There was a pause between chews and Damon hoped that she didn’t notice it. In all of his years, roughly from the Civil War onward, Damon had never met a vampire slayer before. They were like urban myths passed from vampire to vampire but he had never crossed paths with one. Now it should figure that he was living in the same building as ones. He wondered if she would buy that he was a good vampire. She didn’t know him well enough to know that he was a killer very close to having no conscience at all.
“Slay vampires?” He said after finally swallowing the bite of apple. “That’s new. You just go out with a wooden stake and holy water and, what, hunt them down?” Damon smiled a little.
“I...” He trailed off. He didn’t have a back-story planned out to share with the good people living in the apartment complex. “Am unemployed. Back home I kind of volunteer for a community organization. Boring stuff.” Community organization? Well, the founding families’ council was kind of like an organization.