charming. She smiled sweetly at him with adoring eyes. Oh no… she thought. She was actually falling for his crap. Kinsley hadn’t noticed Damon slip something into his drink. She was too busy trying to act like a normal girl out on the town to notice him tamper his drink. When she picked it up, she had thought it was her own until after she tasted it. It wasn’t bad though so she said, “Oh wow. What is this?” and took another sip. If she was going to be able to focus, she shouldn’t be drinking more, but knowing that she had believed that load of crap forced her to take another drink. Little did she know that she was being drugged accidentally in the process.

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[damon]

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Yep, she was defiantly a teaser. There was no doubt about it the more she talked. It was as if she knew that she could toy with him a little bit. Damon wasn’t the giant fan of being toyed with, but if there was a little toying, he could put up with it. It was all worth it in the end. The worse toying was when they lead him on, thinking that he was going to get something special, and then backtracked at the very end. Oh, it just left his heart broken to bits. Bitches. That didn’t happen very often as one might have thought though. In his mind what happened was they had planned to just tease and leave him, but got talking to Damon and realized how amazingly wonderful he was that they decided to for once, take a shot at him. Thinking the worse thing he could do is set me free. Oh yes, Damon liked to twist his words to make it sound like he could do whatever they wanted when it was for his own personal gain. He should have been a fucking politician. He would have won president by now. Was she… giggling? Eh, he ignored it. She seemed to recover quickly.

Oh god, the ego feeder. His favorite. Well Damon didn’t really get this way on his own. After breaking up with Giselle, he went out and saw how many people really did notice him now that the bad boy was single. There was a lot of women who liked the bad boys. Reasons he actually couldn’t understand but didn’t complain about. Really, bad boys in relationships were horrible cheaters, smokers, didn’t give a fuck about anything. What they wanted was a bad boy look that they felt they could change. But that wasn’t really a very good bad guy now was it? Either way, he shouldn’t have been analyzing it too much. Damon analyzed in the beginning when he was still trying to figure out the world ( you know… three years ago). Now he decided that thinking was pointless. It had always been pointless. Look at the man now. He practically failed his high school but still managed to live freely. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. Sometimes it was even a who he wanted.

No, she really couldn’t have. At least she knew it. Or took his word for it. Or was just saying things. Any way you put that, it made for a very happy Damon. What would make him even happier was if she would just turn around for two fucking seconds. Don’t’ get him wrong, he understood the lust that came with wanting to stare at him all day like a movie star or celebrity, but this drink thing needed to happen. It wasn’t as if he was drugging her. He was drugging himself. Perfectly acceptable. Guys who drugged girls were serious desperate mother fuckers. Couldn’t get a girl on their own sober, they shouldn’t be girl hunting. It was gross. Disgusting. Plus, this was a pretty high dose. He wasn’t sure what would happen to her. No, this was a good Damon size. Being a heavy weight sucked sometimes. He had to do what he had to do. There was no question about it.

Like being right. There was no question about that either, but he did like to be acknowledged for his useful information. Who needed to know where the country of Europe was when you knew you were the best anyway. ”I got to tell you… I don’t hear that coming from a woman’s lips very often.” For some reason, they were all reluctant to say ‘you’re right.’ Two silly words that seemed to mean so much. Since he was always right, it was very frustrating when the person he was talking to didn’t seem that way. They always made the stupidest excuses. Tried to twist his words so that he was wrong. Or seemed wrong, though he knew the truth. There was quite a bit that Damon did but one of them wasn’t admitting when he was wrong. Honestly, his entire little slogan in life was to regret nothing. Do whatever he wanted. That couldn’t have a point of being wrong, could it? She seemed to appreciate it. Man, she was just the golden find of the night. Fuck yes. Damon just couldn’t be any better than this!

The answer came at once, seeing as he already thought a little bit about his answer before. ”Nah. Not everyone can survive this city, but it’s in my blood. I’d be bored out of my mind if I lived in the country.” He told him, itching to go for his drink, but deciding that he needed to dissolve as much as he could in the drink. It would be quicker and hopefully more spread out. It didn’t occur to him that it was the same amount just in more liquid. The way Damon thought it, there was less in the bigger glass. The man wasn’t very high on his class ranking. She seemed smart. Not in the rub it in your face say big ass words just to impress smart, but she seemed to sense what a lair line that was. He had to give her credit for that. ”Well you are indeed special no matter what theory you have.” See, that much was true, he thought it himself. Damon tended to blend a lot of the girls in the same category, but there were higher ranking categories than others. She was up there with some of the pros. Oh- ha, not paying attention. With what had to be the swiftest movement, his hand slid over the glass and the powder dissolved instantly. Ah, now here it was- wait, wait, she was picking it up. Damon looked over at the other glass and saw the darker liquid and remembered for the first time what he ordered. Which meant.

