now and then i think of all the times you screwed me over.

[sharp]

Who: Amy Pond (sharp) & Damon Salvatore (dilemma)
When: Backdated to 2/23ish, after all the vamp attacks.
Where: Tower Apartments.
Summary: Amy starts to remember that Damon compelled her when he first arrived and decides to confront him about everything.
Warnings: Angry ginger vs. asshole vampire. Possibly yes for language?



[ It always was a bit strange when gaps in her memory came back -- this wasn't the first time. It was like remembering a dream you had a long time ago and all of those small fragments that never made sense were crystal clear. She felt like an idiot not realizing things sooner though.

It takes a day. Her memory and her dreams were more connected in this place, so she's not surprised it happens when she wakes up the next morning after everything that had happened. Two vampires she thought she mostly knew were on a hunt for blood. Red eyes. Fangs. She remembers seeing those up close. But not from them -- from Damon. And she was mad.

Dressed and raring to go, she takes the stairs to his flat and soon enough she's pounding on his door. She tries to open it, fussing with the doorknob in impatience. It saved her the trip at least, and the energy, which she was saving up. ] Open up, Damon! I know you're in there.

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[dilemma]

[ He hears the footsteps approach the door before the knock and the voice. He knows that voice. Finds a little sliver of relief when he hears it, but not enough to stop his plans for the evening.

Sure, he had been eating, but there was a different kind of hunger involved when you neglected the fundamental aspects of your existence. This could only be satiated a few ways, and seeing Angelus and Godric not care about rules made him want to let go of his own convictions. Elena and Stefan...Bonnie and Alaric; the weren't here to judge his life choices. What's the point in caring?

Damon swings the door open, leaving a gap to let her in despite leaning on the frame. ]

I wasn't expecting delivery.

[ Perfectly cordial, he greets her with a strained though genuine smile. ]

[sharp]

[ When he appears in the doorway, her memory is triggered again. Amy knows now for sure everything she saw did happen, and he covered it up somehow. Probably his weird vampire powers. And that stupid, smug smirk wasn't helping either.

Her arms instantly fold over her chest. Though for a second her eyes widen because the connotation of the words were different now, but they're quickly back to their narrowed annoyance. ]

Good, 'cos that's not why I'm here.

[ She pushes past him and into his apartment. Even though she is mad, she doesn't want someone to overhear and panic. If she could take care of this without a fuss, then that would be better. It was between them anyway. ]

You messed with my memory.

[dilemma]

[ Well, his smug expression is definitely strained after that bombshell, and she's brushing past him before he can even formulate a response. He checks the hall real quick before closing the door, making a point to lock the deadbolt.

Calm, collected and suppressing a tinge of (thinly veiled) rage, Damon responds to Amy's accusation with a boldfaced lie in the interest of self preservation. ]

I didn't mess with your memory.

[sharp]

[ Amy immediately turns on him once he's locked the door. She knows she's standing very close to a vampire who could potentially snap, but somehow that doesn't persuade her to back down. ]

Yes, you did. And you're lying. I remember what happened.

[ Instead of coming right out and saying it, she decides to test him a bit. Probably not the best idea, but she's upset enough to not care. ]

You would've biten me, am I right?

[dilemma]

[ Oh Amy, Amy, Amy. He's not really sure what it is about these girls in his life that makes them think it's a good idea to walk into his domain and throw around accustations. Is there a sign on his door or something? ]

Like I said, I have no idea what you're talking about. Even if I did, here's a a piece of advice: walking into the alleged big bad's lair? Not smart.

[ Belittling her concern probably isn't the best idea, but if she were on a witch hunt she wouldn't be here without backup. ]

[sharp]

[ Those smug eyebrows and smirks could be considered something of a sign to go ahead. The attitude was a little more than annoying, especially while he was lying to her face. ]

Yes, you do. You made me forget you're a vampire Why?

[ She's not afraid because if he really wanted to do something to her, then he would have done it already. Or even back the night he showed up. ]

Are you using me for something? Since you're such a big bad.

[dilemma]

You remembered I was a vampire, how?

[ He mirrors her indignation, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

What? Yeah, I'm using you for your fabulous text messaging skills. They keep me warm on those lonely nights doing vampiry things. [ Amy's accusations are ridiculous to him, clearly mocking her for it is the best course of action. ]

[sharp]

I've got a good memory.

