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Aleksandra leaned against the counter. Her eyes had skimmed the crowd for the better part of her shift. It was a slow time where she had nothing to do but serve the few regulars that were seated at the bar. No crowd that night but steady business. To say she was bored would have been an understatement. “Finally, someone interesting.” She said with a sigh of relief as she smiled over at person who’d just walked over to the bar.

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damon-salvctore:

Damon chuckled but didn’t say anything. Surely she hadn’t blocked that much of her life off? It would come to her soon enough, he was sure. When the silence filled the air, his smirk widened in amusement at her thoughtful expression. “Penny in the air…” he mumbled. The vampire remembered it clearly now, what he had done to her and why. How he just left her there in-front of the bar and walked away. He was betting she wouldn’t be all that happy once the pieces connected together. It did tickle him how she had tried to suppress the memory of it though, as if that would help her at all. Damon hummed lowly and looked down at the hands that pressed against his chest. He could have easily pushed them off, but he didn’t. 

Honestly he wasn’t all that bothered what she was going to do, so when she snapped and pushed him backwards, he just went with it, letting himself stumble and fall down. “… Penny drops.” Damon concluded his earlier comment, a soft laughter erupting from his throat as he leaned back on his elbows and looked up at her. “Me, yes. I turned you” he released a long breath, bringing the bottle to his lips and finishing it off before tossing it to the side. “So what now, Wonderland? Fight to the death? Kiss and make up? Ball’s in your court.” 

Aleksandra hadn’t ever felt rage like she had in those moments. She had the ability to get angry, had the ability to lash out. Although she liked to think of herself as a calm person. She went with the flow, did things without thinking and then accepted the consequences. She didn’t feel rage. Not until that moment. She didn’t know if it was because of her finally remembering who turned her, or the fact that she’d met the person beforehand and was stupid enough to follow him outside that night. Perhaps it was simply because he had the nerve to take her life into his hands; stopping time for her. Letting her stay the same age. Not giving her any choice and then leaving her when it was all said and done. Whatever the case might have been didn’t matter because her mind went blank. The more she looked at him, the more irritated she got.

She scoffed when she heard the sound of his voice. She wasn’t dumb enough to think that he felt even the slightest bit of remorse for what he did. The Damon she met long ago didn’t and this one didn’t either. Not only did his face stay the same, so did his personality. In the blink of an eye she was crouching next to where he landed on the ground. Her hand tangled in his hair as she turned his head so she could look at him more closely.. Briefly wondering why he would allow her to do such a thing. They both knew he could force her away from him. “I just want to know why?” She replied; her voice even and cold. “Is there a reason? Or was I just the unfortunate soul to catch your wrath at the time?” 

my maker || d * a

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“I work at The Saint, not too far down from here. It’s mostly known for it’s rough yet charming atmosphere apparently.Not unlike a lot of places here.” She raised an eyebrow at him, her face hiding the slightest bit of shock at his job choice. “Who hasn’t heard of it?” She replied with a smile . “So you get to deal with the assholes who violate the no touching rule? Sounds like fun.” Aleksandra bit her lip in an attempt to hide her amusement at his suggestions. “I think you would have been closer had you stuck with the whiskey. Bahama Mama is a little too sweet for me. I like something with a bit more of a. . . .bite.”

Late Nights || Aleks & Nathan

“You work at a bar? Which one? I actually just got a job at one. Well, it’s more like a club. Nocturna? Every hear about it?” He asked, squinting his eyes slightly. He wondered if she knew about the details of Nocturna. He had only just learned recently. “I’m there aslike security, or a bouncer.” He looked back to the bartender. “Okay…for this one. I think she’s a whiskey drinker…no.. you know what.. You look like a bahama mama drinker. Am i right? Or how far off am I?”

