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Post by TARYN O'MARA on Jan 14, 2013 20:41:25 GMT -8
Sun lights up the day time
moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
and you know i'm gonna treat you right…
Taryn loved this time of her shifts at the Mystic Grill, mainly because it was the time that she was in the spotlight. Well, she didn’t have a spotlight but rather a small corner of the grill set up with a drumset, and a couple of microphones. She meant it metaphorically, as it was her time to shine. She loved to sing, especially when there were people willing to listen. As it was a Friday night, the Grill was particularly busy and several people occupied the tables in front of her in order to hear her sing. It was just like moths to a flame.
Now you listened to my story
Here's the point that i have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fair and have a sense of game …
Taryn recently had arrived to Mystic Falls. It didn’t take her long to make herself a home here. That was the beauty of having her charm, mostly everyone would be willing to do anything for her, and whatever Taryn wanted, she got. It wasn’t as if she were attempting to rule this small town, merely just establishing some sort of normalcy for her. After being imprisoned by a group of werewolves for almost thirty years, she just wanted to get back to being a normal young adult. That was if she wasn’t over sixty years old. That was one of the perks of being a vampire, she guessed, the fact that she didn’t look a day over twenty-two.
Her eyes scanned the tables in front of her as she sang the sultry blues song. It fit her, almost as much as her outfit that night. Even though she would waitress when she wasn’t singing, she had convinced the owner of the grill to where what she wanted. By convinced she meant she compulsed him. When Taryn was singing, she didn’t wear her apron, so she looked even more dazzling in the low lights. Wearing a burgundy low cut shirt and black slacks with a pair of heels was one of her signature looks. It obviously caught the boy’s attention, which is exactly what she wanted. Mainly because that night, she was starving.
No hamburger was going to curve that feeling either, for she was a vampire. Problem was, when she was turned her sire pretty much bit the dust. There had been no one to tell her how to live as a vampire, no owner’s manual or anything. She had to learn most things by herself. For the most part, she could control the cravings. However, she had put if off for too long. Tonight she was going to feed, the only question was who.
As the song came to a close, her question had been answered for her. A young man that had been practically drooling the entire time she sang had approached. It only took a couple minutes of flirting. Perhaps it was because of the movement of her pupils as she told him that they should go somewhere more private that he had agreed. Grabbing the man’s hand she pulled him to the back alley.
“I’ve never been with a woman this quickly before.. god you’re so hot.” He commented with a goofy grin as she pushed him up against the brick wall. “I know..” was the only comment that Taryn made as she sunk her fangs into his flesh. Unbeknownst to her that someone was actually watching her in the darkness as she drained the life of the man. The appeal of blood was so much she could stop. If no one pushed her away now, the man was to surely die…
hey give you fever
when you kiss them
Fever if you really learned
Fever
Till you sizzlen
But what a lovely way to burn…
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jan 15, 2013 16:54:34 GMT -8
It was a Friday night and there was Damon, without his friends, sulking with a glass of whiskey in his hand sitting at the bar at the Mystic Grill. Damon tried to shove the memory of Elena Gilbert aside for the night so that he could have some peace of mind instead of being tortured by her memories. All three of them just needed to move on and somehow make it out as friends. Damon shut his mind off from love and everything entirely and it was getting easier and easier to do with each glass of hard liquor he drank. Damon was slowly getting over Elena, granted they still needed to be friends, but he needed to shut off his mind romantically towards her..if that was even possible. ”Damon you’re being a baby, get over her, she broke your heart and clearly doesn’t want to be with you.” He thought to himself and it was true. Damon Salvatore just needed to get on with his life and not try to be apart of some tragic love triangle that would only end in pain for Damon, as it always did. Love was never on his side, though someday and somehow, he hoped it would.