Oh fuck.

Damon watched in slow motion as the drink moved past her lips. This wasn’t like… roofies. It had a hint of flavor. Not bad though. And it hadn’t seem like she drank that drink very often. His eyes widened as it was too late for any action to be taken. Oh shit, she liked it. He just hoped to god she wasn’t a light weight, so it wouldn’t affect her as much as it might have had to someone else that didn’t go to parties very often. ”It’s…” What did he order her again? He looked at the colorful liquid and made up the first fruit that came into mind, ”Fresh strawberry something or more.” He said, acting almost dazed and confused as he watched her take that drink. The man that was in the room that Damon hadn’t noticed (especially now since he realized how fucked he was) had indeed noticed something. He moved in closer, to get a better view, but waiting a little bit longer. Just to hear what was going on in the conversation to make sure things wouldn’t become dangerous, not knowing that point was passed.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

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Kinsley would definitely never intentionally tease a man unless it was this kind of situation where she had to coax the man to talk to her. She had been told that he would squeak about anything if he knew that it would get her closer into the sack with him. She intended fully to leave him wanting more and getting nothing but disappointment at the end of the night. For her this interaction was nothing more than a business arrangement that Damon had no clue even existed. But in her mind everything she was doing was just a way to get this boy to talk. If her tactics didn’t work like planned, then that was her fault. But she wasn’t leaving this club without some decent information on the Ellis family that they had yet to collect.

She liked to think that she was doing a good enough job so far, and Remy hadn’t come out of the shadows to bring the mission to a sudden end. So that meant that everything was going well, for now at least. She smiled at Damon again and tried to make him think even more highly about himself. She was sure that he would enjoy the compliments. She would have gone as far to compliment him on his spectacular muscle tone, but she cut short of that and decided to save it for later if she needed it. She figured that could be a last resort kind of thing. “Wel that’s because you haven’t been with me,” she said to his comment. She gave him a wry smile and crossed one long, slender leg over the other and leaned forward a little to lean her elbows on her knees. She didn’t realize t, but her hand had reached out and touched his knee softly. By the time she realized that she had done it, she was already squeezing it a little. Without a look of panic (which she was doing in her mind) she pulled her hand back and set it on her own lap. Kinsley bit her lip in nervousness, but made it pass as innocent enough. She hoped that she didn’t give off the vibe that she was nervous, but more so that she was flirting. That was good. You did it without even thinking. So that means you aren’t terrible at flirting. she said in her mind. Then she realized that she had actually flirted with Damon a little and her eyes grew wide for a split second.

How was it that she could suddenly flirt with this firetamer when she could barely do it with Remy without feeling completely ridiculous? Kinsley supposed that he just had a way about him that made it easier to open up. A lot of people had that quality, so it was possible. It was still so odd to think about. So instead, she took a drink.

And then she saw her opening. “What do you mean it’s in your blood? Does your entire family live in Manuka?” she asked with a small laugh as if she couldn’t believe such a statement even though she knew it was very much the truth. It was insane how gigantic the Ellis clan was. Family members upon family members crawled around the city of Manuka and acted as if they owned the whole damn city. They were pieces of work if you asked her, but powerful ones that could get away with it. Her hope was that they could break down that power, if not remove it completely. She knew that it was going to take a lot of work and even more time, but she was willing to sacrifice both for the good cause.

Keeping humans safe was her calling in life. While she hoped that she could one day have an actual job, she knew it wasn’t realistic. So running some credit card scams were in her past and let’s face it, even her present, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t one day have a real job that she got an actual paycheck for. Her dad managed it well enough, and so could she. What Kinsley really wanted to be was a pharmacist, but she didn’t have the brains for it. So she would settle for being a teacher if it could ever happen. She still needed a few credits at the University, but she was nearly there. When she finally got this Ellis business out of her way, she thought going back to school would be a good idea. She could take just a little break for herself after all of this work. She thought that she would have deserved it by then.

