Tough Lover -Damon-

[dahlia]

Dahlia walked behind stage, being ordered to go on in two minutes. She ran her fingers through her long blond curly hair, it partially pushed up towards the top, but a few strands falling out loosely. Her make up was done perfectly, accenting every point well enough that she would not look out done from the people out in the audience. She was wearing a black corset that pushed up her bust, emphasizing her cleavage while she wore a short black skirt, lacey black panties, and knee length black boots. She pushed the beads aside, walking with her head held high, ready to dance one more time on the stage ahead of her. Her steps followed the music, her hips flowing rhythmically to the music as she just smiled, looking into the light that specifically shown on her, but all the other girls that danced accompanied her with their dancing.

“Ooh, oh yeah yeah
Oooh yeah yeah

I need a tough lover, yeah yeah yeah
I need a, a tough lover, woo
I need a, a tough lover, yeah yeah yeah
A tough lover, ooh yeah…”

She was one of the only women that could sing on all of the ladies that danced and she held her own stage, fighting for every moment. Soon, this whole experience would be over considering she would be moving back to Japan for a while. Not too many people knew that she worked both for the law firm and then took her nights here just to earn some extra money. Although, there had been a few that figured it out which was not hard. She was a popular lady, even more so among the supernatural creatures.

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NOTES: Yes I reused the title, but the song is used in this thread xD

[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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Interesting and shocking enough to everyone that was listening; Damon had never been to this place before. It was new, and before, didn’t even know that it was in exsistance. He figured that there was that old English looking pub thing and then the club. That had been it until the bartender tipped him off on this place. Stripper and dancer joint (and also warned him that Tuesdays were ladies night’s so no going around for Damon during those times) that was just around the corner. Oh how fucking perfect. He had taken his last drink, thanked the bartender, and went on his way. There was something else about it. Some play or something, but considering he had never even heard of the thing, it didn’t interest him in the least bit. All he wanted to do was find a girl. There had to be chicks there he didn’t even have to try hard for. It would be a nice refreshing recovery.

Damon walked in, looking around to see that it was basically almost like a very intense club. The difference was there was dancers everywhere and guys at the sidelines, whistling, hooting, and other things. He wanted to laugh at all of them, as that was no way to get their attention. Unless it was just praise for a performance. Either way, he didn’t care. There was fresh new blood here. Almost everyone that came at the club of daggers knew him very well. He spent almost every night there, so all the workers knew him by name, all the females winked and asked how he was doing, and guys knew not to mess with him or someone he found. Now there was people here he didn’t know. It was like gaining a fresh start. Which he actually liked doing, because a lot of it was showing off in a sense. He had to show off that he was the best in there. Let it start.

There was a particular stage that a lot of people were crowded around. With his curiosity, he peeked over to see what everyone was looking at to see some of the finest dancers there. One struck out to him a lot more than the others did. The others he could see, though dancing well, looked like they were trying, not missing a beat and sweating with the hard work they were putting in this to entertain. There was one that he noticed didn’t seem to be trying hardly at all. She flowed. The dance was so natural to her. Damon wasn’t sure how to describe it. It was almost as if she had been the one to come up with the dance in the first place. He sat back on the wall, tilting his head and watching her for moments longer. She sure did know how to move her body in a way that shivers just crawled up his spine. Delightful shivers of course.

Her light blonde hair danced with her while all the curves in her body shook and floated with the way she was shaking it. Yes, that one. Damon felt the impression of walking into a candy store and trying to decide which one he wanted. Ah well. He supposed, he thought with his mind so far down the gutter that it didn’t even phase him, that he’d eat her up sooner or later. He walked toward the edge, roughly throwing any guys that were in his way. There was some that looked like they were about to punch him, but he was moving too quickly among the crowd to actually get hit. These fuckers were going to have to learn that no one messed with Damon Ellis. Except for chicks. Which was highly unfair considering that he couldn’t hit back. In a way, it was like taking advantage of Damon’s good nature. If he were a real ass like everyone seemed to claim, then clearly he would be punching back, wouldn’t he?

