damon marcello

It was going to be an interesting night; he could tell already. Arlo was stubborn, probably just as stubborn as he was himself. He could tell each time he insulted him how irritated it got the younger vampire and yet he stayed stoic and silent through it all, like a misunderstood berated teenager. This was starting to feel distinctly like parenthood to Damon and yet thankfully he'd never had the misfortune of being a father. So maybe he could make this experience only last the one night and then Arlo could just a little wiser than when he found him. That was his hope anyway but the damn guy was stuck on showing him the other cheek instead of actually trying to pick something up. He knew that he came across as a know it all but he also knew most of what he said was from first hand experiences. Arlo wasn't the only survivor. He had learned when to cut and run too but he learned quickly that he didn't want to be like that forever. He wanted to be in charge of his own fate.

It seemed he got under the younger vampire's skin, and he loved every minute of it. The more he pushed him, the more he got to watch Arlo's jaw clench. He was probably cursing him up and down inside his head but didn't want to voice it out loud. Such a restricted life, being careful about what you say. Such a boring life. He was never one to go easy on someone or tell them what they wanted to hear. He was much more used to being called an asshole and having drinks thrown in his face because he was honest, if nothing else. At least most of the time. He was known as being brutally honest if nothing else. His own mother wasn't a coddler by any means so maybe that was where he got it from. That and his father was no teddy bear either. He was the one who had pushed Damon into joining the army when he was only 17, all to make him into a man. Damon only did it to get further away so his dad couldn't burn his cigars on his arm anymore in punishment for made up crap he didn't do in the first place.

He only chuckled at Arlo's comment about taking his time in killing him. He shook his head, making a "tsk tsk" noise.

"I think we both already know I'm not going to kill you. You're barely scraping by so don't go asking for an Oscar in Survival 101."

He had an unnerving dominance streak that ran through him and had for a long time. Maybe he preyed off the idea that Arlo was more submissive in nature but he certainly wasn't looking for a fanboy or anything out of this encounter. If anything, he was doing the guy a favor, even if he couldn't see it. He didn't care at all that Arlo had the backbone to tell him to shut up or that he was reaching pathetically for him like a drowning rat reaching for a log to float on. At the vampire didn't put up too much of a fight when they met eyes. He gave into Damon's power all too easily, shaking his hand then following him to his car. He chuckled and shook his head with a sniff when Arlo said he accepted cash.

"And what would you do with money? Buy a blood cocktail?"

He raised a brow, wondering what the vampire would do with money. Didn't he know that this existence opened up so many possibilities? Money wasn't so important anymore and there were so many more ways to get it than begging. As they walked to the car, DAmon found it all too easy to manipulate the energy flowing through the engine and get it cranked to life. He could see the look in Arlo's eyes and he grinned as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Rich doesn't even begin to cover it. If you embrace what you are, the possibilities are endless."

He says with a micheveous twinkle in his eyes. As Arlo climbed into the passenger seat, he smoothly glided away from the curb and into traffic, the car maneuvering like it was on a preset track. It helped to have supernatural reflexes. He patiently let Arlo look around the car, always okay with someone appreciating the beauty of this machine. He never could thank Isolt enough for giving him this gift. At the other vampire's sudden question about Isolt, he raised a brow at him before shaking his head.

"No, I'm not with the mafia. Let's just say I'm used to getting what I want. It helps that I'm not afraid to fight for it, either."

He said with a smirk. The guy seemed to get more stressed as time wore on. Didn't he know how to relax? Next he was asking about killing and Damon snorted.

"Well since you seem so averted to it, no, we're not killing anyone. Has anyone ever taught you how to feel the heartbeat? How to tell when a human's life is being snuffed out?"