As sad as I am to say goodbye, I know I can’t fight this blog’s fate. Lame joke.
Miranda and Terry, you both are so incredible. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to not only meet some really great people, but meet the both of you. I love you, guys.
I hope you two will start again some day; you two were fantastic.
I’ll miss you both, and everyone I’ve met on the rpg.
I already killed you once. It wouldn’t be too hard to do it again.
Look at you, the little doppelganger acting tough. Your blood was precious to my brother. He wouldn’t kill you because that would mean he wouldn’t have his little army of hybrids.
You pushed me off a bridge, Rebekah. I wouldn’t get so high and mighty yet.
Thanks for the briefing, but I never asked for one. He had no reason to kill me, and neither do you. Might as well call off the threats, hm?
Don’t you dare speak to me that way.
Mention my brother again and I will destroy you.
You seem to have me mistaken for your slave.
Sorry, Rebekah, but I’m calling your bluff - Klaus couldn’t destroy me; let’s see you try.
I won’t just leave because you tell me to. Honestly, I could care less about what you want or need.
More like, now that you don’t have your brother to pester, I’m your only option. Poor Rebekah - that sort of boredom must be agonizing.
Then enlighten me, Elena.
Klaus isn’t dead. Stefan and I ran into one of his hybrids at The Grill during Lydia’s party. He’s alive, Damon..
I’ll take that as a no.
The first joke in your vampire life. I’m impressed.
What about him?
Glad I earned your approval.
He’s alive - did you know about this?
Come on, Elena. I don’t bite.
Right, ‘cause the fangs are just for looks.
And, it’s about Klaus..
With me? What could you possibly want from me after you’ve made your decision?
.. Nevermind, Damon. Just forget I asked.