Derek Janders. The name sounded familiar, but try as he might Damon could not figure out where he had heard it before.
“Let me buy Ты a drink” Derek said. It еще sounded like an order than a friendly gesture. He conjured his wallet and paid two whiskeys, after compelling the bartender not to ask his ID.
“Who turned you?” Damon asked, not touching his drink.
“Does it matter?” Derek answered with a question. “Look, Ты wanted me to tell Ты what I wanted, so here it is. I want Ты to train me, educate me in the world of vampires”
Now Damon drank to wash away that information....
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