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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.

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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.

If he'd been paying a bit more attention, Damon would have noticed the other vampire in the club more quickly. But no Power radiated off of her to grab him. It was only when he felt her gaze on him that his attention was caught. He frowned a little, the part where he couldn't really feel her out tipping him off to the fact she probably had some time on him.

Still, there was no mistaking what she was, in that unidentifiable sixth sense way that screamed vampire back at him.

He lifted his drink in a slight acknowledgment, lips curving in a half-smile.

Studying him, Rebekah could feel the Power that was coming off of him. He was older than most vampires that she came upon these days and that in itself was intriguing but not as much as the fact that she could practically taste the blood on his hands. If she guessed it right, he was no stranger to killing and he definitely had no problem with it either.

Watching as he finally looked at her, she nodded her head slightly in return, knowing that he made her for a vampire but he would never guessed who she was or how old. She had started shielding herself a long time ago. It was easier when among among their kind. They tended to relax when they didn't know there was an Original nearby and it helped her to find out things they would normally want to keep from her.

Knowing that he was still watching, she winked before twisting to turn away, seeming to lose herself in the music again.

It wasn't that he was territorial--Florence was a big city, and it easily supported the few vampires who were in town on any given occasion. However, he didn't know her, and that made him vaguely concerned after all he'd been through the past year.

Still, more than concerned, he was curious. He watched her dance, appreciatively, for a few minutes. The girls snuggled around him seemed to notice his inattention, but that just made them work harder to catch it.

When they're blathering got annoying enough, he got up, abruptly, and moved toward the dancefloor.

Opening her eyes, she scanned the crowd around her even as she kept track of the other vampire who was moving towards the dance lfoor. one of the perks of going out to the clubs was that they were easy hunting grounds. The prey here would practically throw themselves at you and so she rarely needed to work to find a meal when she wanted it.

Quietly she picked out a couple who were dancing nearby, knowing they weren't opposed to the idea of finding a third for a night of fun. The guy was a bit wiry for her taste but he was cute and his girlfriend had the most interesting hair as it was a shade of blue that Rebekah had to admire. Yes, they would do nicely.

Later though because right now she was going to focus on the vampire.

Damon reached her fairly easily--the crowd of humans seemed to part and withdraw, then close behind him as he made his way toward her. He stopped only when he was close enough to touch her, a strange little smile curving his lips.

"I haven't seen you here before." Not here in the club, not here in Florence.

Rebekah turned to face him as he came to a stop nearby, answering the strange little smile with a smirk.

"Then I guess we've just been missing each other, haven't we?" She answered coyly.

"I guess we have been," he replied, sweeping a casual gaze over her. Even prettier up close, and he was still unable to judge what he was dealing with. That gave him enough pause to not be overtly insolent, but neither did he lose his usual casual arrogance. Noblesse oblige, and all that, and here in Florence it carried further weight, resonating in the stones of his homeland, for him.

He was rather pretty as well, she would give him that. His eyes were probably his best feature but the whole package was rather nice. Of course, he was more than aware of it, she could tell that much too and time would tell if that worked for him or not.

"Then you should probably introduce yourself." There was a flicker of a smirk there as she looked at him expectantly

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"Damon Salvatore," he replied promptly, with an inclination of his head that was suggestive of the bow he might have given in another time. "Welcome to Florence."

Of course, she might have been here before he got back, but as the otherwise eldest vampire in the city, he felt something of a duty to extend some sort of welcome.

She nodded her head slightly before reaching out to offer her hand to him with a little smirk. "Rebekah." She offered her name. He had manners, that was nice as well.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Damon's smile was pretty and charming, as he lifted her hand to his lips to brush a kiss over it.

"The pleasure is all mine."

Her long lashes fluttered slightly at the kiss and she smirked a little more as she nodded at his statement. Then she arched a brow at him, tilting her head. "Do you dance?"

Damon gave her an answering smirk. "I've been known to do so."

She let out a low chuckle as she gave him the once-over, studying him. "Prove it."

He smirked a little, enjoying the once over, and listened to the music for a moment before starting to move to it. He'd kept hold of her hand after the kiss and used it now to tug her closer to him.

She slid into his arms gracefully, matching his movements easily as they started dancing together like it was second nature to them both. She was pleased that he could actually dance and not just do the weird spastic moves that men seemed to do these days.

Modern dancing was nothing compared to the intricate patters of the past. Really, even doing it well was more like imitating sex than dancing it sometimes seemed, but he liked how she moved and how she moved with him, with an inherent grace that said she knew what she was doing.

"So, how long have you been in town?"

Rebekah didn't need to lean in to make sure he could hear her over the music but that didn't stop her from doing so with a faint smirk as she brought her mouth close to his ear.

"Nearly a month now."

He was most certainly not going to complain about the nearness of her lips to his skin. He did shoot her a sideways glance to catch that smirk.

"That would be why I haven't seen you then, I suppose. I just got back in town a week or so ago--I haven't really made the rounds until tonight."

"And is this your usual hangout?" She meant the club they were currently dancing in, of course.

"One of them," he said with a nod. "It attracts a lot of tourists."

Who were the easiest prey, of course. So excited about a "foreign experience," and so hard to find when they went missing.

"Ah yes, the Americans are always the most amusing." She nodded in agreement, seeming to know exactly what he was thinking as she gave him a knowing look.

Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, but he smiled. "They really are, especially the college students."

"Of course, sometimes, there's something about the locals." She turned her head slightly, casting a meaningful look at the couple she had chosen earlier.

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