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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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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.

He followed her glance, sweeping his gaze over them, probing a little bit. What he found made him smile. "Sometimes there is at that..."

"They're the adventurous sort, aren't they?" She watched him smile and she knew that he understood what she meant. "You're welcome to join me. They like to share and sometimes I don't mind it either with the right person."

He hummed something in agreement about her assessment of the couple. Hunting couples was generally best done by women or other couples--single men didn't have as much luck sans compulsion, though it worked sometimes. Still, he generally stuck to the girls looking for an Italian romance to write home about.

Something different would be nice. He shot her an amused look, though something more settled, more curious rested behind it. "You think I'm the right person?"

But Rebekah wasn't really looking to have these two write home about anything by the time morning came.

At his question, she gave Damon the once over again. As though she could know the truth just by looking him over from head to toe and supposedly whatever she saw made her nod. "I think you're exactly the right person." She murmured, her voice rich with promise as she started to draw away from him.

She started towards the couple then, sliding through the crowd while seeming to dance as well.

Damon watched her for a moment, then shifted to follow her, moving just as smoothly, though his gait had something reminiscent of a predatory cat in it. He danced behind on girl here, another there, until they reached the couple.

A bit of a smirk curved his lips as he waited for them to notice.

Of course the couple took notice as it wasn't really possible to miss either vampire especially when they were together. Not that the couple knew what Damon or Rebekah were. They simply thought they were another couple and they were intrigued.

When Damon reached her again, Rebekah turned towards him slightly, still moving to the music even as it looked like she was dancing with him as well as the couple. The guy inched closer to Rebekah after a few minutes and Rebekah flashed Damon a smirk before turning towards him slightly.

Damon had never really had the chance to truly hunt with a partner. For a few moments, his attention stayed fixed on Rebekah, but the other woman caught his attention and seemed flattered when he shifted it to her. He moved with her easily, sexing the moves up a bit, hips moving fluidly with the music as he drew her closer and felt her heart jump with excitement.

Truthfully, she wasn't as interested in the couple now but she was hungry and that needed to be dealt with before she could really focus on anything else. So she laughed softly, flirtatiously, when the guy got a little too close. It didn't bother her after all because she intended to get a lot closer.

After a bit, she nodded before motioning to Damon with a small smirk. When the guy nodded, she slipped closer to the other vampire then, smirking. "Sweetheart, our friend here wants to know if we can go somewhere a little more private." She nodded towards the VIP area as she said it.

"I think that can be arranged," Damon murmured, glancing at the woman he'd been dancing with. Reaching out, he took the human's hand in his, giving her a flirtatious glance, before tilting his head toward the bouncer whose job it was to keep the undesireables out of the hallowed space.

"Let me just chat with Paolo over there. Give me a moment...."

Not that the bouncer would say no to him, even without a little influencing, but it didn't help to have the prey think you'd done something special for them.

Rebekah smirked as Damon slid off to talk to the bouncer and she took a moment to switch her attention to the girl who was intrigued by her as well. She flirted with her, daring to reach out to brush her finger's along the girl's cheek, enjoying the rush of blood and heat that made her thirsty. The guy enjoyed the sight of Rebekah touching his woman and she could sense the different thoughts he had forming in his head.

Giving a low laugh then, she dropped her hand away as Damon made his way back over.

"It's all arranged," he told the other couple, the air of being able to do a favor still lingering, even as he flirted his eyes over the girl, and flashed the man a curiously assessing look. He noted the heat, the rising blood in their skin with a pleased flicker in his eyes, before his expression settled back into slightly amused opacity.

His hand settled on Rebekah's waist, gesturing for the couple to precede them.

Rebekah gave a low chuckle as the couple moved ahead of herself and Damon, both of them looking pleased with themselves as they looked at each other. Clearly they felt like they had succeeded at something in getting Rebekah and Damon's attention.

"Did your friend chase off your groupies?" She asked Damon with a little knowing smirk.

The pleasure if the human couple was amusing, especially given just what they'd attracted the attention of. Damon watched, smirking as Paolo seated them at his now empty table.

"I think they scattered for more promising waters when I stated dancing with you."

The couple was going to have to be very good to make up for missing that meal.

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