She smiled sincerely at Damon. “That’s sweet then, Damon.” Kinsley licked her lips and downed her—or rather Damon’s drink. Kinsley hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Damon drugging himself. She would have never drugged anyone, much less herself, so the thought of the matter completely slipped her mind. She was pretty sure that her lips felt a little tingly, but she wrote it off as the alcohol working in her system. With his confused look, she frowned a little. “Oh, it was good. I’ll get you another one since I drank yours,” she laughed and went to the bar. When she got to the bar, she looked around for Remy. He was still nowhere to be found. Kinsley thanked that bartender and walked back to Damon. This time she sat closer to him than she had been before. “Here you go,” she said as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

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Damon was just certain this was because of his knowledge of women, but he got the vibe that she didn’t actually say ‘you’re right’ a lot. The woman seemed confident. Independent. A sexy fox. All of those descriptions were acceptable to him. None of those really spelled out the ‘giving up easily’ kind of part. Which meant there was going to be a fun game later. The unannounced game that he had with every dominate women. He liked to call it ‘who was going to bend first’. Just the teasing foreplay and the taunting each other until one of them just begged. Damon had only done that… twice? Three times? All three of those times, no one could have possibly won over those girls in that game. Looking and judging this one in front of him, he was certain he was going to win the game. Oh, yes, it would take a little longer than perhaps some of the others, but he could triumph. Especially since she seemed so fascinated with him. But who isn’t?

She probably played hard to get with everyone else. Yet, with Damon. He saw this. Teaser or not. He saw it. Damon wasn’t as worried about his words anymore. He’d tell her anything that popped into his head as if they were having a regular conversation. Probably even more so because clearly she was interested in what was going on in his mind. Too many questions were told to him to say anything else. Most guys might have used a line similar too ‘mistake I’ll learn not to make twice’ but he thought that was a stupid line. Sure, Damon might call her and put her in his black book, but honestly, this was probably going to be a one nighter thing. She didn’t seem like a friends with benefits. More one nighter. Damon, being the expert, could really tell. He had never been wrong before. Except the times that didn’t count, but other than that. ”So in a bunch, you’re quite the honest woman.” He teased, although he was curious. Honest women didn’t mean really much. Unless they were psycho. But… that was entirely different. One was just fine while the other one was bat shit crazy. Which was only acceptable if they were drinking half the bar.

Oh man. The knee. Damon loved this move. He wasn’t sure what it was about the simplest grip, but it shook his leg a little bit. It was almost like a dog getting scratched on a head, but with a completely different meaning. He saw how casual she made it seem, though for a split second, she almost looked surprised. Surprised in herself? Yes, that seemed to happen. Damon worked wonders sometimes. It was a wonder that he was still as humble as he was. ”Oh, are we skipping to contact already?” A little ironic since generally Damon liked to move as quickly as possible. Foreplay was a little different but all this little chatting and flirting after a while was really nothing but teasing. Strictly teasing. The toy issue he was thinking about earlier.

The girl was going to find out about the Ellis’ eventually. Most people did, supernatural or not. Even if they didn’t understand why the family was so powerful, the population knew not to mess with them. As soon as the last name came to others, they were very impressed with Damon. It was like being a celebrity in the city. Although Damon would have probably done that on his own anyway. Just from humping half the population. That tended to happen. You know what Damon regretted? Nothing. For the blonde to ask something like that almost made him laugh. Entire family living there. Dominating. Who said that firetamers weren’t the superiors? As soon as this war ended, he was sure the supernatural would fight among who should lead with themselves. Everyone knew his opinion. ”Every single one of them. Probably within the same damn radius.” That part may not have been fully true, but it might as well have been. Damon purposefully went on the bad side of town to try to get away. Plus, there was more access to stuff. Instead of having to drive through the central part and then to a dark hidden corner, he could skip to the corner part.