Damon swiveled around in the bar stool as a voice that sounded as if it came from an attractive woman had diverted his attention from staring blankly at the bars granite countertop. With his drink in his hands, Damon looked to the corner of the Mystic Grill to find a very attractive brunette singing. The words were depressing, just like his mood, but in a way, it made him feel as if he could relate to her, just by the words she was singing. His eyes followed the curves of her body as she stepped into the low lights and sang into the microphone. Automatically, this female already interested Damon. He slowly slipped off of the stool and took a few steps closer to the female singer and her small band. Licking his lips, he then could then catch her scent. Vampire. Well, whoever she was, she was new in this town and Damon wanted to get to know her. He couldn’t resist but to flirt with the new girls who didn’t know who he was and having his reputation shatter their perspective on him....
Damon hid in the shadows of the grill as his eyes stayed on the female, her clothing was making it hard not to stare...He followed her gaze as she met the eyes of some young and horny teenager who couldn’t stop staring at her chest. Damon lightly scoffed to himself before taking a sip of his drink. The teenage male was falling into her trap. Damon had to admit, she was enticing as she sang with loneliness in her eyes that called out to the crowd. But the look of loneliness look wasn’t something that was just to attract dinner, but it was genuine. Damon lightly cocked his head as he watched her with curious eyes. The low lights made her look enticing, but who knew what desires lurked in her heart. After a few minutes, the song had ended and the female met up with the male that was drooling over her. Damon sat in the nearest booth so he could observe the both of them. Why was he watching her? Perhaps because he wanted to get to know her, or because he wanted to make sure that a new vampire wasn’t going to make trouble for the rest of the vampires in Mystic Falls. Tending his drink and finishing it, he heard the whisper of a request to go somewhere more private. Damon smirked, poor fool was going to be her meal.
Damon walked out the exit and hid in the shadows, keeping out of sight from both of them but still keeping an eye on her. Damon wasn’t against vampires feeding on humans, just lately, he didn’t want vampires killing the humans because it put vampires on blast in the town. The two had a light chat before she sunk her fangs into him. The guy let out a few moans and groans, and after a minute or so, she was going to drain the kid dry. Damon started to step out of the shadows at the realization that she wasn’t going to stop feeding off of the human anytime soon. Damon could hear the heart coming to a stop, Damon couldn’t risk her exposing all of the vampires, so he decided to put a stop to her feeding. Damon quickly sped up to the two and he pushed the vampire off of the human as he fell to the ground, almost lifeless. Damon used his strength when he pushed the female and it must have thrown her a few feet away. He didn’t mind hurting her since small wounds weren’t a big deal for vampire, especially after they had just fed. Looking down at the male then back at the female, he told her, ”What the hell is your problem? Trying to kill the kid?!”
Damon’s voice hinted with anger as he lightly cut his own wrist and thrust it into the male’s mouth to give him a small mouthful of blood to heal him. Damon would be the one to compel the fool to not mention what just happened. Taking his wrist out of the boy’s mouth, he waited for him to recuperate before he walked over to the female and watched her, waiting for her to say something. ”You’re hot and all, but I can’t let you risk exposing the vampires in this town.” Damon exclaimed, making an obvious point that he was a vampire, but what did that really matter now?
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Post by TARYN O'MARA on Jan 15, 2013 17:43:51 GMT -8
Taryn never used to be like this, a killer. Back in the old days, she had nothing but pure goodness in her heart. In Ireland, she had her family by her side, her father telling her the virtues that she needed to hear and obey. She had been really close to the members in her family. Her mother was an expert seamstress, always making her clothing. Perhaps that is where she got such a love for fashion. They could not afford anything new, so she would make what she had saw in the pictures of magazines. To others it might of felt like second hand, but to her it felt like a million bucks. Her father was a butcher, owning his own shop. He wasn’t as engrossed in his work, often telling his children to follow their dreams, whatever they may be. He was the one to empty his savings just so Taryn could go to university. She never fought with her brother and sister, they relied on one another. She thought her biggest mistake was deciding to go to Cambridge to become a doctor.