He finally reached the edge, lifting his eyebrow and trying to catch her eye so that he could possibly invite her back later. He hoped that he wasn’t going to have to work too hard. Damon would, as obviously if nothing else she could move her body in that very intense flexible way. He waited until she had least had a moment, as she seemed rather busy at the moment in time. Damon was patient when it came to things like this. He’d wait for her. It gave him more time to analyze her.

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Dahlia continued to dance, her eyes just focusing on the lights rather than the crowd as if almost everyone disappeared from her mind, much like how practice was. The music continued to drag her body in various moves and steps as though the music was a man holding each of her joints by invisible strings, tugging her curvy body to fluidly flow to the music. The words continued to come from her mouth, rather beautiful, yet catchy as they came,

“The seven sisters got nothing on him
I’m talking about a lover who’s fast as the wind
Everyone will talk about how he got me fixed
It ain’t voodoo, it’s just that twist
He will be the greatest lover that ever come to pass
Don Juan ain’t got the half the chance…”

That was when she started to notice the shouting crashing in around her, men up near the stage, and women alike as she just smiled, her eyes stopping on one gentleman, finding him rather attractive. He just seemed completely entranced on her as she just continued to move, holding his gaze for a moment, her smile growing. She just danced down as the song came to the end, brushing a finger under his chin, smirking softly as she stood up just as she came and walked off stage as music changed for the next set of dancers.

She walked into back looking around, knowing that that she had no more dances as she walked back to her a mirror, a large bouquet of flowers and a farewell letter from the girls. She half smiled as she then changed into a gold tinted dress that sparkled in the light, slipping into a tan coat and some high heals that matched. She allowed her golden hair to fall gracefully on her shoulders as she wished everyone goodbye and walked down the steps into the lobby. She knew that she would return here in time, but until then, she had business to attend to in Japan.

She carried the flowers in her hand, smelling them with a small smile, red roses, something that she found rather simple and classy, although many considered them cliché. Then, she felt someone grab her shoulder, as she just stopped, turning instantly.

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[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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Damon watched the blonde dance, seeing that she had looked at him at one point. She had a goregous voice. He hoped that it would sound that rythmic and elegnant when she was speaking. Sometimes you never guessed that someone's singing voice came out of something like that. She seemed like the type to have a high pitch squeaky one, but Damon was going to have make sure that it wasn't here in a bit. It hadn't even hit him that he was going to have to drag her from off stage. Damon had never really been to any performances, even a sexual way like this one. Maybe all dancing was like this and he wasn't sure. He had always taken a great interest to see how high the ballet dancer could lift a leg up over her head. Damon once had sex with a dancer, extremely flexible, but never really had seen her perform before. She invited him, but at that point, he didn't really care if he ever saw her again.

He watched as she disappeared from stage and thats when the thought hit him on that. Damon looked around, seeing to see that the other guys hadn't even cared. How could they not? Damon wanted her. He was determined. Looking around, he found a door that had the red letters 'performers only' with a security guard standing next to it. Oh these fucking pigs. He walked over very casually, just wanting to go right in and find this beauitful blonde. Then a hand was placed on him, telling him he wasn't allowed to access this area. Damon gave a brief explanation on how he planned to bang one of the performers. It was honesty! Wasn't that what the police were always asking from him? The big guy shoved Damon instead and said something about not permitted to enter no matter what the intensions were. Because of Damon's temper and his determination, he moved and did something he probably shouldn't have. His hand rested on his shoulder and let the flame from his fingers lit.

The man was alarmed, trying to pat the fire that had started on his uniform, seeing that others were come to aide. No one was going to believe that guy if he slipped away. He came into a small area, seeing a bunch of show girls see him, some alarmed and shocked while others were grinning and waving lightly. Damon gave a headnod to each of them, not perticularly caring. His eyes darted from girl to girl, knowing that the one he was looking for was going to stick out to him like she had done previously on the stage. There. He found golden light hair in front of a mirror, fairly interested in a bundle of flowers. Damn, he should have thought of that. Figures that she had a boyfriend. At the same time, he was going to make sure. Not just walk away from this without fully knowing honestly if she was taken or not. He put a hand on her shoulder to grasp her attention. Damon gave one of his incredibly wide dazzling grins, "Beautiful performance dollface." He noted, using a small nickname,