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damon-salvctore:

“The one and only” he wiggled his brows, a playful smirk etched on his lips. He watched the way her eyes narrowed towards him, letting his eyes float down to the way her shoulders suddenly stiffened. He knew in that moment that couldn’t possibly be good sign.The question was, why was she suddenly so shifty? Damon mirrored her narrowed eyes with his own as he began to hunt in his own mind to remember something more about her. “Well what can I say, I’m an eternal stud” he cocked his head to the side and took a step closer to her, merely to get a clearer view. Slowly but surely, he was getting small flashbacks of the two of them getting wasted in a bar. So they had met when he had no humanity but, no biggie, right? It’s not like he hurt everybody he came into contact with in that period. Looking on the bright side, maybe he just toyed with her and ditched her. But no, that would work far too much in his favor. – An inviting chuckle erupted from his lips and he shook his head in amusement. “Why imply that you even wanted to resist? We both know you didn’t. That being said though, ‘Lexa, if you were ever really in my hands, there’s no way I would forget.” Damon lifted his head up, giving her his signature smile. 

He hadn’t even noticed the fact he had just called her by a nickname, but once he did, everything came flooding back. It made perfect sense now, the two had only ever got wasted a lot and now the reason why nothing more happened was oh so clear. The chatter on that night coming from two random souls in the corner of the bar, the mention of Enzo and how he one day disappeared. The Salvatore had instantly saw red. He didn’t want any kind of reminders of what he had done to the English vampire a mere few years ago, fearing that his humanity would spark up when not one inch of him wanted it back. Damon had left the bar to go and break something, or someone, and Aleksandra just so happened to follow outside. “Well, this is awkward…” The vampire hummed as his eyes darkened. “You remember me, but vaguely, right? Kinda insulted, but let’s not go there. Let me just skip to the question of the night. Who turned you, princess?” A daring smirk livened up his face as he watched her carefully. Though the smirk was really only to balance the defensive stance that he had taken on himself, wanting to be on guard incase she decided to attack him. 

For the most part her joking with him was a distraction for her. As she tried to regain her memory from so long ago. She did remember small pieces of her past that he was a part of. At least the smallest bit. Slowly but surely he was becoming more clear to her; the nickname helped. As it was what fit when she heard his voice say her name. They had met at a terrible time for her. In the midst of pain and confusion from realizing that she was now an orphan. Not long after her parents died, Damon came waltzing into her life. For someone who only wanted to forget her pain and the world around her; he was the perfect person to become familiar with. Back then he was a stranger that she didn’t have to get close to, he was someone who didn’t know her and she didn’t know him. She could drink with him without worrying about questions being asked and looks of pity being thrown her way. At the time, it’s what she wanted; what she needed.

Of course with the good memories that she had of him came one that she’d been trying to remember for the past couple of decades. A cool summer night in the middle of the bar. His demeanor suddenly changing and her wondering why. He hadn’t spoken a word to her as he left her presence to go outside. For what? She hadn’t known. Naturally she had went to go check on him to see if he was alright “Guess you didn’t leave a memorable impression.” She responded, her tone more dark as her eyes searched his for something. Something she remembered all too well. The dangerous predatory stare of his. The smirk and more importantly the taunting nature he had about him at that moment. All things combined was all she needed for her memory to come back all at once. It could almost give her a headache. As if on a reflex to what she was feeling; in the next second she used her hands and her vampire strength to create some distance between them. Once her hands were on his chest she pushed with all the rage she immediately felt. “You!” The word was accusatory; coming out as more of a growl. Seeing red as she stalked towards him. 

my maker || d * a

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Aleksandra gave the man a smile and didn’t hesitate to take him up on his offer. “I’d actually like to see what you think I would drink. I’ll let you do the ordering.” She responded, chuckling softly when she noticed the bartender. “Is this like a second home for you? I could understand if it was. I work at a bar not too far from here. Sometimes it feels like I should be paying rent there instead of my place.” 

Late Nights || Aleks & Nathan

Nathan joined her in laughter. “Well… here’s to making new impressions. Let me… buy you a drink?” He asked, patting the seat beside him. “Order whatever you want… the bartender here… loves me.” He laughed, looking over at the bartender and laughing more when she rolled her eyes. “She hates me, actually. I hardly ever leave here.”

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damon-salvctore:

Damon’s lips formed into a perfect ‘O’ shape when she implied the two had met before. His brows knitted together, stepping closer to her with that Salvatore swag in his stride. His head tilted and he noticeably looked her up and down, his lips forming into a soft pout. “I’ve met a lot of faces in my time, sometimes it takes a while to recall.” Damon hummed, feeling like she was vaguely familiar to him. It was difficult to place her with a drunken mind, but something was certainly in the back of his mind. With a face like hers he knew he wasn’t over-thinking. The questions remained, who was she? How did they meet and most importantly, when? “Well you and I have the same kind of thought pattern in that sense” he toyed with a daring smirk as he folded his arms over his chest, keeping the bottle in his grasp. 

