Derek Janders. The name sounded familiar, but try as he might Damon could not figure out where he had heard it before.
“Let me buy tu a drink” Derek said. It más sounded like an order than a friendly gesture. He conjured his wallet and paid two whiskeys, after compelling the bartender not to ask his ID.
“Who turned you?” Damon asked, not touching his drink.
“Does it matter?” Derek answered with a question. “Look, tu wanted me to tell tu what I wanted, so here it is. I want tu to train me, educate me in the world of vampires”
Now Damon drank to wash away that information. “You’re kidding, right? I don’t do educations, for crying out loud. I have no time for that” he exclaimed.
“Oh, come on, please! I need to defend myself. I need to learn who I can trust with my secret. You’re the only one I know that’s like me. We can be badass partners in crime!” Derek kind of begged.
“Yeah, only problem he already has a badass partner in crime” a voice dicho from behind Derek. Derek turned around.
“Damon” Alaric said.
“Ric” Damon said. They shook hands and Alaric sank down on the taburete on the other side of Derek.
“What do tu think, can we include him in our little gang?” Alaric asked serious at Damon.
“I don’t know” Damon said, examining Derek. “He looks a little weird”
“I can change how I look” Derek quickly dicho with bulging eyes.
“Oh, really?” Damon dicho with a smirk. He took one of the piercings in Derek’s ear. “First…” “Ow!” “these…” “Ow!” “go…” “Ow!!” “out” Damon ended putting Derek’s piercings on the bar. Derek rubbed his ear.
“Ooh, that doesn’t look very good” Alaric dicho with a look at Derek’s ear.
“Really? ‘Cause I don’t feel it anymore” Derek said.
“I’d take a look in the mirror, there’s one in the restroom” Damon said. Derek walked to the restroom. Alaric made a sign at Damon, saying let’s get out of here. Damon gladly accepted the offer and took off with Ric, the moment Derek returned from the restroom. They’d ditched him, he realized. He’d soon find them again. Damon Salvatore would be sorry for the way he treated him.
“Let me buy tu a drink” Derek said. It más sounded like an order than a friendly gesture. He conjured his wallet and paid two whiskeys, after compelling the bartender not to ask his ID.
“Who turned you?” Damon asked, not touching his drink.
“Does it matter?” Derek answered with a question. “Look, tu wanted me to tell tu what I wanted, so here it is. I want tu to train me, educate me in the world of vampires”
Now Damon drank to wash away that information. “You’re kidding, right? I don’t do educations, for crying out loud. I have no time for that” he exclaimed.
“Oh, come on, please! I need to defend myself. I need to learn who I can trust with my secret. You’re the only one I know that’s like me. We can be badass partners in crime!” Derek kind of begged.
“Yeah, only problem he already has a badass partner in crime” a voice dicho from behind Derek. Derek turned around.
“Damon” Alaric said.
“Ric” Damon said. They shook hands and Alaric sank down on the taburete on the other side of Derek.
“What do tu think, can we include him in our little gang?” Alaric asked serious at Damon.
“I don’t know” Damon said, examining Derek. “He looks a little weird”
“I can change how I look” Derek quickly dicho with bulging eyes.
“Oh, really?” Damon dicho with a smirk. He took one of the piercings in Derek’s ear. “First…” “Ow!” “these…” “Ow!” “go…” “Ow!!” “out” Damon ended putting Derek’s piercings on the bar. Derek rubbed his ear.
“Ooh, that doesn’t look very good” Alaric dicho with a look at Derek’s ear.
“Really? ‘Cause I don’t feel it anymore” Derek said.
“I’d take a look in the mirror, there’s one in the restroom” Damon said. Derek walked to the restroom. Alaric made a sign at Damon, saying let’s get out of here. Damon gladly accepted the offer and took off with Ric, the moment Derek returned from the restroom. They’d ditched him, he realized. He’d soon find them again. Damon Salvatore would be sorry for the way he treated him.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame dicho '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame dicho snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder dicho ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good comida for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. o ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. o ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