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Dahlia, just held the flowers in her hands, now they were between this attractive young man and herself. She just smiled a bit, replying with a simple and sweet, “Thank you.” Then when he asked who the flowers are from she just simply said, “Hmmm, and why would you like to know?” Her tone became sassy as a smirk came across her lips, just raising an eyebrow slightly. Something interested her about him consider that he came all the way back into the dressing room, “Why are you back here anyways?” She just smirked a bit, only teasing him more as she just simply looked at him and moved past him, “Come on, lover boy. What’s your name anyways? I’d better get used to it before it’s too late,” she said implying what she knew would happen in a matter of hours considering she knew the moment she saw him near the stage that they would go back to her place.

She waited for him, holding the door open momentarily for him and then coming down, flowers in hand. “So, the flowers, they are simply a gift from the other girls that work here. I’m leaving soon for Japan,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him as she stopped after the door was closed and walked up close to him, leaning in and kissing him deeply, before pulling back after a long moment. “Mmm, that should pretty much tell you that I’m not dating anyone in the first place,” she said although she knew that would be a lie, at least until she pursued William once she reached Japan. Until then, she was going to have fun and wrap everything up with both of her jobs. Her eyes raked up and down him slowly and half smiled, “Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all,” she said, only smirking more as she just began to walk down the steps.

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[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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She turned toward him, and he was quite relieved that her voice wasn't that high pitching noise that he had been fearing. It was almost as smooze as her voice, though she looked over and mused at him, wondering why he wanted to know. Damon thought that was obvious. She asked what he was doing back here and he thought that was pretty obvious too. She was hot and Damon wanted her. Not exactally a romantic type scene, but he did what he could. She was dressed in her dance clothes, but now he could see a closer view of this chick. She had a very flawless face with extremely huge lips. Damon almost got an impression of danger when he looked at her. Like one of those crazy ones that went and killed someone, pulling off the innocent stunt and completely getting away with that. Hm, how frisky.

Still, he could play her game. He gave a half smile, not knowing yet if she would be the one to do one nighters or not. Damon had to play gentleman for now until he could tell. It was always a pain, but oh so worth it in the end. "Can't I be back here to congratulate a beautiful dancer on her work?" He asked with a teasing smile, putting one hand in his pocket and leaning into it a little bit. Apperance was almost everything. The only thing that seemed to turn people off was the very worn out leather jacket that he found he almost always wore. Everything else, he liked to perfect. His hair that he probably spent more time than he should have on. All of it. With a small laugh, he told her, "Damon." He hardly ever gave out last names. For some reason it bothered him. Not to metion that the Ellis family might as well been part celebrities. Didn't want to alarm her if she was among the supernatural. "And your pretty face?"

Not only was she not dating, but she was leaving the country. This meant if there had been any hard feelings, she had an entire vacation to get over it. It was a perfect grabbing. She seemed to want it, but in the past, Damon saw that some girls only went as far as flirting, which drove him nuts. Sometimes he would like to be like the immortal bitch and read people's minds so that he knew what they were thinking about him. It would save him a tons more trouble. Then her eyes crawled over him and Damon lifted his eyebrow mischeviously. Oh really? Most of the time, he checked girls out. They were insulted. This girl seemed to know his defintion of checking out, and lightly propped his head higher, seeing it was a compliment. Then she muttered something about not being bad at all. Not bad? Damon knew that he was almost as good as fucking god and she was talking about how he kinda was? Oh dear, he was going to have to chance this girl's mind, wasn't he?

Damon happened to smirk though, looking past that and seeing it as somewhere to prove that he was the perfect man. He was humble, devilishly handsome, and knew how to make people laugh. What could be more? He was simply adorable and fucking hilarous. "Well thanks doll, but I do believe that I should be checking you out." He said, his eyes lingering even as he did so.

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The reasons were obvious, but she was bathing in the moment and so she would tease him over it. “Mmm, only if you could be more subtle. Then, I would be impressed, lover boy,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him a bit, only hinting as to why he was really back here in the first place. “Damon, hmm,” her eyes studied his face for a moment and figured that it fit him and his personality. “Dahlia,” she said, keeping the last name for fair game, just wondering what was going through his head about her. Oh how she envied immortals from time to time, but not knowing kept everything more interesting. She just leaned against the wall, just studying him for a moment longer. He seemed to be a bit surprised by her checking him out, but he was twice as good as any eye candy around here. The left corner of her mouth quirked up into a mischievous smirk at his words.