She never did become a Doctor. Taryn did get her bachelors in biology, which was more than any woman could achieve during the 60’s. She had decided to go and get her doctorate, mainly because she had obtained a scholarship for it. No, that was not the mistake. The mistake was meeting Jared St. James. Truth be told, she was never mad at him for what had happened. A part of her still loved him deeply and experienced sorrow for the loss of him. Yet it was his fault that he had gotten himself killed. Technically he had already been dead. Taryn had been dating and was engaged to a vampire the whole time and she hadn’t known it. There was a night that he revealed himself to her, and changed her into what she was now. A monster. He never returned and she ended up being a prisoner to a gang of Irish werewolves for over thirty years.
Taryn managed to get free from them, fleeing for her life to make a brand new start in the world. She never quite knew what she had decided to come to Mystic Falls, it was just a gut instinct. Thing was, since her sire had been murdered (along with her family), she had no idea how to be a vampire. She just went with her feelings and instincts, something that caused a lot of problems. Even though she could last long without feeding, there was always a night or two that she would crumble. Tonight was one of those nights.
For some reason, she was feeling particularly lonely that night. Perhaps it was because she was truly and utterly alone. She didn’t make friends, mainly because she was afraid she would eat them. Taryn hated werewolves, and vampires did a damn good job of hiding themselves in this town. Everyone ignored her as if she were just a mere shadow on the sidewalk. That and the fact that she could only come out during night was a pain in the ass. She was used to being alone as a prisoner, but this was supposed to be her new life. Taryn was already failing at it. So much so that it reflected in her song, which was a good reason why she had picked something with a bit of sorrow in it already. Her eyes scanned the crowd, her stomach pains making it hard to concentrate, she had to feed, and it had to be tonight.
It didn’t take long to find a sucker, mainly because he had been one of the few that had been staring at her chest as she performed. One of the main reasons why she had wore such a low cut top. He was young enough, she just hoped that he wouldn’t be someone that the town missed. Taryn hated this part, the fact that she didn’t know how to stop. The man she was flirting with at that moment had signed a deal with the devil, he was going to die that night. The pains in her stomach were so bad, she only made it as far as the alley behind the grill. Her eyes blackened, the veins appearing around the whites of her eyes as her fangs elongated. The hunger went away as she drank freely from the man’s neck, ignoring the noises and the fact that his heart was slowing. That was it, she was going to kill another human. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t stop. That was until something or rather someone had pried her off the human causing her to fall back against the brick wall, a few cuts slightly bleeding from her arms before healing.
Taryn looked up at the man that had thrown her, she had recognized him at the grill. He was sitting in the back, and she looked over him mainly because the hunger was so strong. She caught herself staring a moment before gathering her composure. Sitting on the ground she stammered with her words as he asked what her problem was. What was she going to say to him? Yes, she was going to kill the boy. It took her almost a full minute to realize that the man standing before her wasn’t a human or other supernatural. He was just like her. He was a vampire and he had saved her from making a utterly terrible mistake.
She watched as he gave some of his blood to the boy, causing his wounds to slowly heal. He used compulsion telling the boy to run home without remembering what had happened. Taryn didn’t even know her own blood could heal her victims. Slowly she stood up, still staring at him as her eyes went normal, her fangs receding back into her gums. “I…” She mumbled before shaking it off. She wasn’t going to show him vulernablilty. She wasn’t weak, just not properly taught. “Sorry. Just that there wasn’t exactly a How to be a vampire book I could check out at the library. Not something I could exactly learn from a beheaded sire and being a werewolf’s pet. You could of easily just off’ed me. Why did you help..?” She questioned. Taryn couldn’t do it, muster up her bad ass’ness. There was something about him, something she felt like she could be herself with. She had… feelings. Taryn didn’t know how to push them aside. “I saw you in the bar when I was singing. Pretty much down an entire bottle of whiskey.. light weight. Name’s Taryn and damn right I’m hot.”
