Re: The Shop Stalls - Damon and Open
"If any master is going to purchase a slave, they better put those with pretty mouths to better use. There are some clean up chores that are not quite as bad as the rest, by the way." Damon laughed, taking in the shops but not going towards one for the moment. He liked just talking, and did need to get out and socialize some.
He looked towards the man when he mentioned his brother, and his brow arched. "I didn't try too hard," he admitted. That was one of those secrets that he never really told anyone. This guy wouldn't really know otherwise. Damon's intentions weren't really impure either. "It's not for life or anything. It was like a cycle on repeat and I was tired of it. I wanted someone else to deal with the blood addiction for a little while."
He paused a minute, then laughed again. "Considering that I have a brother with a blood addiction, no, I am not human. I'm a vampire." He didn't feel awkward mentioning that here, unlike back in Mystic Falls, or most of the places they had lived over the years. "What are you exactly?"