She just grinned a bit, her fangs showing slightly, but not completely, as she just crossed her arms over her bust. “So a woman can’t gaze at a man, but a man can look at a woman?” She raised an eyebrow, just smiling a bit still as he checked her out, judging by the slowness of it that he liked what he saw. This honestly did not surprise her because most men appreciated her body, but then again many men did not last long with her unless they were important to her which left a very large portion of the population to just be a meal for her. Although, this one she was not sure if she would feed off of tonight or not as she just simply studied him. There was something about him that reminded her much of herself and it may be worth keeping for later. She would eventually come back, but perhaps by that time, she will have won the heart of William.

”So what do you say we grab a drink at my house?” She asked him a bit, her eyes full of mirth as she just continued to lean against the wall. “Or here, whichever works for you? That or we could skip the alcohol, but in my personal perspective, everything is better with alcohol,” she mused a bit, giving him a slightly challenging look.

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[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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How was it more impressive to be sutble? He raied an eyebrow at her, all too teasingly of course. Yes, she was the type. Damon couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about her that said fuck me (in the most classy way of course). Though she brought out that vibe, she wasn't like the trashy slutty. Not that anything was wrong with the trashy kind. Damon thought he was one of the least judgemental people on this Earth, and didn't care if you were the classy or trashy kind of sleeze. Quite honestly, he himself was probably considered trashy. Still, classy was kind of a nice change from the kind he could get one a normal daily basis. Interesingly enough, the first thing that came to mind when he thought classy was prostitutes. Damon liked the girl, but there was no way he was going to pay for that shit. Unless she was a cheap whore. Then he'd think about it. Though looking over her body, he was sure that he could probably be swayed either way. "Subtle isn't really my thing. Talk is too much. Waste of time." He mused with that crooked bad boy smile on his face.

Dahlia, Dahlia. He had to remember that. Damon was absolutely horrible with names. He remembered a face, but having to put that name with the face was like trying to do some sort of clueless match game. It was because he had learned so many names over the years that they always tended to slip his mind. Sure, the ones that left quite an impression got highly on his mind, but all the casual ones were so hard to keep track of. It was only a little embarassing if she came back wanting and asking for more. Even though this chick was going to be leaving for Japan for hopefully a long time. Enough to forget about him hopefully. If she was spending all her time thinking about Damon, it was understandable, but rather sad that she couldn't get her mind off of the perfect man. It was always a sad sight, but he couldn't really help himself if something like that happened. Lets hope she was the forgetful type.

Huh, Damon never really put it in those terms before. It made him think a little, which was all too much of a dangerous passtime for Damon. Especially since he was incredibly stupid, he tended to think about stupid thoughts, ending in saying stupid things. Since so far this looked like a sure deal, he wasn't sure that he wanted to spoil that good deal, now did he? "I don't make the rules of society. I just follow them." Which was a joke to him all of his own, consdiering the true fact that he hardly ever followed the rules of society. He was one of the reasons that police had to roam the streets. It wasn't too serious, but if he was brought in for all the crimes he had been doing in the past, he would be serving over time behind bars. Though he had a plan to escape if by some miracle he was caught. Really, it would have to be a horrible day for him the day he was caught. Just in case, fire was a key factor to his early release.

No, Damon always prefered the woman's house. It was more comfort level for them on top of the fact that he could leave whenever he wanted. It was easy to just stand up and leave, but rather difficult to tell a woman 'get out. Please' and even if the please was there, somehow, someone got offended. Alcohol? This woman was just Damon's type. He wasn't sure if what she would be serving, but he drank just about anything. "Your place and do you already have drinks? I could go and grab some." Not to mention they were sitting in his car. Thoug he wasn't sure if she would like whiskey as much as he did.