So, now what? Did Damon tell her what was going on? Oh god no, she’d kill him. Reporting to the police maybe, but he could certainly handle that. That had happened more times than he could count. He was sure the cops were sitting and going ‘damn, the Ellis’ boys apartment again?’ or something among those lines. It was the he was going to die part. Well not technically but if she figured this shit out, there was no way he was getting laid. Which might as well been the death of him. Though he supposed depending how the drugs worked on her, he may still. This was going to be interesting. Like watching some plot unwind in front of him. He mostly stared trying not to panic. As she left, he put his hands over his head and took a couple of deep breaths. What happened- happened. Maybe it would be better. Who knew what sort of ravishing raw sexual girl came out of this. See? He was always positive. When she came back, he took the drink in his hand and wondered if he should drug it, but realizing all of his content went into hers. Damn. Least he wouldn’t double dose her. ”Hey now, you didn’t need to do that.” He told her, noticing the closer contact. With that, he leaned a bit. ”You’re not following the right procedure missy.” He teased, not helping but to look over at the glass she had drank from once again. He was so fucked.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

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Kinsley had never thought that she would be able to do this. If she hadn’t ad Remy here with her tonight, she didn’t know that she could. She could feel his presence and that in itself made her feel alright. It was Damon that made her a little nervous. She could tell that he wasn’t the smartest person in the world, but he wasn’t a complete moron either. No idiot could make a girl feel this comfortable so quickly, could he? And Kinsley felt safe here. Not just from Remy, but the fact that she now knew that Damon wouldn’t hurt her—couldn’t actually, made her feel better and more open to the idea of getting slightly more drunk, but just tipsy enough to loosen up the left over nerves she felt. The only reason that she figured Damon couldn’t hurt her was the fact that she could tell that he was a little cocky and that would get him in trouble in fights.

Kinsley knew where her strengths and weaknesses were and she played her strengths so well that it was harder for people to find her weaknesses and use them against her. One of Damon’s just so happened to be the vagina and Remy had figured that out so easily that they were already here and using against him without him having any knowledge of it. And that was another of his weaknesses: his stupidity. Kinsley didn’t discriminate; it was just a fact. Just like it was a fact that Kinsley had a weakness for kind people and the use of guns. She had always been better with a knife. She felt naked without her knife tucked in her boot. She tried to conceal one tonight, but this dress was so tight that it would be obvious. And she couldn’t wear her boots because they would look hideous with this dress.

“Yeah, you could say that,” she replied and smiled before sipping a little more of her drink. Kinsley had always been an honest woman, especially to the people she loved. She hated liars and cheaters, and she couldn’t stand quitters either. But family and friends were there for her, so she treated them with the same respect that they treated her. Damon seemed to be a nice enough guy, but he was part of one of the biggest supernatural families in this entire city and she couldn’t have him running around running his mouth about a hunter like her. She couldn’t be honest in that department or she’d probably get found out and then they’d have a battle royal on their hands and she wasn’t about to let that happen. This place was too crowded and the risk of someone here getting hurt, or worse killed, was too great. This was where Kinsley found herself grateful that Damon was a firetamer and not an immortal or else he would be able to read her mind and then everything would have gone to crap and their entire plan ruined.

Kinsley could feel him shaking his leg a little and she could only take it that he liked it. She had never felt someone so hot in her life. His leg felt like an oven. But she couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t nice and hell, a little comforting. She hated to admit it, but Kinsley liked the way he felt. But she had to remind herself that he was probably half the man that Remy or Sawyer was and that he was a playboy who knew how to make women feel safe. Her guard was up still though she didn’t have trouble making it seem like she was open for anything. Kinsley began to pull her hand away and smirked, trying to pull herself back from the surprise she had just felt. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Damon finally began talking about his family with her and she couldn’t help but look interested. They were talking about the Ellis clan for God’s sake, how could she not be interested in his every word. And every single one of them was here in Manuka. It almost seemed too good to be true. They wouldn’t have to exit their city to go after the powerful family, but instead would only have to keep very low profiles so that people didn’t find out about them. It was good, but also bad in that Manuka was still only a city. She would probably have to leave town after a few were killed just so they didn’t catch on and find her. Kinsley knew how to disappear. Her dad had taught her at an early age how to fall off the grid, and she wouldn’t have much of a problem with it since she didn’t have a real job here and Sawyer could look after her house and two pets while she was gone. “Wow,” she said very interestedly. “How many of you are there?” she wondered and sat back in the comfortable seat. She crossed her leg over the other and let it rest against Damon’s without even thinking about it.

