(psl) i can give you what you want but you gotta come home with me

[slayerdom]

[ At this point, Buffy feels secure in saying that she's entered the Twilight Zone. And not just because she's casually wandering through the living room of the Salvatore Boarding House with her arms crossed over her chest, but also because she's talking shop with a vampire who doesn't have a government sponsored chip in his head to keep him from

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[asinsaviour]

[ Damon finishes pouring himself a drink and gestures for Buffy to take a sit. ] In general? Or just with regards to Katherine? [ Not that the two aren't connected. ] I'm much more interested to know why you haven't put a stake through my heart. You know what I am. You know what I'm capable of. How do you even know you can trust me?

[slayerdom]

If I trusted you, I wouldn't have brought this. [ She refuses the seat, instead pulling a stake out of her jacket and setting it on the bookshelf beside her. ] Trust isn't an option, Damon. And the minute you slip up, I will be right there with Mr. Pointy.

But, I've known my fair share of vampires who make the choice to pass on people-eating, and if all I have to do is my job to show you that you can be one of them? You bet I'm gonna do it. [ See: Stefan, Angel, ... reluctantly Spike. In fact, if it weren't for Stefan, she probably wouldn't be having this conversation. But she is. ]

Now, tell me what she did to make you want to send the Slayer after her.

[asinsaviour]

[ One second he's standing by the couch and in the next, he's standing in front of her; one hand over Mr. Pointy, making sure it stays on the bookshelf. ] Katherine killed my puppy. It was a cute, little pomeranian called Zach. We loved Zach very much, Stefan and I. [ He frowns slightly at this point, looking somewhat upset. ] One day, Katherine just... snapped his neck like it was nothing.

[ He lifts his eyes towards Buffy, and after a moment of silence, he snorts out a laugh. ]

[slayerdom]

[ Well, he's got that much going for him: his speed is way more advanced than any other vampire -- or anything else for that matter -- that she's gone up against. She looks startled when he's suddenly in front of her, but she clenches her jaw to mute the reaction as quickly as she can. She keeps that tense, serious look throughout his story, regardless of how ridiculous it is. When he starts laughing, she knows she's screwed. So, she goes for her own intimidation plan, which happens to be a lot more overt. ]

That's a cute story. [ She obviously doesn't think so. She looks annoyed. ] My turn. A few weeks ago, Dracula was in town. You know Dracula. The Dracula? The Dark Prince, The Count ... Well, apparently, he wanted to meet the big, bad Slayer. He didn't leave in a coffin, Damon. He's dead. Dead because he thought it was a good idea to mess with me and my friends.

Do you want the same thing to happen to you?