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Dahlia smirked as he raised an eyebrow to her as she just mimicked him a bit, holding back the increasing smirk as he seemed to study her for a moment. His words just made her laugh softly as she just gave him a mischievous expression, “Hmm, if that was not obvious enough already.” She teased at him, wondering if she would remember this one, generally the moments slipped her mind, but upon seeing the individual again, the memories seemed to flood into her mind vividly. She always remembered names after seeing them, especially if she had a fling with them. She would most likely remember this one after the fact, but perhaps it would fade with time. Anything could happen in Japan and that even means that she could stay there for practically eternity with William. There was no doubt in her mind that she would have William in her life as something more than just an alliance. There were no real friendships for Dahlia, rather there were alliances and acquaintances.

Dahlia found the fact that he just followed the rules of society a bit amusing because most people just followed them. “Well, I guess that’s where we’re different, lover boy,” she continued to call him by his nickname, liking the difference between the fact that she made these rules of society, or at least some of them she had. She was a very classy and powerful lady, able to make your life miserable if you gave her a reason to. Dahlia just smirked as he said her place which only made sense because Damon could easily leave whenever he wanted to, including that night, but she figured they might be inevitably drunk by then. Although, Dahlia would have to take quite a bit of alcohol before she could even become a little tipsy. “Of course, but you are driving,” she smirked a bit at her words, just slipping her arm around his, linking them as she gazed up at him. “Come on, dear,” she said as she guided him forward and out of the club. “Now, your turn to lead a bit,” she said wondering what type of car he drove considering his looks, wondering if everything else in his life would fit the general stereotype.

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[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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Damon wasn't sure that it was good that he obviously wasn't a subtle person or not. Of course he played himself when he walked in there after her. "How else would you know what I wanted?" He teased. If he did the usual pretending he was a gentleman, he wondered what kind of vibe he grabbed out then. It was so hard to tell when he was too busy trying to pretend to give a damn about anyone that was walking in there. Damon thought he cared, but when it came down to it, he really didn't. He would start to zone out if the conversaiton wasn't interesting enough for him. There hadn't been a time where a girl talked so much that he walked away, but he was sure that this part of his day was coming up and soon. It was hard to say considering that he was pretty much good with anyone that walked into his life besides underaged and related- both he found very, very strange to be able to hookup with. Ew on all of it.

She didn't follow the rules of society either? He wondered if she had a long of a record that he had when it came to that. Oh, how wonderful. Some girls had complained that the smell of weed was still stuck in his car, so he always had to take the hood off. He thought that he did this time, but he wasn't sure. She seemed too classy for a drug of that sort, but he had been wrong before. Some of the chicks he picked up actually asked if he had any, in which he shook his head because Damon had some serious issues with sharing. All the way since it had been a first lesson in kindergareden. He actualy blaimed the school for that, considering he was a troublemaker that did the opposite of what he was told to do from the very beginning of time. Then it hit him, wondering if this chick was a supernatural. Ever since he found out that he wasn't the only one, he had found that most of the girls he ended up hooking up with were one. One he hadn't even realized it. She ended up being a vampire. When a vampire bit into a firetamer's skin, it burned. Like when touching against hotsoup for the fact that his blood was tainted with fire. So the vampire back tracked away from his neck, not knowing what else to do. Damon was weary of that now. He forgot her name... but she had been fun. Started with a M or something.

Did she just call him lover boy? Eh, it was better than pretty boy, he supposed, as he was opposite of such. Not to mention he hated the name pretty boy for the fact that he hated real life pretty boys. When he thought of them, he thought of gay jocks who cared too much about how they looked and what sports they played to care about any of the other things. Like booze, women, and drugs, for some quick examples, and he was sure that if he tried, he could find more. Still, if she had no trouble with him calling her doll or dollface, she had every right to give him any type of nickname that she wanted. It probably wasn't offensive.. probably. "Oh good. So you won't be offended by my hobbies." He mused, giving a half smile at her when he said 'hobbies', almost wanting to do finger quotes in the air, but that made it way too obvious.

He smirked and he walked out to his car. A beautiful white mustang right there, sitting and sparkling in the sun. It had been washed a few moments ago on the way here, so it was all nice and new looking. If only he had it waxed, then it would be blinding in the sunlight. How perfect. She said it was his turn to lead and he smiled, gesturing to the white vechical sitting perfectly in the parking spot, "The white beauty is mine." It was the only 'baby' he ever intended on getting ever in his entire life. There wsa no way his maturity level would grant him anything else of the matter. He walked over and opened the car door, smiling and gesturing her in. Not to mention he was one of the worst drivers on the streets, she was going to want to hold on to something when she got in.

