Damon, the dead

Monster. Masochist. Massive bourbon drinker. Blood-craver. Bone-breaker. Emotionless free-thinker. #VampireLife ||RP·SL·MA||

[Damon, the dead @CatharticCrow]

Finally, I have risen from the deep pit they called my grave. As I walk toward town, heartbeats on every corner call my name.

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Just one more way I can tease Stefan.

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#Nowplaying The Neighbourhood - Honest

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@BeguileElena you know, I heard you were tripped out on some witchy horndrugs. Like seeing me and getting wet over a coat rack type of shit.

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Sometimes to make an omelet, you have to kill a few people. #VampireLife #motto

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~ an unattended bottle of cheap brandy and went forth to blend with the teenage partiers. (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ wasn't here. Shaking the absurdities from my thoughts, I stepped into the dancing flicker of the bonfire light, grabbed ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ peered up quickly hoping to see her again but she had disappeared. I convinced myself to be delusional. Katherine ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ swallowed in my throat momentarily obstructed my breathing. Blinking a few times, I choked out an open airway and ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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My sights were locked on the familiar brown eyes of this reincarnate stranger. I gulped hard and the lump that I ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ inside was done for. (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ turned toward the darkness I was hiding behind, I knew the monster who swam in my veins and chewed me up on the ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ forget. Rip off a few heads, feel no regret. But the one fleeting moment that @PreuxCoquette's eyes unknowingly met with mine as she ~

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~ drinking and indulging in immature fun. My every instinct would have been a typical one: Feed a little, make them ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ and nervously walked over into the keg party. There were dozens if not a hundred students, most of whom were seniors, ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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I watched closely, cautiously even, as the girl who oddly looked like someone I used to adore put away her cell phone ~ (@PreuxCoquette)

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~ beer. When I heard her shoes crunching on the gravel and asphalt, I sprung up and ducked into the shadows to observe @PreuxCoquette.

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~ a cell phone as she traveled up from a cut path in the woods where a bunch of kids from the local high school hung out and drank ~

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~ incredibly still as I listened, almost too afraid to move for fear that my hearing would somehow move out of range. She was talking on ~

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But here I was, lying in the middle of the darkest road on the chillest midnight in September when a voice caught my ear. I was so ~