prodigalsavior | I've got some good friends here / I might've broke a heart or two [For <user site="livejournal.com"

"I'm not like you."

Damon had spat the words at Matt, rejecting his words, his offer, and they echoed in his head now and again. But when he walked away, there had been only one place he felt he could go: home. Part of him was certain he should have gone elsewhere, somewhere he could disappear.

The other part of him half-wanted to be found, wanted to see if they would come after him, come to find him.

Florence had always been home, a place where he could settle into like a second skin. Funny now, how badly he'd wanted to get out of it when he'd been human. Now, it was a beacon, always.

He'd settled back into the exclusive house on Via Tornabuoni, its polished wood and marble frescoes and inlaid floors soothing something inside of him. Tonight, though, he'd left it for the clubs he knew a lot of students frequented. They always made such easy hunting, the girls all but begging to be embraced by darkness. It was almost too easy.

He had a drink in his hand, sitting on a couch in the VIP section. Several girls were vying for his attention, but he was only half paying attention, his thoughts half a world away.

Deep in the sea of bodies on the dance floor, Rebekah was losing herself in the low pulsing beat of the music. More often than not, she missed the music of the old days, especially the twenties, when she could dance with a handsome man as some woman crooned softly on the stage nearby but she couldn't deny that there was something about the beat of the music that she listened to now that spoke to her. The bass pulled at something deep inside of her as she moved, dancing sinuously as the lights flashed overhead, glancing off of her blood red dress that embraced her slender form. Next to some of the other girls in the club, Rebekah was dressed conservatively but she still caught the attention of everyone around her.

Lifting her arms above her head, she continued to dance as she tilted her head back with a little smile, her eyes closed even as she let her mind drift along to the minds around her. So many superficial and empty thoughts, all focused mainly on feeling good for the night. All of them except for one mind that caught her attention as she opened her eyes and turned slightly to zero in on the guy sitting in the VIP area. It was where she could usually be found when she wasn't in the mood to dance.

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