Thanks to I. Prefer. Lemon. Pie. For telling me to update. Sorry if I didn't update this story for a decade!!!!! Really sorry!!!!!!!
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Damon shifts back into his normal self as he steps a foot on the hotel porch. His leather jacket was new and he also bought a perfume. This is his small congratulatory self after winning a little mind game with a pint-sized sparkling vampire.
He can't wait to get his earnings.
He checks in then quickly as a vampire could, run on the hotel room. He never felt this urge in a woman since…ugh! The pain overcomes his bravado as he felt the metal door knob. Don't let this pain creeps out again…
His hand opens the door and he checks out the scene.
She's here.
"Hello princess," he smiled then put the door shut. He can feel her tension that only arouses him. A small, fragile and fiery girl in his palm. He never felt so excited since…
She breathed, "I'm ready. Whatever you want, I'm ready."
This irritates him. He has grown in the world where women throwing themselves to him. Not making him do the first move.
But he has no choice. He moved towards her then felt her cool, granite neck against his lips. Hmmm….. she smells lie a mixture of morning dew and freesia…like…
"You smell like no other Katherine," he withdrew his hand away from her neck but he continue to caress her thigh.
"That's ridiculous Damon," her lips smiled then she touched his head. "I don't wear any perfume."
That's simply a lie. Her fragrance is the best drug he could ever find. He'll die for it.
He couldn't deny his thirst for her anymore. He slowly but hungrily invaded her lips like it's his only salvation.
And Damon never felt any happier.
And Damon snaps back to reality. He saw Alice's closed eyes and tension, her smell under his nose.
He can't deal with it anymore,
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After a short apology from the couple, Jasper wandered alone. He's near a city that he didn't care what the humans call it. His throat ache, he needs to hunt. But not humans. He can't take humans, can't drink it.
"Help me,"
An angelic voice caught his sharpened ear. He turns around then saw a girl in a white dress, her blond hair around her angelic face.
"Please," her lips are perfection, "please, sir, help me."
Being the Southern gentleman, he sat beside her sitting form then look for any harm. Her skin is perfectly fine. Very fine.
"What's the problem, Ma'am?" he asked.
She touched his hand. Jasper chilled. The first physical contact he had for…decades?
"M-my friend," her voice was like a kitten's. "She's in trouble. She's with a demon."
"Where is your friend? Where is she?"
"Her name is Alice," she grew more frantic. "She's in Philadelphia."
Alice. He didn't know why the name hits him.
"I'll help you," he smiled. "What's your name Ma'am?"
"Katherine."