"Get out," the kid said, gripping his sticks tight.
Damon frowned. "Must you be so rude, really?" He only wanted a look at the tapestry in the music room, because it looked appealingly mystical and like something he'd have to make Bonnie look at next time she was a little more amenable to helping. Right now asking her would not be a good plan (he wasn't that fond of aneurysms), which was why he wanted to have the tapestry in reserve for when it was.
"Yes," the kid said. Wow, his eyes were really blue.
Damon shook himself out of--what was this? "You're going to let me look at the tapestry," he said, but the kid's eyes didn't dilate at all.
Damon gaped. The kid looked a little smug, but mostly he looked irritated.
"Yeah, that doesn't work on me."
"Why not?" Damon said. Not peevishly. Damon was never peevish.
"Werewolves, witches and vampires," the kid muttered. "You think you've cornered the market on fucking being mystical."
"Wait." If he wasn't either of those, then what was he?
Those blue eyes pinned him in place. The kid said, very clearly, "I know thy name, Damon Salvatore, and I will have thee gone." Then he kissed Damon on the lips and pushed him backwards, and the door to the music room slammed shut.
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Date: 2010-12-02 08:39 pm (UTC)"Get out," the kid said, gripping his sticks tight.
Damon frowned. "Must you be so rude, really?" He only wanted a look at the tapestry in the music room, because it looked appealingly mystical and like something he'd have to make Bonnie look at next time she was a little more amenable to helping. Right now asking her would not be a good plan (he wasn't that fond of aneurysms), which was why he wanted to have the tapestry in reserve for when it was.
"Yes," the kid said. Wow, his eyes were really blue.
Damon shook himself out of--what was this? "You're going to let me look at the tapestry," he said, but the kid's eyes didn't dilate at all.
Damon gaped. The kid looked a little smug, but mostly he looked irritated.
"Yeah, that doesn't work on me."
"Why not?" Damon said. Not peevishly. Damon was never peevish.
"Werewolves, witches and vampires," the kid muttered. "You think you've cornered the market on fucking being mystical."
"Wait." If he wasn't either of those, then what was he?
Those blue eyes pinned him in place. The kid said, very clearly, "I know thy name, Damon Salvatore, and I will have thee gone." Then he kissed Damon on the lips and pushed him backwards, and the door to the music room slammed shut.