Lets Liven up this place (Damon)

[Allison L. Walker]

Down on the square, Allison had watched the humans running about their daily tasks much like a spider might watch the flies. It was frustrating being stuck inside all day, but after about 700 years it was something that Allison had learned to deal with. The boredom, the restlessness, and yes… the hunger. If she had better patience and had relaxed for the day or spent it more productively then maybe things would have been different, but as of right now Allison was standing at the window counting the seconds until she could leave the house. A slender white hand with a polished French manicure reached up and snagged a strand of hair that was twisting loose and smoothed it back into the pile of soft golden curls that graced her shoulders.

What was it that had drawn the 6’3” blond beauty to this sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere Virginia? It made no sense; there was nothing special about this town, at least not as far as she could tell. Although she did hear tell that there was some commotion about an original being in town, the mythical doppelganger, and of course the Salvatore brothers. A knowing smirk graced her features for but a second before disappearing again. Although Alli had never met them before, the rumors were juicy enough. But no… none of that was enough to make her venture away from the big city to this… place. What she came for was her own selfish fun. The blonde vampire was always searching for the next big thing to keep her occupied, and right this moment, her eyes were locked on the bar across the street where several cute young men had just entered. The Grill. What a cute name for a bar. With a quick flash of smile that would have charmed anyone she turned away from the window to find something to wear while the sun finished setting.

A half hour later, Allison stood examining her reflection in the gilded full length mirror in the corner of the room. “Perfect.” Her hands expertly smoothed the bottom of her dark purple corset top over her jeans that were so tight they almost looked painted on. Everything about her outfit screamed expensive and form fitting, but accented her odd purple eyes perfectly. After a few minutes to do her makeup and add some accessories she was ready just as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the world into darkness. Her heel’s clicked sharply against the stairs as she made her way to the front door. The old woman who’s house she was staying in smiled at her and bade her goodnight before disappearing off into the kitchen. Allison tugged her tan leather jacket tighter across her shoulders as she crossed the road and flashed a dazzling smile to a group of people before striding in the door. Catching the bar tenders attention she ordered a drink and slipped a few bills across the bar to him, before accepting the cool glass of bourbon and turning her back on the appreciative gaze to take in the bar/restaurant.

522 WORDS | COMPLETE/INCOMPLETE | TAGS -Open | OUTFIT- Allison's Outfit
LYRICS BY ALL TIME LOW | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
Still getting to know my girl, and this is my first post with her. =] Enjoy!

[/size][/blockquote]

[Damon Salvatore]

They were like bumblebees. Humans, that was. Rushing towards their destinations without another care in the world. Time did not allow them to stop and sniff the roses. Enjoying their surroundings was strictly out of bounds. There was work to be made, and bread to place on the table. That was one of things that Damon appreciated about being a vampire. He had time to enjoy himself. The constant, nerve wracking tick tock of the clock was inaudible to his kind. It enabled him to do things like this.

Damon was wandering around the town, hands in the pockets of his coal black jeans. He was wearing the leather jacket over a black t-shirt, the usual style he preferred. The clunky ring was a premant setting on his hand, protecting him from the rays of the sun. However, the sun was beginning to go down now. And with it, Damon would be heading inside.

Not inside of a building, of course. But inside of a bar. This was the time when humans went to drink, dance, and gossip. Personally, Damon did not think there should be a slated time for that sort of event. He was willing to have fun any time of day. Espically when most of those encounters ended in sexual encounters. Oh, he could not deny that he loved looking at girl when she was beneath him. Figuratively and literally.

He pulled open the doors to the bar and entered, taking a deep inhalation of the scent in the building. While it did not suit most people's olfactory senses, Damon loved it. Lust, pheromones, and alcohol. Teenage gossip. He adored it. Teenage gossip was the best way to figure out what was going on around the town. It helped considerably to be immortal. He had not aged a day in two centuries. Damon was still in his prime, unlike his younger brother. Mentally Stefan was lost, and now he was lost with his blood lust. At least Damon was consistent. Blood, sex and alcohol. His mode of action. That was all that would have occurred behind the line of yellow tape.

Damon had forced himself to settle on second best. He had to let the humans live, so that the species could hide in this town for a little longer.

As he walked in, Damon's eyes caught a pretty blonde handing off money to the bartender. Green. While some found that green color to be the most beautiful of them all, Damon loved the woman who had once had the money in between her fingers.

He sat down next to her, and began to lay on the charm thick.

"Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" Damon asked.

He would have been able to keep her supplied for the entire night, had she so wished. Yet another blessing amongst the curses of his vampire state. Money was rather easy to save, and eventually you begin to recognize the patterns in the stock market. Rise, fall and boom, crash. The Great Depression was not the first time the stock had crashed.

