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"He's alive. I can't believe he's alive." I placed both my hands on top of my face and took a deep breath. "Problem?" I jumped at the voice and removed my hands. "Niklaus, you shouldn't scare a lady like that," I groaned. "Please, you're barely a lady," he joked. "Ha ha, you're so funny," I said sarcastically. "What seems to have you disheveled?" Klaus walked up to me and handed me a drink. "Nothing, just feels like I saw a ghost." ~~~ "Damon Salvatore," he kissed the top of my hand, his sickly smile then turned into a devilish grin. "But you already knew that, didn't you?" ~~~ "I don't want to hear about your sex life," I said without looking at him, taking a huge swig of bourbon. "Why? Jealous?" Damon stared at me then gasped. "Did I break your heart one lifetime? Is that how you know me?" "Wouldn't you just love to know. It's eating you both up, isn't it?" I smirked and placed each of my hands on the Salvatore's shoulders. "Your mummy's necklace looks great on me, doesn't it?" Damon reacted in seconds, wrapping his hand around my throat. I think he was putting strength in it but I felt nothing. I laughed and pulled his hand off without any effort and slammed it onto the bar table. "Come on, give me something, anything. Why do I know you?" Damon's eyes searched everywhere on my face. "Oh, so you know me now? I thought it was I that only knew you?" I placed a hand on the side of his face and smirked. "Just give me my memories back. Give me something," he pleaded.
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