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Post by Damon Salvatore on Jan 17, 2013 17:28:58 GMT -8
Hospitals were not a wise place for a vampire to be. Firstly, the scent of blood was hardly masked by the harsh chemicals they used to clean up. Secondly, since hospitals were full of the dying, someone more saint like than Damon Salvatore would have been tempted to do good and save them for a certain death. However, it was the first reason that Damon was attempting to achieve, not the second.
He had come here in search of blood bags. Of course, he had not properly thought how exactly he was going to attain the blood bags. It was something he was going to come up with on the spot, of course. Compulsion was a great aid in that, it seemed. Perhaps he would interrogate the hospital personal a little too, in order to see if there had been any vampire attacks that the Mystic Falls community had not heard of. He would not have been surprised if the hospital and health care systems were attempting to keep it all under wraps for the sake of panic.
Damon swiftly opened the glass doors and walked into the place, straight up to the front desk. Of course, her eyes widened when he flashed her a smile and leaned his arm up on the table to speak with her.
"Hello, I was wondering if I could see about any blood bags?" Damon started, teasing with those long lashes and excellent good looks.
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Post by clem on Jan 24, 2013 21:57:26 GMT -8
Clem hadn’t been in the small town long yet, but she had been drawn to the hospital by a few errant advertisements up for a week-long blood drive. The hospital hadn’t made that big of a deal about it around Mystic Falls, but when she had gone in on a whim, the nurse she had talked to mentioned how low they were on useable blood. Clem mentioned how strange that was, but the nurse seemed to brush it off as normal. Apparently they usually got an extra supply shipped to them from a somewhat larger hospital nearby whenever their supplies ran low, but it just hadn’t worked out this time around. And unfortunately, the hospital didn’t have much advertising money or space, so they had only been able to get the word out a little bit at a time. The local high school was supposed to be bringing volunteer donors over that afternoon as well.
It was idle, simple conversation as Clem sat with her arm slowly filling a blood bag. There weren’t very many other patients milling about, so the nurse stayed with her, and Clem took the opportunity to learn more about the town she had stumbled into. Not that there was much to learn, in the nurse’s opinion. Unfortunately.
Clem would have to find better sources if she was going to find any reason to stick around this small town. It reminded her a bit too much of home – except for the fact that the forest around the town closed everything in far more than the open farmland she had grown up in. But she had heard rumors about more… unusual things taking place out here. If any of those rumors were true, she’d be set and ready to go. Hopefully.
She just had to make sure not to overcharge for the hotel room she was staying in. That would end poorly, especially when she was using borrowed credit anyway.
When Clem was finally done and heading back out toward her car, she paused near the front desk – overhearing someone who had just entered the hospital. (And man was he certainly laying on the charm – for reasons Clem couldn’t fathom.) She let out a small breath of a laugh – the kind that seem to come more from your nose than your mouth, but are accompanied by a smile anyway. “Back down that hall –” she motioned with her head back where she had come from “– and take a left at the vending machines. That is, if you’re looking for the blood drive.”
For a hunter, Clem was strangely oblivious to red flags sometimes…
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Post by Damon Salvatore on Mar 16, 2013 15:19:24 GMT -8
Damon was getting ready to leave Mystic Falls. Or, to be more accurate, he and Klaus were getting ready to leave Mystic Falls behind. He was leaving behind his hometown, along with the girl he had fallen in love with. Elena. It was not as if she would have anything to do with him after his little brothers death now. Besides, selling his soul had not worked and Katherine had not held up her end of the bargain to save the brother she supposedly loved. Damon hadn't figured Katherine to be the type that would kill her lover, just so that no one else could have them. How bucolic of her.
Although if he were to see Katherine he wouldn't hesitate to murder her on the spot. As much as he had loathed the behavior of his little brother, he couldn't help but be enraged at Stefan's death. Nobody was supposed to kill him but Damon, after all. Katherine had prevented that and now he was going to go on a revenge streak that would rival all the wars started over lost loves.
But he could pretend that none of that had happened or that dark, suicidal thoughts were not going through his head when he leaned over the counter and spoke in the most charming voice that he could muster.
Then another human intervened. Damon glanced up away from the secretary, blinking his dark eyelashes against his cheeks almost methodically.
"Yes, thank you," Damon told her, eyes narrowing.
It wasn't entirely what he was looking for. Damon had been hoping that he could have snuck his way into the blood storage department and steal enough bags that no one would notice, but enough to pad his supply and ice boxes a little bit. The blood drive would just have bags of it sitting around unattended though.
"I'm Damon Salvatore, by the way."
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