“I’m not laughing at you.” Damon clarified, smiling as he spoke. “You know how to cure a fear of vampires, though? It’s a fail-proof method, I promise.” He leaned in close as if he was sharing an important secret. He even lowered his voice slightly. “Read Twilight. You’ll never see vampires in the same light ever again.”
Damon remembered leafing through Caroline’s copy of Twilight one morning, finding himself utterly puzzled how people could see Edward Cullen as a monster. He was as much of a monster as a sparkling bunny rabbit. “It’s painfully poorly written, but it’ll work.”
“Access, huh?” He smiled subtly, catching on to what she meant. It was the same tone he used when he was trying to mask that he’d compelled someone into giving something to him rather than actually buying something. “I might be able to help.” Oh, Lexi would frown on him compelling pharmacists, but then again she didn’t have to know it was even happening.
“Tell you what,” He brought up at mention of the car. “If the Seal ever brings it here, we’ll go for a ride. All I need to do is stay on Santa’s nice list.” He flashed a grin. Him on Santa’s nice list? That was a joke. He was always somehow getting into trouble.