angel ⧸of death

to her point, she doesn't smell anything like a vampire might; she's all earthy, a touch of spice. "what are you, then?" there's something off he can't entirely place — something about her that counteracts what would otherwise simply appear to be an abundance of normalcy. "and what's your business here? don't say visiting family. there's a lot more to our refugees from mystic falls than meets the eye, and you obviously already know that." she knows too much about vampires, maybe too much in general, with that spark in her eyes like she's already uncomfortably familiar with him.

❝ ⸻ as of now I am simply human . ❞ Death always spends one day or month of the century as a mortal , as was her custom . Only exception to that rule was when she was with child many centuries ago . ❝ I am not here because I want to be . I have no choice . I honestly rather be in chicago or new york eating pizza . So I am making the best of my situation until someone breaks this unseemly little spell that has me enslaved to someone or something . I can't leave the town ... so cheers to that ❞ Death poured two shots and held another to handed one to him . if he wanted to take it from her . ❝ Have a little fun with me or keep asking questions but make them enjoyable . tonight I just want to forget the fact that someone chained me down to this town . At least most here are quite eye catching . your genetic make up are quite blessed .❞

he folds his arms over his chest, distrusting, suspicious. she hasn't done anything wrong, exactly, but again he can't shake the feeling that there's something off about this. about her. "i'm not hungry." you never know what a stranger could put in your food, anyway. "but i might try a drink if you can prove you aren't a vampire." just a few days into being back in beacon hills and he's already had more than enough of vampires. "are you from mystic falls?"

To be thought as a vampire truly took death aback . the thought was ridiculous enough to get the primordial being to actually laugh . ❝ ⸻ I am not a vampire . ❞ she stepped closer towards derek . ❝ I do not have vervain on me , the sun isn't out for me to walk into , I could bite you but no fangs will come out or you could bite me , in which your bite will not kill me . Do I smell like a vampire to you ? ❞ Death stood in front of derek and smiled , showing her own pearly white teeth and knowing her own scent to be of gardenias . spicy , zesty scent with green earthly undertones ❝ ⸻ I am not from mystic falls but I do have family from there . ❞

investigating this diner, it turns out, is leading to some very random discoveries. the woman dancing aimlessly while surrounded by an entire feast's worth of food, for example. something about the entire picture feels ... off. "enjoying yourself?" he calls out over the music, deciding against coming too close for now.

Death was in a good mood . A rarity but not so far fetched . Food always played a factor to it and the pieces are falling where they are suppose to fall . This week they are just playing at being human . turning around with a bottle at hand , death tilted her head and nodded . ❝ ⸻ I am . Food , good playlist playing , and drinks . Would you like some ? There's plenty and bobby back there is an amazing cook if you're hungry . ❞ Death offered as they used the remote to lower the music a bit . DEREK HALE . ❝ and I have a calling for bartending if you like a drink instead . ❞