WHO: Damon Salvatore & Abby WHAT: Damon meets their new house guest. WHERE: Damon & Caroline's House WHEN: January 15th; late evening RATING: PG STATUS: In Progress
Damon was so glad to be home. Having had to stay at someone else's flat for weeks so soon after getting his own house had been maddening, perhaps more so that he'd been confined to the flat during the day because of his partner's sun restrictions. On the plus side, he hadn't been so rested in years, and it had given him more than ample opportunities to catch up with the evening crowd at the Roadhouse. So much so that he hadn't exactly wanted to go back to alternating day and evening shifts yet. Not to mention, he'd been rather occupied during the day what with Caroline decidedly occupying his time. But even the best times had to come to an end eventually when responsibilities were involved. Getting ready for the late night shift just as dusk started to break over the horizon, fresh memories and sheer relief coursing through his body, Damon was looking to satisfy a handful of cravings before heading out to Harvelle's to attend to delightful non-locals and a handful of local drunks. Pouring himself a drink of bourbon and blood as he rooted through the fridge for something to eat, his attention was drawn away from the fridge by the sound of someone steering in the house. While it could have been Caroline, Damon had learned what it sounded like when she was walking awhile ago, and these steps were far too light to be hers.
While he'd been initially confused, he remembered after a second that Caroline had said they'd had a guest. Abby, the child vampire older than both of them combined with who he'd shared his list earlier in the week, was the only person that it could have been that he was hearing right now. Digging in the fridge for a bit more food than he'd initially started to get out, honestly unsure of whether she ate real food or not but figuring it would at least be polite to share, Damon kicked the fridge closed and laid out everything on the kitchen counter right next to his drink and corked blood bag.
"Morning," Damon called in a slightly sing-song voice. "Or should I say evening? It's been so long since I've actually done the day as night thing regularly I can never remember."