Human again - I need a drink (OTA)
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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When she got there, he was sitting down and looking around the room with an expression that she didn't think looked very Damon-like at all. Shrugging off a frown, she moved to sit down at his table.
"Hi, Damon, how are you today?" She asked cheerfully, smiling, greeting him like she might any other time they'd randomly run into another.
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"...Do I know you?"
He was getting a bit tired of asking that question.
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"Of course you know me. It's Gise-Wait." Her hands slapped lightly against the top of the table, resting there. "You are Damon Salvatore, right?" Her eyes widened a little bit. She knew that people's faces could be copied sometimes, twins running around the village--though, she hadn't met any of them.
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"You really don't recognize me?" Hurt flashed through her eyes. "Is...there something wrong? Do you not remember any of the people you've met here?"
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Though Katherine had been insistent that he had been here for two years, which was absurd.
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She was grateful when he smiled, apologizing and sweeping the hurt away from her heart. It was really a very easy task for Damon to complete, when she cared for him so dearly. "Have you seen your brother, or anyone else who may have claimed to know you yet? It would be good for them to know that you left and came back."
She nibbled on her bottom lip for a second. "I promise, you were here for a long while before. We were very good friends." Only to Damon could Giselle have put emphasis on any word and express that she meant they'd been intimate.
"What do you remember before you showed up here?" She would go along with whatever he said, as always, believing that he really had left and came back.
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He wasn't quite sure what else to say about that, and even with his not full command of the vernacular, he understood her emphasis. It made him smile.
"I was out at a tavern in Florence....and that, I'm afraid is all."
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She really was still all smiles, her eyes showing a shift in emotion if there was one.
"And where is 'Florence?'" Damon might have referred to the city before, most likely to having been from Italy, but the specific name didn't register in Giselle's memory.
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Not with Stefan all....naked and having been sleeping pressed close to him when he awakened.
"Florence is in Italy. It's my home."
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"Oh! Yes, I remember you mentioned you were from there." Her lips pursed slightly. "But that's before you were..." a vampire, but her eyes grew and it clicked that maybe this Damon wasn't a vampire at all.
She leaned in toward him, rising off her chair, and said very, very softly, "Damon...are you a...vampire?"
She gave him a dead-serious look, not expecting him to lash out or be angry that she'd asked. She was being discreet after all, whispering and everything!
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He stared at her at her question. "...I am not a vampire." Katherine was, but he didn't know this girl to tell her that, and why would she ask it?
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Giselle leaned back when he answered, making no effort to hide her frown. "Oh, okay." That was certainly a disappointment. Damon had to be a vampire. She tilted her head a little bit. "Are you sure you're not? Maybe you...you could have forgotten." She really just wanted him to be a vampire, to make the growing, unsettling weight in her chest go away.
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He wanted to be one, yes, but he hadn't gotten there, yet.
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"That doesn't seem very fair." What? She thought that he liked being a vampire, and she sure as hell knew that she liked it.
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