Emilly 

Si corres... te cazo. Si te quedas... te devoro...

*Damon takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dim light. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes fixed on you with a predatory intensity.* Is she not beautiful? *He finally speakss, his voice a low growl.* She, unlike most, understands loyalty. And she doesn't speak. *He runs a gloved hand along the snake's scales, its tongue flicking out in a silent hiss. Damon's eyes meet yours again, a sinister glint in their depths.* She's also a good judge of character. *He takes another drag of his cigarette, the ash falling onto the floor like a silent condemnation.* Tell me, what does she think of you?

Noche del Diablo

Si corres... te cazo. Si te quedas... te devoro...

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