The vampire stood there in silent thought for a few seconds, letting a soft hum rumble from the back of his throat. “Amy… Anna… A.… Alekssss..andra ... ?” He got there in the end and gave her a questioning expression, wanting to know if he was correct. “I don’t remember much but from what I do remember… You were quite the party animal. Makes sense now, that’s usually the crowd I attract” he let out a chuckle as he brought the bottle to his lips and took a couple of sips. Something definitely felt like it was missing though. He could only recall her in flashes with told him that they met a long time ago, but he couldn’t figure out when exactly it was, or even where for that matter. “To say you haven’t aged a day would probably be an understatement, huh? So I’ll just say you’re looking good considering your age.” Damon smirked towards her, clearly not recalling the reason behind her stilled age. It would come to him eventually, but at the moment he assumed she must have either been a vampire when they met, or turned afterwards. Damon had turned so many people, it wasn’t surprising that he couldn’t remember what he did to her. 

Hearing his voice question her name was all she needed to confirm that she in fact was not wrong. They had met; although enough time had passed that neither of them could recall completely. She watched him carefully with the smirk a little bigger than it was before. The way his lips formed her words reminded her somewhat of herself. She could see why they might have gotten along when they’d met. Just from standing near him she could see that they looked to have similar personality traits. Even if there were chunks of her memory missing, there was something familiar about him. She felt oddly comfortable around him, not just carefree like she did with others. They must have encountered each other more than once. She gave a small nod of her head when he commented on her party habits. She’d been the same since the time she was turned. Just thinking about it made her brows furrow one more time. The time she was turned. . .she rarely thought about that night anymore. But at the moment it was all she could think about.

As soon as he lifted the bottle to his lips; she got a small flash of memory. Someone who looked exactly like him, smiling at her before lifting a bottle to his lips. Only difference being that this time the man was wearing a white shirt and black leather jacket. She could faintly hear a laugh escaping from his lips in her memory. “Damon. . . “ His name escaped her lips without her permission as it came out a whisper. Coming back from her memory, her eyes narrowed just slightly. Her stance becoming more defensive as she looked at him. “You look about the same as I last saw you. Just as handsome just as young.” She responded; still semi lost in thought. Though she could remember now who he was, bits were still missing. “ From what I recall, you were quite the enabler. Always convincing me that drinking more was a good idea. Charm like yours is not easy to resist and I was definitely in your hands.” She admitted; knowing from her memory that she was possibly infatuated with him. Considering her nature and how attractive he was. 

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damon-salvctore:

Damon made his way from the crowd of people dancing along to the classics. The past decade or so, he wasn’t really so care free, not unless he was drunk. But right now, he was both. Of all the things he imagined pushing him over the edge, he never thought that it would be his own child. Not that he minded in this state, it was long overdue that the impulsive side of him dared to show itself. With no Elena to keep him grounded, it only made things a whole lot worse. Damon grabbed a bottle from the bar and made his way outside, planning on finding his latest meal. Even in his drunken state though, he could sense someone was following him, so he waited till they got so far away from the bar before he turned around. “If you want my number, just ask” he placed a smirk on his lips, not recognising the woman before him, though she was absolutely beautiful, he couldn’t deny it. “Any specific reason you’re following me down a dark road, blondie? I mean, I totally get that I’m irresistible, but lurking in the shadows won’t bring either of us any kind of pleasure now will it?”

