The Eternal Stud

❝ Well you’ll forgive me if I’m not too keen on believing you. ❞

“Don’t make me regret this, Damon.  You’re on a short leash.  Which means you need to behave,” she points out with a pointed look.  She places his blood carefully into the fridge.  She then moves to slip off her lab coat and replace it with her jacket.  She grabs her purse and moves past him, trusting that he will follow.  She turns over her shoulder to glance at him.  “Besides donating blood, just what have you been doing with your time?”

  ❝sure, if you want to commit cat genocide.❞ which is mean and cruelty toward animals as far as she was concerned. ❝that saying doesn’t make sense anyway - when have you ever seen a cat that was curious?❞ way to get off topic, ana. ❝how about you make it two drinks and i’ll consider it? if you want info, you gotta earn it.❞ 

“I won’t.  No offense, but I have enough to worry about as it is,” she tells him with a shrug of her shoulders.  She sets a glass down in front of him and pours him a generous helping of bourbon.  She keeps the bottle nearby because she figures he is not the type to keep to a one drink minimum.  “So, if you’re not worried about Klaus, what is it that you are doing in New Orleans?”

“Yeah, someone does.  Saving the world repeatedly is exhausting,” she shoots back.  “So if you are here to tell me you screwed up again and need my help — next!”

       Klaus was pleasantly surprised when Damon actually answered him. The hybrid had anticipated at least some sort of snarky protest, telling him to mind his own business. He leaned back in the booth more, seemingly comfortable as he listened to the tale. Immediately an eye roll was summoned at the mention of ‘Katherine’. At the end, he shook his head and chuckled bemusedly.  ❝ Oh yes, I know Katerina very well. The self serving wench doesn’t love anything except herself. ❞  His head tilted to the side as he began to put two and two together.  ❝ She’s the vampire who turned you and Stefan, isn’t she ? ❞

it was her turn to lean in and study his eyes, and she had to admit, the veiny thing? that was a little cooler than what she could do. “yeah, obviously. so what does that make you then?” she’d guess vampire, but he hadn’t popped fang on her so she wasn’t willing to make a guess without knowing for sure. “i sure hope so. i might need to… hang out in town for a while if that’s possible.”

          fortunately, she didn’t have to wait for too long until damon arrived. she turned her head, a small smile on her lips. “hmm, do you really want to know? don’t you like the thrill of a little secret?” she asked, the hint of a grin on her lips. “but if you really want to know, we’re heading to chicago.” and with that, she started to drive before damon could jump out of the car.

“Oh, because otherwise it would hurt your century old bank account to replace?”

“Okay, that…was definitely already broken when I got here.”

“Don’t you think I have better things to do, Damon? Queens don’t guard their own gates.”

“My attitude was just fine until about five minutes ago.  When did you get here again?  Oh yeah! Five minutes ago.”

     Jughead had been enjoying his food before he was pointed  at and called out by the other man. He looked up in confusion until he had fully process that the guy was offering him money to throw his drink at another dude.       “ I’ll do it for 20 bucks and a new drink. “ he offered quickly, swallowing his food down. He was down to cause some trouble.

     “-- Really?” He actually didn’t expect the man to agree, he has to admit. His gaze darts between Stefan’s retreating form and the man at the table, before he huffs a sight and just drops into the seat opposite him instead.

       “wonderful“ she grinned, undoubtedly confident of her victory, before she clapped in her hands. ”go on then, i suggest you pack a few things. the trip can last two days or three.“ she patted his chest, the grin still present on her lips ”i’ll wait in the car.“

“Your ego is amazing — it is second only to your sheer lack of survival skills.  Lucky for you that I have a healthy respect for my brother.  Something that you also seem to lack,” he points out with a cluck of his tongue.  Stefan has been truly cursed to have such a disappointment as a brother.  “— it should concern you.  If I am worried of the damage they might do, think of the destruction they could bring to a weakling like you.”

“Maybe we have more in common than I thought,” Meredith retorts.  Not really, but she does want a healthy dose of alcohol in her coffee.  She deserves it after the last few days.  She is even willing to put up with him to make sure that she does (because it never looks good when the town doctor is sitting alone, slipping alcohol in her caffeine).  She scribbles a date on the bag, ensuring that she will know just how fresh it is.  Then she turns back to him.  “The usual is a cookie for blood donation but since you were such a good boy you can have a donut.”

Klaus does. She wonders how Damon knows this.  But then again, it always seems that Klaus is facing down the barrel of some enemy.  It is an easy guess for the vampire across from her.  “I wouldn’t count yourself safe yet.  He might need to blow off steam.  You’d be easy picking,” she warns.  “Bourbon?”