Damon did not wait long for her answer, and preceded to order his own drink. Hard liquor. It was one of his favorites.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Allison L. Walker]

The busy hum of teenage drama filled the air in the grill, each unique to the group that sat swapping stories: a girl in the corner sat crying on her friends shoulder over her boyfriends breaking up with her, a group of people were talking raucously about some party coming up, and of course there was a couple of guys swapping stories about their scandalous hook ups. Each voice reached her over sensitive ears as if she were sitting right next to it’s speaker. And each one made her chuckle quietly to herself more and more. High School. Thank god she’d missed out on that horrid experience. Thankfully when Alli had been a young girl, women hadn’t had rights, let alone educations. And her ‘creator’ had turned her when she was over high school age, so unlike some of the younger looking vampires she’d come across, she didn’t have to repeat the same dreadful 4 years over and over again (Although she couldn’t help the feeling that even if she had to attend high school, she would have been the one calling the shots all because of her beauty and personality). So far the only downside to being a vampire that she had found was the insatiable hungry that clawed at her stomach and throat. But the knowledge that she would never have to grow old or lose her fantastic good looks did a wonderful job of making up for that tiny little defect.

Her striking purple gaze slid over the eager warm bodies that filtered throughout the room, each one pulsing with the life sustaining blood that started a familiar ache in her jaw. The temptation was nothing she couldn’t handle however, and she took a sip of her drink to wash away the feeling. Testosterone filled the air as man after man passed by her spot at the bar in search of friends, fun, food, or drinks. Fortunately for them (but unfortunately for her) none of these young men seemed daring enough to come talk to her. A few glanced her way or smiled but the moment her gaze met theirs, they quickly looked away and disappeared. With a sigh she sipped delicately from her glass careful not to smudge her lipstick as she continued to scan the room. If the night continued to go so slow, she might have to use her powers of... ‘Persuasion’ to find a good time. Just as she was about to influence one of these shy young men into her bed, a figure separated himself from the crowd milling absently by the front door.

He was dressed entirely in black, with a sexy face that just seemed to hint he was looking for a great time. He began to stride confidently towards the bar (and possibly her) before sliding into the bar stool beside her looking more and more like some devilishouly handsome god thrown down from the heavens for being too devious. All this she observed out of the corner of her eyes until his voice drew her gaze, oozing with so much charm that it made her turn to face the newcomer. He was shorter than her (although most people were), but his slight build was stirring something inside her. A brilliant smile graced her lips, while her charcoal lined lilac eyes raked down his body wondering what he’d look like without his clothes on. Pleased with the thought she took another sip of her almost empty glass as she crossed her legs and lounged against the bar. She put a slightly seductive lilt into her voice when she spoke “Well if you insist, sweetie.” But when the bar tender approached to take his order and turned expectantly to her she smiled. “I’ll have the same.”

[/b] At first he looked skeptical and slightly lost, but he seemed to recover quickly and set about retrieving their drinks. Her delicate manicured hand closed on the cool glass when it was set on the bar in front of her, raising it to her mouth and savoring the bitter taste that rolled across her tongue. Oh it was defiantly going to be a great night.
[/size][/center]

691 WORDS | COMPLETE/INCOMPLETE | TAGS - Damon | OUTFIT- Allison's Outfit
Oh this will be fun =]

[/blockquote]

[Damon Salvatore]

Teenage chattering always annoyed Damon. It was like the buzz of a radio tuned into the wrong frequency, a buzz of noise on ears that picked up more than they were meant to. He could hear bits of conversations, but it wasn't anything he was interested in. Damon took a swig of his drink, the alcohol soothing down his thirst, thinning it, but it was still noticeable. There were other things he was hungry for and one of them was companionship. When Damon Salvatore had been turned into a vampire, his normal taste for company had been amplified. Now he often found himself tangled into the sheets with a woman at least once a week, if not more. Besides his usual drinking binges, that was why he was here. Pure lust for a woman he could manipulate. It wasn't that arduous of an activity, Damon still didn't understand why Stefan had never tried it out.

Charisma and charm had been built over the years by Damon Salvatore. After a few decades you figured out how to charm a woman, while letting the sarcasm sweep through blissfully . Women swooned for it. Especially the women in the twenty first century. Desperate for attention, they were. After all, they practically craved for an attractive man to insist buying them a drink. Of course, Damon only thought it was entertaining if they were responsive and enjoyed the experience. Otherwise it was just plain wrong.

He liked the one he was speaking to now. She was pretty. Completely the opposite of Elena and Katherine, with her golden hair and violet colored eyes. Perfect. He was trying to get away from someone he could not have, not remind him of the forbidden desires he was feeling for his little brother's soul mate. Damon wasn't forgetful, he clearly remembered the pain of what had happened last time.

"I do insist," Damon said slickly, grinning.

"Put it on my tab," Damon barked to the bartender and preceding to order a drink of his own.

He didn't say anything to the woman he was going to take home for a long moment, as he swigged down his drink. He was content, for the time being. But after a few minutes of silence, he finally turned to introduce himself.