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Aleksandra’s night was going about the same way it went every time she worked. Forced to serve people who only wanted to get drunk, fighting off drunk men that tried to grope her. Doing that without her snapping their neck was difficult enough in itself. She had to endure groups of drunk females being too loud and complaining at least every five minutes about a man who fucked them then left them. As much as she hated bar tending sometimes, it had it’s perks. Free alcohol was one of them. More often than not, she would drink whenever someone was able to cover her long enough for her to take a short break. It was the easiest way to deal with so many people at once without tearing into their throat. Either because of her thirst or them getting on her nerves varied by person. Aleksandra was outside on one of her breaks, leaning against the wall with a bottle of tequila in her hand. She had just lifted the bottle to her lips when she saw a man with a dark head of hair saunter past her. She didn’t know why this caught her attention but it did and before she knew it she was following behind him. All the while she had her brows furrowed; there was something familiar about the way he walked. The way he carried himself. As much as she knew she had to go back to the bar, she continued on. Then when she heard him speak; she stopped dead in her tracks as if she were glued to the spot.

From where she stood, she could see his messily ruffled hair, the smirk on his face and more importantly. his eyes. She knew those eyes, she committed those eyes to memory a long time ago. So long ago that  it was hazy even to her. She had to admit that the details of how she came to know him was something she was struggling to recall. She was waiting for a memory to be triggered. At the moment all she knew for sure is that she’d met him before that night. She stepped further out  from the shadows; moving closer to him as she let a smirk of he own form on her lips. “I don’t know if I should be more hurt or insulted that you find me so forgettable.” She replied as she took yet another step towards him. “I liked to think that once someone met me they wouldn’t be able to get me out of their head.” She wasn’t going to admit that she could not remember where she’d met him before. She was just going to play it by ear for the time being; hoping that she would be able to rely on her memory soon.  

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She nodded her head as if she was in thought. As she tried to recall, she probably had seen him before. Then again she saw a lot of people throughout her day. “It’s okay. I drink a lot of alcohol so it’s also possible that I might have seen you while I was drunk or trying to get drunk, Who knows.” Her lips quirked in a small smile. “If I knew it then I forgot. Obviously a mistake on my part; you’re a cutie.” She responded with a shrug. “Aleksandra, I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you but I don’t think I’ve made the best first impression.” She gestured to their shirts.

Late Nights || Aleks & Nathan

“Hmm? Oh yeah?” He took a step back, squinting his eyes to get a better look. “Professional junkie, here… I tend to meet people when I don’t have a clear mind so…. i’m sorry if I don’t recall… though, it’s a shame because girls with faces like yours shouldn’t go unnoticed.” He spoke softly with a wide grin. “I’m Nathan…I mean- you probably already knew that, huh?”

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kat-petrxva:

   “You. Hold it right there.” Katherine called over. “Give me that.” She inhaled sharply, pulling the water bottle from the person, hardly even looking at them and downing the contents. 

The blonde turned her head to the sound of a voice approaching her. She barely had time to notice a face before the bottle was ripped from her hand. She raised a brow. “Thirsty?” She questioned sarcastically.

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Jumping just a bit when someone was suddenly in front of her, Aleksandra heaved a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. Even if she had been calling for him, she hadn’t expected him to appear out of thin air. She was aware of how she must of looked to him. “I-I was attacked.” Were the only words that made it through her lips as she looked at him; still shaken. She was no longer in any physical pain, none of her injuries were serious to begin with. The only only evidence that was left behind of her struggle was the caked on blood that layered not only her face but her clothes and hands as well. “I was walking home from work and this small group of vampires began to appear one by one out of every place that I looked. At first I wasn’t intimidated I mean I can handle my own but these vampires were. . .skilled. Old at least older than me and they weren’t just some random sloppy vamps.” She stopped; choosing her words carefully. “They were. . .sophisticated, Well dressed but extremely volatile.” She said slowly as she recalled their behavior.

Surprise Attack || Aleks & Marcel

Closing the doors of the Excalibur gym shut as he latched on its final lock, the vampire turned mayor froze momentarily. Faintly in the distance, his ears immediately picked up on a set of shuffling feet. Before he made his way out, he stole a brief glance at the time which read a half past two. Catching the sound of scurrying footsteps amongst what was regularly a quiet night on this side of town, the vampire quickly sprinted from the gym and towards the source of the sound. It was then that his eyes fell upon the familiar blonde scurrying towards his direction with a hint of fear in her eyes. Holding his hands out to steady her once she nearly collided into him, “Aleks?” he questioned with concern. “What is it? What’s goin’ on?”

