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So This Is .... Ravenhurst?
Who: Katherine and Damon
When: After sundown
Where: Katherine and Damon's house
Rating: Europe was never boring, Katherine found it fascinating. Hunting was incredibly exciting; there were so many more opportunities for vampiric adventures. In Vienna there were masked balls, in Romania the passionate gypsies who fought like hell. And in Paris the clothes, it was paradise for Katherine. In every city the night life was incredible, unlike typical American cities where the sidewalks seemed to roll up at sunset and the humans hide inside their homes. She could abide the obsessive, want everything culture more during the summer months.
Rich spoiled and pampered, Kat thought the entire world was hers for the taking. She’d turned a few just for company. She missed Damon; he was the brother who finally stole her heart. Once she cared for Stefan until he betrayed her. More than that, she’d watched them both from a distance; Stefan did not appreciate the gift he’d been given.
Damon and Katherine chose to split up to look for Damon and his new upstart girlfriend who had the Gaul to resemble her. Damon eventually tracked them down in some insignificant American town. ‘That’s my boy,’ she thought. As his sire, he was bound to do her bidding out-of-respect. That was something else Stefan seemed to have forgotten, but that was Damon’s side-of-the story.
Both vampires were dominant. Another thing she loved about Damon he would challenge her, it kept their relationship interesting.
She tended to be a little pouty at the moment. Damon got to pick out their new house. She’d shipped everything ahead. Antiques she’d collected over the centuries. He did have good tasted, so despite her feminine and sire instincts; she promised she would agree to his choices. My now, he should know what she would and would not accept.
It was a long ride in the limo to the address he’d text-ed her. She took her time getting ready, the driver gave her an appreciative glance as she changed in the back seat.
She would taste him; she missed his blood as he should miss hers. Her lips curved into a wicked smile
When: After sundown
Where: Katherine and Damon's house
Rating: Europe was never boring, Katherine found it fascinating. Hunting was incredibly exciting; there were so many more opportunities for vampiric adventures. In Vienna there were masked balls, in Romania the passionate gypsies who fought like hell. And in Paris the clothes, it was paradise for Katherine. In every city the night life was incredible, unlike typical American cities where the sidewalks seemed to roll up at sunset and the humans hide inside their homes. She could abide the obsessive, want everything culture more during the summer months.
Rich spoiled and pampered, Kat thought the entire world was hers for the taking. She’d turned a few just for company. She missed Damon; he was the brother who finally stole her heart. Once she cared for Stefan until he betrayed her. More than that, she’d watched them both from a distance; Stefan did not appreciate the gift he’d been given.
Damon and Katherine chose to split up to look for Damon and his new upstart girlfriend who had the Gaul to resemble her. Damon eventually tracked them down in some insignificant American town. ‘That’s my boy,’ she thought. As his sire, he was bound to do her bidding out-of-respect. That was something else Stefan seemed to have forgotten, but that was Damon’s side-of-the story.
Both vampires were dominant. Another thing she loved about Damon he would challenge her, it kept their relationship interesting.
She tended to be a little pouty at the moment. Damon got to pick out their new house. She’d shipped everything ahead. Antiques she’d collected over the centuries. He did have good tasted, so despite her feminine and sire instincts; she promised she would agree to his choices. My now, he should know what she would and would not accept.
It was a long ride in the limo to the address he’d text-ed her. She took her time getting ready, the driver gave her an appreciative glance as she changed in the back seat.
She would taste him; she missed his blood as he should miss hers. Her lips curved into a wicked smile
