Damon still had no idea what was going on. Last he'd known, he'd been in Florence, trying to figure out how to get Katherine away from Stefan's courtship and into his bed. Or on his arm. Maybe his father was right about some things--at least so far as making sure Guiseppe never cut off his allowance--and he should consider settling down. Wherein
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He had been sitting at a nearby table when he spotted Damon and he considered whether to approach the vampire or not. He had been told that this Damon wasn't from his world but that didn't much matter.
So, finally, he rose to his feet and walked over. "Hey, Damon."
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"Do I know you?" The Italian accent that was always there, in his world, was a little stronger, now.
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"I'm Jeremy Gilbert." He offered his hand.
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"Damon Salvatore, though you seem to know that already somehow..."
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"Yes, I'm from the other place." He looked briefly confused then. "Didn't Ric or Jenna tell you?"
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"What other place? Who are...Ric and Jenna?" Damon went from looking sulky back to genuinely confused.
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"You know, Ric is your friend and Jenna is my aunt. Elena's aunt too in our world." He started to frown. "Are you feeling okay?"
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He really didn't like that feeling, at all, honestly.
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"Do you know where you are?" Maybe this wasn't the Damon that the others had told him about.
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"I have never heard of such a village in all of Italy, and I've traveled quite a bit."
That, at least, was a point of pride.
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"It's okay, we're not close or anything." He shrugged. "We just care about the same people."
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He smirked slightly. "Are you certain you know me?"
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