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Dahlia smirked at his question and just teased a bit, “Just a bit of intuition.” She was particularly good at telling who a person was by how they acted and in his case, his act of being a gentleman. Perhaps, he was in a sense, at least for her in this moment, but it was an act, nonetheless. Dahlia was completely up front, but perhaps the act was not just for her as it was for everyone else. She was much classier and more refined than most women were now days though as opposed to trashy sluts. She studied him, smelling his blood but there was something vile about it that made her nose want to wrinkle, but she just held back. Now she knew there would be no feeding off of this young man considering that it made her feel partially sick. Perhaps he was not a normal human, not a normal human at all, but something more.

Dahlia just laughed as he called this little innuendo and all the others, perhaps with drinking, and drugs were ‘hobbies’. They were indeed some hobbies, but it was something they shared, except for maybe drugs, but maybe he did not for all she knew. If he did, he covered it up well it seems because she could not smell it on him. She could not really judge him considering she was basically a stripper for one of her careers, although she hated stripping really. It was a bit demoralizing in a sense, but she was known for wearing skimpy outfits, but that partially came with the job description. You were asked to dance and dance in small outfits that barely hid anything, but in a club like this, it was something a bit better than a stripper’s club.

Then, they walked out to his car and she raised an eyebrow, completely impressed. “And isn’t it beautiful,” she added a bit as she glanced at him, wondering how he could have afforded something like this, but she underestimated many people. Then he opened the car door for her and she just smiled a bit, “Thank you, good sir,” the left corner of her mouth quirked up upon his actions. She just sat comfortably inside, relaxing while she waited for him to get in. She was used to walking home because she lived about seven minutes away in walking distance which would make it more like two minutes for them.

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[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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Damon had one of those stupid moments. He hadn't payed a lot of attention in class and was described to be the male verison of a blonde airhead. Those stupid girls that everyone seemed to make fun of with blonde jokes was directed at Damon. Which was interesting considering that he was a dirty blonde. She said something about an intution, and he had no idea what that meant. This often came up in vocabulary, as he also had to look up monarchy the other day, as someone asked if his Ellis family had been like a monarchy. Not wanting to sound stupid, he just nodded, looking it up later to find with relief that he didn't confess the family was some sort of cult or some weird shit. Instead, it had been exactally like he was describing it with royal blood and such. He was glad he just went with his gut to say yes. This time, he kept it in his mind to look it up later, hoping that it wasn't an insult and just made a dashing smile at her wiht a small laugh. Mostly laugh at himself.

Damon didn't like feeling stupid, but he got that feeling quite a bit in the real world. A part of him had wished he payed attention in class just so he didn't sound like a moron during these times. That same vampire chick asked him about London, and Damon thought it was a country, so that conversation quicky became confusing to both of them. So he learned not to say anything or comment on the matter. If he was suppose to comment, he was sure that she would be saying something like 'aren't you going to respond' and then he'd have to wing it and think of something intelligant or clever to cover up the fact that he had no idea what she just said. This he covered with a large smile, hoping that was enough, as Damon was quite aware how glorious his smiles were. He had been told so by many girls. Not to mention there was about five mirrors at his place.

He walked with her to the car, and as she said it was beauitful, he nodded, gazing dreamily at his car. Though he drove like he was probably going to roll it someday, it was the thing he loved and felt like it would be a hard life to live without. He was Damon, and he liked his cars. "Oh, its a beauty. It's my beauty. Only beautiful women are allowed in the car besides me." He had used that line before and some girls thought it was funny to ask if he was allowed, or even worst, say he was a beautiful woman. So he always had to add the end from the expereince. It was amazing how someone could joke that the perfect man was a woman. It was almost cruel in a way, as if the whole world was jealous so they were out to get him. They wern't out to get him tonight, seeing as he scored very well with this beautiful stranger Dahlia.

