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TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY! I am amazing. Lol Enjoy!
The Story of Lilith Pierce
Chapter Thirty Eight: If Music Be the Food of Love
Damon kept himself from doing a victory dance long enough to do so in the confines of his room. They'd done it! He and Ziela had finally gotten Lilith to eat meat and for some reason he was proud. Then his thoughts went to Elena and Stefan. How were they doing? They had been attacked by a pack of werewolves and he'd… gotten his daughter to eat meat. He felt like they'd gone through more than he had that night.
Stefan left his mind almost immediately, only Elena remained in the confines of his consciousness. "If music be the food of love," Damon said aloud. "Play on, give me excess of it that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die."
"What does it mean?" He heard Ziela ask from the doorway a moment later.
"It means that I want to feel so much that I'm sick of it, so that I'm so sick of it that I stop feeling." Her father told her. "It's a complicated definition."
The dhampir smiled. "I like it. Lilith likes all the Shakespeare stuff too, but I can't understand a word of it, until now at least."
Damon smiled. "I'm glad I could help. Was there anything you needed?"
She shook her head. "No. I just heard you talking and came to listen. I might just have to steal the Shakespeare thing from Lilith now."
"Have fun with that."
Lilith called to them from her room at that moment, causing all three of them to laugh. "Haven't you stolen from me enough?"
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Since I haven't done this in a while:
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD, Damon or Shakespeare. Happy?
And now:
Lilith: More stealing from me? REALLY Z?
Ziela: Yes.
Lilith: *grumbles*
Everyone else: *laughs*
Me: Not too much! It's not even technically her thing anyway –
Damon: it's mine!
Me: Exactly.
Peace In!