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"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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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?"

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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."

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

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"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.

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"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.

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

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

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"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."

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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?"