He hoped into the car, smiling at her when she said something about being a gentleman. Oh yes, Damon was a true gentleman. A non gentleman would leave as soon as someone was finished, but he waited all the way to the morning to ditch someone. If that wasn't a gentleman, he didn't know what was. He hopped into his seat, turned it on and just about killed the car for as fast as his foot went on the gas. He always liked to show off when someone was in his car. He weaved and dashed in front of another car, asking her, "Where am I going?" He asked, half smiling at her, hoping that it was too far away, for all this teasing, he was starting to get a littler hotter than he probably should. His fire blood boiled under his skin, not waiting to get what little she had already on right off of her.

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Dahlia just smirked as he said what he did, hearing his relaxed, but prideful tone over the car that she just lowered herself into. “Does that line work on most women?” She asked, flashing him a mischievous smile as her eyes spoke of her innocently which the idea was completely ridiculous. Dahlia was far from innocent and anyone who said so had no eyes and ears simply because there was something about her expression and how she held herself that most people could tell she was more than a prestigious lawyer. She was school smart, book smart, and a classy slut and they were all things that she relished in more so than anyone really should. She had only met a few beings that could quite compare, one of them being William, which she now admired as she just relaxed her body against the seat.

Then he seemed to beam at her when she called him a gentlemen, just smiling, now finding that he may once again be like her. He considered himself to be a gentleman, but he was a whore as well in a certain way though. Then he seemed to want to show off and she only released a laugh as he asked her where they were going. Take a right out of the parking lot. Then take a right on the third street we come to, then a left, and then I’m the first house on that corner. You’ll notice it. It’s hard to miss,” she said, smirking at the idea. Her house was a mansion, one that she rather adored to keep. What could she say? She was very much a rich slut and she again relished in that fact.

That was when she could nearly feel the heat radiating from him as it tingled her skin slightly, only smelling that tainted odor in his blood more so. She finally just brought it up, “What are you just out of curiosity?” She hoped he would understand the circumstances of the question, but some people did not understand when she asked that question. This was really one of the first firetamers she met, but she had never been really acquainted with their blood before, so he was unrecognizable in her eyes. Then, she had not realized quite yet but they had quickly arrived at her mansion, he obviously having taken the hint about it being unmistakable. She just smirked a bit as she just sat there and just now added, “I told you you could not miss it.” She stood out of the car, grabbing her keys slowly and walking up to the house, unlocking the door smoothly, then glancing over her shoulder to see if he was following her lead.

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[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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That line actually did work most of the time. A lot of times, he got a small push, 'oh Damon' or something of that sort. Yeah, he knew that he was just a giver who gave compliments. At the same time, his rule was relatively true. Someone that had been average, he usually liked to ask if they could take her car, saying that hsi was out of gas or some made up line that he came up with right off of the bat. Those girls just shrugged and nodded at him, not thinking twice about it. "The rule is true. So of course it works." He told her with a sideways smile. Really, there was no reason to play games with her. Damon felt that it would just be better if he flirted and was very teasing and straight forward with this woman. All the banter back and forth was playful flirting teasing. Seeing her job, he wasn't surprised that she was very good at the teasing part.

Couldn't miss it? For her sake, he hoped so that he wasn't going to suddenly slam on the brakes when she said it was up there, as he tended to speed through the streets. A couple of times, it seemed that any animal or person liked to just step right there in in the street. It was a curse, he swore. The animals he couldn't hit because it was going to get blood all over his beautiful car. The people he couldn't really hit for obvious reasons, though a lot of times he wanted to. Sometimes he just wanted to light a spark in car when it came to traffic, as he was also the worst road rage driver in the world. However, since they were only on streets, it wasn't bad at all. He was the one causing most of the problems on the street anyways. Damon would also like to point out that he had not been up to date in an accident before. He had caused one, but in his own mind, the other person wasn't paying attention.

Her house wasn't far at all, and there was no way he could miss it. Damon had been to a couple of chicks mansions, thinking all the time how it was prety ridiculous. When Dahlia asked what she was, he frowned. What had been obvious about him? Was it the fact that he burned a hole through the security guard's clothing? If she was an immortal, that would explain a little bit, but now Damon was getting a wee tired of them. Between one punching him in the face twice and hitting on one and her saying hell yes like it should have been obvious he could have done it, he was very tired of them by this point. Before, he hadn't ever met one. Then suddenly hes meeting all of them at once. Then again, if she could search his mind, she might have already known about his firetamer abilities. That made him smile a little bit. "Firetamer. How could you tell?" He asked, wondeirng if this would answer his question as to what she was.