Kinsley’s lips felt tingly and she licked them. They felt a little swollen somehow, but she tried not to think about it. She was closer to him than she had been before and felt him lean in closer to her. “Sure I did,” she said in a low voice. It would have been rude not to anyways, and that was just something that Kinsley was never. She bit her bottom lip again and looked sideways at Damon. “I’m not?” she asked and put her hand back on his knee, this time not looking surprised at herself at all. Her body felt looser somehow, and she could feel herself leaning into him. She cleared her throat a little and asked, “What are the proper procedures?”

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[damon]

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Not honest women didn’t bother him all that much. He shouldn’t have been asking for the same thing he himself couldn’t provide properly. Because he was Damon. At the same time, in his eyes, there was nothing that they could really not be honest about. Being a hunter, maybe. But Damon thought he was too badass to let that happen. Maybe a cop. But what would a cop want with Damon? They weren’t that smart. Then there were the hunter cops. That was just a disaster. He wondered how they even functioned. Damon had a really bad habit of under crediting those he really should have been worrying about. There had only been a couple of times where he even had to run from a hunter. Each time equaled a success. That had to be enough for the rest of the hunters to look among each other and say ‘gee, that Damon Ellis is just too good to catch’ Or maybe he just didn’t care. Which made him dangerous.

He used to care. Caring was really exhausting. Most of the problems he had was because he was doing the whole caring thing. It was easier not to. Not to say he was evil or all that shit. No, Damon felt that though he had selfish tendencies, he never really bothered anyone else around him. Most of the things he did ended up backfiring in his own face. The only enemies he had were the ones that were way too jealous of Damon to be able to hold a conversation with him. Plus, that spotlight was his special thing. He craved attention. The attention was given to him by just being himself, which was simple enough. He just liked to show himself. So when other people were taking the attention he craved away, it was a walking disaster. That would be the only other exception to the rule that he could think of. See? Nothing big. All this, he would have never guessed Kinsley was the person she was.

The woman seemed surprised. She didn’t seem to understanding the teasing hint he had on him. She seemed… surprised? Oh right, most men probably would have attacked her. See how much self-control Damon had? He was the master of self-control, lucky for this beautiful woman. Maybe it was just the easy way he had told her. He didn’t know. All he did know was that it needed to be seriously clarified. ”Calm yourself down dollface. Me moving too fast is quite impossible.” Which was also a little bit of a lie. Sure, hookups. Nothing as too fast. Asking for marriage and if Damon would have their babies was a little too fast. Too fast, in fact, that Damon had set up a plan in case that would ever happen to him. The plan was simple- book it and run. Take a pair of clothes. Take his weed. Take his bottle. He was set to go. He wouldn’t come back until he discovered from a source that stayed in town said otherwise.

What he wanted didn’t matter most of the time. Wait- correction. He did most of the things he did to get what he wanted in the end. It was more of all the frisky little details didn’t matter to him as much. Just as long as he got there. It would be nice if he could lay out the details, but Damon was a very tolerate person that tolerated just about everything that came his way. He was such a nice guy. Really more people should have been like him. How could people actually turn to dislike him? Poor souls. He felt sorry for them. Watching Kinsley carefully, he heard her phrase and thought of it curiously. What he wanted to do. Well of course he knew what he wanted to do (or in her phrase of questioning, more of what he didn’t want to do). But for her to say that was extremely curious. It was all about him, but he gave a little to her. She threw it right back at him. This was so easily put. She was like a free hooker. It didn’t seem like she was giving in a lot. Just liked to tease here and there. Oh there was that part of him drugging her, but this color seemed to suit her well.

People were pretty fascinated by the Ellis family. But no one really asked questions. Like the godfather. Everyone was really interested in what he did because it involved someone exciting, but those that asked were likely to get killed for being a little too curious. Not to say his family was tracking that sort of thing, but the Ellis really didn’t like being investigated. Damon was pretty sure that they would sell out or stab anyone in the back if it came for family welfare. Which he had mixed feelings about. On one hand, family was important. Probably the only thing Damon valued. Yet, on the other hand, stabbing the wrong person in the back was going to end up getting all of them killed anyway. Still, it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t even seem to know who the Ellis family was. So very hesitantly, laughing almost in a nervous way (but it was Damon who never got nervous), ”Let’s see… a lot? To give you a perspective, I’m the second of four siblings and our family is fifth in line.” Bottom of the totem pole. Which really upset Damon, but what the fuck was he going to do about it?

