Post by Damon Salvatore on Feb 9, 2011 5:55:16 GMT -5
The large hall was deathly silent, apart from the chinking of glasses next to the lounge area. Damon, the older of the Salvatore brothers was pouring himself a glass of Bourbon. He had just returned from his night of venturing and was winding down after his last feed. It wasn't a local, thank god. They didn't need any more speculation into the Vampire myth again! He'd only just gotten back from his world trip and the last thing his brother needed was another Vampire hunt! Infact, he hadn't seen Stefan or his nephew Zach in a while. Being a vampire household and being it his home, he didn't need an invitation. His piercing blue eyes looked around the dated boarding house. Some things just needed livening up! Damon only looked 25, not the 170 years in his skin. He was clothed in his usual attire; a black shirt with a leather jacket to cover his back, and dark denim jeans on his lower half. He was lounging on the large sofa with the whiskey glass in his hand. It may have been his extreme senses but someone was coming and he knew exactly who it was...