"I'm Damon, nice to meet you."

He loved to throw out the founding family card every once in a while, but he did not think it to be pertinent at this point. Women did seem to love it when they found out that the man they were flirting with was "descended" from a founding family, and was also a member of the city council. All those secrets. All the mystery. It was intriguing, just like Katherine's vampirism had been the first time had witnessed fangs slide out of her canine teeth. Look where that had gotten him. Katherine would have harassed him for his desperateness to forget, seeking attention where it might not have been. All because she had driven a man too close to the edge.

[/blockquote][/blockquote[

[Allison L. Walker]

It seemed as though Allison’s dry streak at the bar this night, was finally over. She smiled gently when the bar tender arrived again with her drink and accepted it into her manicured hand. She titled her glass towards her generous companion in a salute and lifted it to her lips letting the cool alcohol burn down her throat. To anyone else but a vampire that would have caused a grimace or some kind of expression generated by the burn of the alcohol. But she didn’t feel it anymore. It had been centuries since she had felt the burn of alcohol properly and even that had only been snatches of it from her father’s liquor cabinet. But now it had become a necessity to make it through the days with her diminished supply of blood.

As she sipped the drink again letting the flavor roll across her tongue, she glanced at the man. So he was the strong silent type apparently. Well whatever floated his boat I guess. She just leaned on the bar silently with a brilliant smile and dusky eyes watching the mirror opposite them waiting for him to lay on his moves and attempt to convince her to go home with him. Oh sure she would. Allison never passed up a chance for a good time, but it was all in the act. She would play hard to get acting like he wasn’t good enough, and just when he would get desperate then she would give in. She smirked at her own thoughts which were quickly turning dirty as she imagined him without clothes again, and how every inch of his body would look. That is until his voice interrupted her thoughts. She stopped with the glass half way to her lips turning to give the man a more thorough once over. Damon? Could it be the Damon? Damon Salvatore? No. Her luck couldn’t be that good. Besides in all the talk she’d heard about the older of the Salvatore brothers, no one had ever mentioned he was that good looking. Perhaps it was just a fluke. Damon was a popular name, right?

She finished the motion of taking a sip and flashed a flirting smile back at him. “Allison… It’s a pleasure to meet you Damon.” She finished her drink with a final tilt of her glass and placed it gently back on the polished surface of the bar and smoothing a few of her curls back from her face. She turned her full attention to Damon leaning slightly towards him to feign interest. “So Damon,” She let his name roll off her tongue seductively, “It seems I’m kind of new to town. What is there good to do around here?” Her lilac eyes flicked to the side as a group passed nearby laughing raucously and mostly drunk, with more effort than was pretty she looked back to Damon. Soon enough she could feed her insatiable lust and temper the burn just a bit, but she had to catch the fish before she could feed.

509 WORDS | COMPLETE/INCOMPLETE | TAGS - Damon | OUTFIT- Allison's Outfit
Completely Clueless as to who she's talking to. xD

[Damon Salvatore]

It was no secret that he liked women. Damon had embraced the idea of being a vampire, since he had been forced into it. What else was he supposed to do? Besides drinking blood and having sex, things could get boring after a while. Unlike the Hollywood portrayal of sex and women, every single woman that Damon had slept with had been different. Katherine had been spicy, tough, and she had a tendency to bite down hard on skin. But he had slept with virgins too, with skin as soft as silk and so much enthusiasm for the whole night time ritual. He figured this one was neither, but you could never tell from first appearances. Katherine had acted as demure as possible, until she sank her teeth into his neck.
Funny how things ended up working out and surprising you.

Damon liked the idea of people around the town talking about him. At least something about him was memorable. It didn't really matter if it was his wonderful good looks or his charming personality, at least they talked about him when he wasn't in town. That was one of the perks of being a member of the undead, after all. People never really got the chance to forget him, since he floated in and out of so many lives faster than Ashton Kutcher in that movie where he was a time traveler.

"Pretty name," He said, with a wink.

He was gonna guess that she wasn't a virgin, because she didn't seem new to this whole thing but she didn't seem inexperienced either.

"Lots of things. If you can get past the fact that it's a glaringly small town of course."

"There's a lot of...good food," Damon said, smirking at the little joke he was making with himself.

"Doesn't get any better than homemade cuisine."

Homemade meaning the blood that he could see flowing through the bartenders neck at the moment. He licked his lip, wondering if maybe he should trash his efforts to have a fun night with Allison and instead attack the bartender. Drunk prey was too sluggish and watered down alcohol didn't taste too fantastic, after all. The bartender smelled pure and oddly like lemons and limes.

But anyway. Back to the point of this whole thing. Having someone to sleep in his bed tonight so that he didn't have to be alone tonight.

"There's also always sightseeing. The plantations of old and whatnot. But to be honest, I've always liked dancing. Shame that the Mystic Grill doesn't have a dance floor."

[/blockquote][/blockquote]