Oh god, there were too many types of drunks and highs for him to tell. Sometimes, the person was just about the same with different side effects. Damon was always fun, but when he smoked in his room, he suddenly became slower, but still fun. Watching her suddenly transform to a more elegant sexy lady was now more like a hot mess. And yes, he loved it. Hot messes were his favorite. Fuck elegance. It would have worked if you were from the 1900s or something. Wasn’t everyone from the 1900s dead anyway? Yeah, 2000 people were much better. Still, she was straight up licking her lips. She was leaning in. Hand on his knee. Damon smiled largely, ”I buy you the drinks. You sit down and smile at me. I lean in and kiss you. Then we go at it like two animals the way nature intended.” It was a good line. He had no idea what it meant, but it seemed to make sense to other women when he said it. With this being said, he got closer to her. Didn’t want to jump the gun, but Damon didn’t have all night. Maybe the drugs would spin in his favor.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

one look puts the rhythm in my hand

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Kinsley didn’t know how to put this, but she was feeling very out of the ordinary. She felt her lips tingling and her tongue felt like it was going a little numb. But she had barely drunk barely anything yet, so it couldn’t have been the alcohol. Maybe she was just feeling things that weren’t even there. Who knew? Well Kinsley surely didn’t and didn’t want to ruin her chance at getting a load of information from Damon so quickly. So she kept herself as flirty as possible and tried to remember everything Remy had taught her without looking like she was trying to hard. And it really wasn’t as hard as she had thought it would be since the alcohol had loosened her up a bit. She felt that she could be very good at this whole flirting thing as long as she didn’t think about every little thing that she was doing like she had when she was at the diner with her fellow hunter. It felt more relaxed and smoother than she thought it could and she liked that she was finally getting into the groove.

Ew, she didn’t like being called doll face. It sounded so weird coming out of Damon’s mouth, but she smiled instead of giving him the grimace that she felt on the inside. She figured he would be more of the “baby” or “babe” or “sweetheart” more than freaking “doll face” I mean he was Damon Ellis, not some fifties gangster. Kinsley let it slide though since she really needed to keep him interested in her. she didn’t want someone better looking than her to come waltzing in and try to steal him away from her when he was very valuable right now and Kinsley would put up a fight albeit a verbal one. Still, she wouldn’t give up easily and Kinsley was good with her words when she absolutely needed to be. Persuading people came naturally to her. it was a Duval trait that had come her way fortunately. Kinsley had been told a few times that she’d be a good car salesperson because she could be so slick and could get people to agree to things they had originally said flat out no to. It was a gift.

Kinsley had always known of the Ellis family as well as the Sabrer, Way, Astor, and Dragos families. They were all very wealthy and very powerful, but there was very little actually known about them. The proof really laid within the family walls and only ever got out once you were a true part of their family, which Kinsley obviously was not nor would she ever be. So she could never truly know what it was like to be an Ellis or what it was like to be one of his kind. She did know, however, that there were both good and bad Ellis family members, even if they did call themselves dark. She knew for a fact that Darby Ellis was on the dark side, but was about the sweetest person she had ever met in her entire life and wouldn’t hurt a fly. She also knew that the man sitting in front of her was aligned with the dark side like the rest of his family but could honestly care less about the war and the fact that the Ellis family belittled the human race. He screwed humans all the time. He was even going for one tonight. But Kinsley didn’t really know about the rest of them. They were all mysterious creatures and she couldn’t help but wonder about their lives. They were pretty much the most powerful supernatural family in Manuka alone and yet no one knew hardly anything about them. She wanted to be the first to crack open the Ellis family for all to see—she wanted to help Remy take them down.

Kinsley’s eyes opened in true amazement. She already knew about who was siblings with whom and how many of them there were, but she never knew they had a line of heirs. It seemed like an old European way of doing things, having kings, their noblemen and knights then the peasants below them, who were of course humans. Kinsley raised her eyebrow at him and smiled sweetly. “What’re your siblings like?” she asked showing how interested she was. “My brother is about six feet tall and looks like me with short blond hair. And he’s mean as the devil. Are any of your siblings like that?” she said with a small giggle. Kinsley didn’t have any siblings at all. She was trying to connect better with him and by giving him something they had in common it would be easier to do.

