damon marcello

I nod when she agrees with me, hoping that if I get her adrenaline pumping, it'll run the vampire blood through her faster and make it easier for her to cope. I guess it's a good thing I'm not any older, lest she be twice as strung out right now. I decide to keep a careful eye on her for the rest of the night. Being giddy and high is fine but if she starts passing out or acting downright crazy on me, I won't hesitate to suck some of that blood right back out of her. Wouldn't want her to have to handle it all on her own. I don't mind telling her that she's not the first girl I've met in a cemetary but certainly the first that I've invited to hang out with me the rest of the night after meeting. I guess that should count for something. "That, you are." I murmur with a soft smile. I know that she's not meaning to resist when I get her out of the car so I just chuckle at her squeals, finding it amusing more than anything else as I gently set her on the ground.

I can tell she likes the idea of shopping and when she glances across the street, she seems overwhelmed at the thought of going in a club like that. I lean in to whisper in her ear. "Darling, I have enough money to buy this town and then some. I've always been smart about investing." I smirk and start to lead her into the store, giving her time to look at all the racks. I pick out a few I like and think she would look good in, though I'm sure Edie would look good in pretty much anything. I do remember to keep an eye on her, wanting to make sure she's doing okay but she seems to be standing up straighter. She licks her lips and I laugh. "Don't even look at the tags. Just pick out whatever you like." I wait for her opinions as I pull out three dresses and show them to her. She seems to take a liking to the first dress, licking her lips at the black straps and I grin, already looking forward to seeing her in it. The rich boys in that club aren't going to know what to do with her.

I smile and hand her the dress as she looks down at her own outfit. "We can keep it in my car if you like so no one thinks to take it." I nudge my head toward the jacket, sure that she wants to make sure it's kept safe while she plays with the rich folk for a night. "As you wish, sweetheart." I murmur as I look her up and down. It's no secret that I show appreciation for beauty and she is beautiful. I know that I can look but not touch because my heart, or what's left of it, belongs to Isolt, but I can still have fun without cheating. I laugh when she mentions shoes and jewelry, waving my arm out around the store. "Grab what you like. A good outfit must have accessories to match, no?" I want her to look absolutely perfect when we go into that club. My arm candy must be drool worthy but then, it usually always ends up that way anyway.