Damon pulled the car into the space. Mansions did provide a perfect place for his car. It looked so perfect in front of a big house. As if belongd here. He put a hand on the wheel and made one stroke before turning the car off and hoping over his door in order to get out, digging the keys back into his pocket. "I'm going to get lost in this house. You'll have to show me where to go." He told her with a tilted head and a teasing smile, making a small what he called innocent way of saying lead the way to the bedroom my dear. See, Damon could be a subtle teaser if he wanted to be. He just had to find a point in time where it was better than originally have that.

SO HARD TO BE GOOD

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[dahlia]

Dahlia smirked a bit as this little comment had been teasing, but it was honesty in a sense which told her only more about him, reminding her once again how similar they were. Damon had seemed to be able to find everything alright, just sitting in his car as they finished up their conversation. He seemed a bit surprised by his thought filled space between her question and his response, “I’m a vampire. I could smell your blood. It makes sense because there is something horrid yet endearing about your blood. At first it smelled fine, but I suppose then it smelled more like something was burning,” she said as she thought about it knowing it would sound weird but she had just continued to the house, not allowing him to react really. They were both supernaturals so what was there really to worry about?

Damon just seemed to park easily as she just laughed while they stood in the foyer as he commented about getting lost, but she just easily took the hint. She began walking up the stairs, stepping off into a hallway and slipping into the third door on the left that opened to her bedroom. There was a feminine yet sassy tone to the way she had set everything up, but everything was rather fitting for that of a top member of society. A bed was a bed though and right now that seemed all the two cared about and she just ran her fingers through her hair, exposing her neck for a moment. She just unzipped her dress as she stood in front of him, her figure looking rather slender and beautiful in the pose she was, legs twisted slightly as one foot was crossed over the other.

TAG: damon
WORDS: 433
NOTES: sorry it’s shorter... my muse sucks slightly right now for dahlia :/

[damon]

NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN

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She wasn't an immortal, but it made him a lttle nerved at the fact that she was a vampire. Wow, this whole time he was thinking of the classy slut with the house that was similar to Mina- oh hey, THAT was her name- and here was another vampire. What was it with this species and mansions? Especially really big expensive ones that they probably didn't need. Ah well, as long as the bed was big enough for the two of him (and his sleeping habits on top of that) he didn't care what they did to the rest of the house. Not to mention that Damon probably, and was counting on, never seeing this woman agian. He hadn't seen the other chick, whose named escaped him for another time, since the last time they both hooked up. Damon rarely saw the person twice, as he just got bored easily. The really good ones he put stars next to in a book he had. If he ever got the woman's number. Usually it was given to him so that he could check the caller ID and make sure when not to answer.

Damon figured he just ought to make himself clear to save both of them the time and trouble that it would cause if he didn't, "No biting me. Not only would you burn the tounge, I will not be happy." He said, rubbing where his current vampire scars were hidden. They were starting to disappear since it hadn't been a very hard bite. It hurt like a song of a bitch, but she did draw enough blood to burn her tounge. He assumed that she hadn't known that, so he was informing her so she didn't burn herself. And so that he wasn't going to be getting any surprises from her that he really didnt' need. The first time had been frightning enough. Now he was always a little too tense when woman decided to explore that part of his neck. It was truely nerve racking.

He walked up the stairs with her, watching with hungry eyes as she zipped down her dress. Almost at once, Damon couldn't take it any more and went and attacked her. He kissed her hard, running his hand across her skin while at the same time trying to get his clothes in a hurry. After he slammed her down on her own bed in the hungry agressive fashion he always had as a lover, everything went on from there. Afterwards he rolled over, feeling the urge to sleep. He had no idea how long the pair of them lasted, as he hadn't looked at before an after times, but that had been a long time in a while, and he was exhasted. No one moved quite like she did. Damon turned his head to the side, looking a little tired as if he just ran a marathon.

SO HARD TO BE GOOD

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