Kinsley moved her thumb back and forth on his knee and looked into his gorgeous eyes with her own green ones. She bit her lip and laughed at the last part of his little plan to get her in bed, mostly because of the way he had said it, but partly because she knew it wasn’t going to happen. “It sounds like a good plan for me.” Kinsley licked her lips and moved her hand slightly up his thigh. Dear Lord she hoped that no one was watching because she would have felt uncomfortable. Well, other than Remy since she knew he was watching. It didn’t feel as bad as she thought, but if the whole place was looking at her, she’d probably stiffen up like a board and blow the whole thing.

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[damon]

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Maybe it was the drugs, but not a lot of people had been interested in his family the extensive way this pretty blonde seemed to be. But he wasn’t paying attention. Though if he had been paying attention, he would have noticed a couple of other little mistakes the girl had been making. Mistakes so small and minuscule that even someone not as airheaded as Damon wouldn’t have seen it. He would have seen the man that kept glancing over there and narrowing his eyes whenever Damon would do something that was completely like him. It would have occurred to him that he never introduced himself, yet, she knew his name. He always forgot to have names passed back and forth, so as far as he was concerned, they had exchanged names and he couldn’t remember what hers was. The beautiful blonde was good enough for him. It was easy for all the blondes to look the same, so the fact that she was so different really was lighting up the room. So everyone should be looking at the two beautiful in the room as far as he was concerned. Most women liked showing men off. He liked to be shown off.

He looked over at her, wondering how extensive this drug was going to kick in. It shouldn’t really kick in all at once. It worked through her system. It was faster than what would happen with alcohol, but pretty soon she was going to be nuts. He just hoped that he didn’t somehow overdose her. Talk about awkward. Not only awkward, but he was pretty sure that his night would be ruined too. Once they found that in her system and she was recalling she never took that, they were automatically going to blame him. Which was silly. Yes, he knew he did it, but they shouldn’t just go ahead and point fingers like they knew any better. Somehow he ended up being the bad guy in all of these situations and he didn’t like it. Damon Ellis was a lot of things, but he didn’t consider himself a bad person. Or a person with bad traits at all.

She seemed interested enough. He suppose he could talk a little bit about his family. Except his little sister. Damon had a particular soft spot that he wasn’t allowing himself to show anyone. It was his baby sister. Couldn’t blame him. ”None of mine are as mean as hell. Except for my oldest sister, but that’s because everyone gives her attention. There’s my twin. He’s got a girl and is crazy and shit.” He told her with a shrug, having to explain that in case she suddenly thought about some brother action. Damon remembered meeting Issy and teasing the girl about a threesome. Though that would never happen with Damon and Riley. That was just crossing the line- quite literally in ways he’d rather not have to explain or mention. Incest wasn’t really his thing. Believe it or not, there were some standards people could get from him. Not many, but some. Then Damon just started talking about most of his family and what they generally did and where. It was an easy conversation and he wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying. He was mostly focused on the unstable figure in front of him with a grand smile on his face.

His family, he decided though, weren’t all that interesting of people. There was no reason for them to be interesting. Or more interesting than him. It was curious how she did like to ask him about them, but he supposed it was a nice conversation go-getter. Damon was always wondering if he could technically get in trouble for going home with a girl that was intoxicated even though she was going to go home with him after this anyway. All this did really was speed up the process by which he was going to find himself over there. ”There are only a couple of things… my place or yours?” He asked. It was always better if they went to the women’s place. It was easier to leave and never see them again as well as she just feeling more comfortable in her environment. See, Damon thought of them too. It was important if he could please them as much as they pleased him. Or that wasn’t going to make it fun. He did this enough to where he knew what or whatnot to do. At least, that’s what he thought. The way she licked her lips, he perched an eyebrow and started to go in for the kill. He put a hand on her thigh, feeling the edge of her dress along with her skin. ”Did I tell you, you had amazing legs?” He asked, being able to feel it under his fingertips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a moving figure, but it happened so fast that he hadn’t gotten the chance to really notice. The figure moved to out of sight of Damon, but in sight of Kinsley. Remy had watched everything. He knew exactly what the Ellis did and should have been expecting it, to be quite honest. He waited a little longer so she could gain the information, but now the Ellis was starting to become a little more touchy. Remy also wasn’t sure if Kinsley knew she wasn’t entirely stable or not. He was trying to give her hints, but wasn’t sure how. He held a glass in his hand and tapped it with his finger, putting his other hand over it to indicate him putting something in it. He had no idea if she would get the hint that subtly, but he wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her. Just like he promised.

GET YOUR ASS UP

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