[ And she leaves it at that. There's more to it, but she's not about to explain her dormant ability and all of the time travel nonsense he never believes anyway. ]

Oh, shut up. [ dragging out the 'up' at him. ] Then, what are you doing exactly? Why almost attack me and then back down and hide it?

any opportunity to say RIPPAAAARRGGH

[dilemma]

Doesn't work like that. I've had plenty of time to test the theory out in this town.

[ Of course, those had all been locals without pesky dormant abilities bubbling below the surface. He also didn't drain her, but that's a minor detail. ]

Those ripper douchebags broadcasting their mayhem on the network? That's not how I operate. I have an ideal cover-up, and would still if the place wasn't crawling with others on an all-blood diet.

get out stefan

[sharp]

Well, guess your experiment failed.

[ But before she can get all smug on him, his explanation leaves her a little thrown. Amy wasn't expecting an almost rational answer. The look on her face is all caution and confusion. ]

No, hang on. What? It's not?

take klaus with you. leave elijah.

[dilemma]

[ His eyes narrow at her for a fraction of a second. ] Except we're in bizarro Canada and for all I know you went Wonder Girl on me and reversed it with a power? Or are you just fond of vervain?

[ The expression on his face hardens some, and he takes another step towards her. Towering over her isn't quite possible considering her height, but that doesn't mean he can't be intimidating. ]

There's a time and a place for it. Let's just say... I've been on a modified diet.

[ Best not to inform her of his recently falling off that wagon. ]

good. also fourthwalling all over dis.

[sharp]

[ That almost makes her laugh. She just purses her lips instead. ] What's vervain? Is that like your kryptonite?

[ Amy doesn't back away, refusing to be intimidated by his lack of personal space. She just crosses her arms to keep something of a wall in between them. ]

I don't understand. [ First he's all big bad vampire on her, now it just seems like it's all an act. ] So, what do you want?

god amy you can't just ask someone if they have a kryptonite

[dilemma]

[ She's not getting out of this one that easily. Besides, not a great time to discuss his many vampire-related weaknesses. ]

Don't change the subject.

[ Impressive. Amy Pond is either very stupid or very brave, and it all reminds him of someone he'd rather forget. Subtle as he can, he gives her the once over for the second time since they've met. She was cute, useful, good conversations. She kept him on his toes even now when most people would have cowered away. He kept Andie and Rose around for the same reasons, but right now isn't a time to figure out how to delicately word you're a distraction or even you're a source (possibly you're an alibi).

This imaginary wall of hers doesn't stop him from leaning forward and getting a good look in those eyes of hers. He has no intention of compelling her this time, though he can't be held responsible for his own charm. ]

I want what you want. [ He pauses for effect, letting her suffer through what he might have meant for a moment. ] Making this hell hole as homey as possible until we find a way out. Not being bored. Having an acquaintance or two.

SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS

[sharp]

[ Amy pouts slightly, shaking her head and remaining stubborn on this one. For now at least. She had to have something to hold over him, anyway. ]

What? It's a fair question.

[ She has no idea what this vervain is, but it should obviously tell him that she's not using it. Wonder Girl was looking more likely. She didn't mind having that kind of title anyway.

But then she's staring straight into his eyes again. If she didn't already have the habit, then she might think that look of his was working. It's a little too smug for her to be charmed right now. ]

Oh, do you? [ She asks with a raise eyebrow, leaning forward a bit. Two could play at this game. ] So, you actually like me?

i JUST realized the title of this post lol <#

[dilemma]

It's an herb. Nullifies certain things. I've built up a tolerance, so don't bother.

[ He's dropping the pretense of smug and going back to irritated. She's being so tight lipped about giving him information while milking him for basically everything on him. At least he still has the whole super strength, blood drinking thing going for him.

Damon responds to her question with a shrug and an eh sort of face. ]

What's not to like? You remind me of someone. She was also annoying and made poor choices.

HAHA really? especially picked for chu~

[sharp]

Oh.

[ As in oh, guess it doesn't make a difference. She figures it's like his vampire version of garlic, but after her kryptonite comment, she decides to let that one go. Maybe another time.

Amy is too busy being mildly offended by the annoying comment anyway. Her posture relaxes into something more sassy — head tilted and hip jutted out to the side. ]

What? Speak for yourself. I'm not the one usually drunk on the network.