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Aleksandra placed the bottle on a nearby table, shaking the dripping alcohol from her hands. “That was my fault.” She responded as she took the towel from him, using it to further dry her hands. She handed it back to him before she looked up at the man in front of her. Furrowing her brows, she tilted her head to the side. “I’ve seen you before.” She commented, attempting to place a name to the face.

Late Nights || Aleks & Nathan

Nathan quickly felt the impact of another body hit her, watching as her drink spill all over herself. “Sorry.” He quickly spoke, his hands on her shoulders. “I should watch where I’m going.” He looked over at the bartender, using his eyes to direct to the clean hand towel. The bartender tossed it to Nathan who in turn handed it over to the blonde. 

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guineveregoodwin:

“High tolerance?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. “Yeah… I think I might need some water. Definitely sounds like a good idea. I’m never in a good mood when I’m hungover the next morning… Now, to find a glass that’s filled with regular liquid instead of alcohol? That might be a challenge…”

“Extremely.” Aleksandra mumbled under her breathe. “No one is ever in a good mood when they have a hangover. Who can be when you have a pounding migraine and are sensitive to light? How about I be your tester? I can tell you if it’s water or purely alcohol. I’ll even hold your shoes for you.” She offered with a smile.

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kademadden:

“Uh.. yeah. Haven’t you gotten the memo? It’s a new day & age. Girls are all into that feminist shit. Wanting to make the first move and all that.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’ll let you know if it’s my lucky night by the end of it. Depending on who I go home with.” He said, laughing softly.

“I’m well aware of all the feminist shit. I’ve made the first move a couple of times myself. Guess, I’m used to people approaching me most of the time. Oh well.” As a reflex, she brought her hand up and straightened his bow tie. “Anyone you have your eye on already?” She questioned almost sure that the answer was yes, yet asking for the hell of it.

Aleksandra || Kade

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micahsloan:

Watching as she leaned against the wall all he did was smile raising his right shoulder in a tiny shrug. He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this encounter as well as their last one but it at least kept him amused. “Alright.” He raised one of his hands lazily, in a gesture for her to continue. “Be honest then. Been thinking about it cause you want it again or because I should be slapped for making any move on you?”

Usually she would choose her words more carefully. Not that she gave a second thought about what she said but she knew when to not say certain things. As she thought about what she would respond to him, she decided to leave the filter behind. “More so that I want it again.” She began as she lifted her shoulders slightly in a shrug. “I find you entertaining. Although You’re my friend and I probably shouldn’t be so tempted when it comes to someone I actually care about. Considering that most of my hook ups are one night stands and I could not care less if I see their faces again.” She waved her hand, as if shooing away the string of people she’s bedded before. “ All reasons why I shouldn’t sleep with you aside. I’d probably do it either way. I’ve told you multiple times that I find you attractive. Number one reason why I play a lot of games with you. But I could always stop that too and just be a boring friend if it got on your nerves.” She added to the end.

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micahsloan:

When she realized what he meant Micah simply shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. “People are pretty sick and twisted no?” He certainly was at least, in his own sense much like everyone he kept close to him. They all had their own things making them do some pretty crazy stuff. “No.” He said in response to what she said last although it wasn’t entirely a question. “Answering my question with a question just won’t do.” He shook his head taking a step away from her. “I’ve already kissed you once I think that speaks for itself.”

“Sick and twisted indeed.” She knew that most people were for one reason or another. She’d seen enough in her lifetime  that not much shocked her. On occasion some things would bring her the smallest bit of surprise which she welcomed. It kept things interesting for her. Raising her eyebrow at him, she leaned against the nearby wall. “Oh, I remember the kiss and I’ve thought about the kiss. If you want me to be completely honest, I can be.”

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“Oh, so I’m supposed to come to you?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow, her tone sarcastic. “I thought it was the other way around and it’s rare for me to be wrong. Must be your lucky night.” Stopping in front of him, she let a smirk form on her lips. “You look pretty hot yourself. You look even better with a smile on your face.

Aleksandra || Kade

Smirking at the familiar voice, Kade parted his lips from the beer bottle and looked over at her. “I was waiting for you.” He said with a shameless smile. “Seriously. I said… until a beautiful top notch woman comes my way… i’m going to stay in this corner.” He winked, taking a single step closer to her. “You look…. wow… hot.”