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The vampire before him hardly gave any emotion no matter what Damon did or said. He was like a robot, his face expressionless as if he was far away from here. Maybe he had dementia or something. There was no telling how old he really was. That was the hard part with their species, telling how much experience or power someone really had. It was all a mask, all a book you should never judge by the cover. But then, all of a sudden there was a smile. It didn't stay there long though. He only said that he wasn't concerned and Damon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Good to know. Next time I'll dump the body on your door step and we'll see if you're still not concerned." The most interesting part was when he brought up Syn being dead, the vampire said that he was wrong, that it was very much alive. Damon lifted a brow at this. So was the owner back or had someone else taken over? He tilted his head. "I see. I'll have to stop by and see for myself." He glanced over the vampire, more curious now. He must have some tie to the club to know so much about it. "So, who holds the other end of your leash then?" He stepped closer, taking in a scent he knew from only one encounter, in Syn no less, but years ago. He never thought he'd see her again, but oh, what fun they could have had. His eyes practically glowed. "Risque....spreading the love, like always, I see." |