My relationship with Damon hasn't been boring in fifty years. But it's never been this exciting.
BLANK SPACE
Because darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.
INTRODUCTION
I used to hate Katherine, and for good reason. I'm not talking about the reasons that you may think. Sure, she tried to kill me, multiple times, and actually killed my brother once, but there was something about her that I always resented. She was so sensual, so sophisticated when she wanted to be. I mean, obviously she was a raging bitch most of the time, but she sure as hell knew how to get what she wanted.
It took me a good twenty years to realize why I both resented and admired the now-deceased vampire vixen.
She was sexy as hell. And she knew it.
It took me another thirty years to figure it out for myself. I may not have Katherine's thirst for blood or wicked instinct for self-preservation. But now? I know a language or two. I can say "fuck me" in sixteen, actually. I can charm an entire bar of people into buying me a drink without compelling them. I can dance in stilettos while wearing the raciest garters you've ever seen without breaking a sweat.
My relationship with Damon hasn't been boring in fifty years. But it's never been this exciting.