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Jan 16, 2013 11:52:22 GMT -8
The night had taken an interesting turn from where Damon thought the night was headed, which consisted of getting so drunk and stumbling back to the boarding house. No, he couldn’t sulk or feel pain anymore, he needed to get over her and over everything that they had. It was the only way he was going to live a life full of peace. Damon couldn’t live like this for the rest of his existence, well maybe not for the rest of his immortal life because Elena would age and die at some point. That would be a situation where he would be able to get over her quicker because it was a natural death and not her choice, but this was her choice to not be with him. Shaking his head, he followed the poor fool and the hungry female vampire out to the dark alleyway that was desolate and empty by this time of night, so at least she wasn’t doing it in public, it was something she could at least do right. Shoving the vampire aside, he lightly hissed at her as he tried to aid the human before he would see death because of a careless vampire. Damon though couldn’t blame her, he had seen the same look before...on his brother. It was a sign of a vampire that did not know how to control themselves when it came to blood, they let the bloodlust take them over and that could lead to problems. Also, it just meant as a vampire, they had no control. It also meant they just did not know how to stop.
After shoving the vampire away, he could smell the blood of the human all of the place and Damon was easily able to resist it. Not that it wasn’t tempting, but he fed on a normal basis so the hunger wouldn’t overcome him like it was to this vampire. While cutting his wrist and looking back at the female, she was in a daze as blood covered her lips and lower half of her face as she looked at him as if she recognized him from earlier. Asking what her deal was, she just sat there bleeding on the ground before healing quickly as she remained silent. Damon just shook his head. Feeding his blood to the guy, his neck punctures were starting to heal, though a scar would always remain. He compelled him to run home and not mention anything of what happened and if people asked, it was an animal bite. That was always the excuse and eventually people would catch on but with being compelled, their story always seemed convincing when they weren’t panicking about it. After the male was healed and walked off in the direction of home, Damon turned around to the female vampire again and she was starting to stand up as her eyes turned natural again and the blackened veins receded. She slowly started to mumble before apologizing and gave some sad story about why she did what she did.
Damon turned all the way towards her and sucked on his own wrist for a moment to stop the bleeding and lifted her eyebrows as she explained that she never really learned to be a vampire by having a beheaded sire and a pet of the werewolves. She noted that he could have easily killed her and asked why he helped. Damon lightly rolled his eyes. ”I don’t kill vampires unless they really deserve it. You, on the other hand, just seem like a newborn who needs to be smacked around a little.” He lightly smirked. ”And for the record, I wasn’t helping you, I was helping the guy to in turn, protect myself....Vampires aren’t liked in this town, didn’t need you to go around screwing that up.” Damon honestly exclaimed. At the thought of her being a werewolf’s pet, it made him lightly hiss. He hated the werewolves because their bite almost ended his life and it was intense pain that couldn’t be stopped unless he made a deal with the devil for his blood, Klaus. She then told him that she saw him when she was singing and he was in the bar, he nodded in agreement when she said he downed an entire bottle. Calling him a lightweight, Damon smirked at her. She introduced herself as Taryn and she had sass by calling herself hot and knowing it.
”It takes a lot more than a bottle of Bourbon to get me drunk, it’s annoying actually. And I’m Damon Salvatore...so how old are you anyway? And there really is no vampire how-to guide, it’s something you just learn...but you need help, you remind me of someone.” Damon asked her age because she seemed like a newborn, but with her life story, it could add a few more years on how old he thought she was in vampire years. There couldn’t be another Ripper living around Mystic Falls, but it seemed like she kept a hold on her humanity instead of Stefan, she just had trouble with controlling herself when it came to blood, similar to his brother’s dilemma. Damon came closer to her, trying to see if she had any necklace or ring that guarded her from the sunlight, if not, she really needed his help on how to live in luxury as a vampire and avoid the things that would expose them or kill them. Why not help her? She was hot and it would help him get his mind off of things.
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