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.Under Control (Part 2).

.Chapter 35.

.Under Control (Part 2).

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"You know I love a woman in uniform but I have to side with this one. You look...you look smashing." Damon said approaching the Sheriff with a charming smile while the founders party was in full swing around them.

"Thank you Damon." Liz laughed softly, "Cheers!" She continued the two of them clinking their glasses together, "I needed that. You know I had my doubts about you at first but like everyone else on the council you've won me over." She added turning to face the older Salvatore.

"Thanks Liz. It's really nice how welcoming the council has been." Damon replied with a charming smile.

"You know I'm actually quite surprised." The Sheriff chuckled lightly looking up at the vampire.

"Do tell." He smirked sipping from his glass and raising a curious brow at the woman.

"Brooklyn seems to have taken quite the shine to you." Liz revealed knowing the girl usually kept separate from the council for her sisters sake but she seemed to have been seen with the older Salvatore outside of council meetings.

"Really?" Damon hummed intrigued his smirk widening at her words.

"Usually she doesn't stick to the council members outside of the meetings. She's very..." Liz trailed of in thought, "how do I say this..." she muttered, "independent." She nodded with a small smile, that word seemingly perfect to describe the nineteen year old witch.

"She certainly is." Damon nodded, "How did she become part of the council considering she isn't from a founding family?" He asked curiously this being something that he had wondered since she walked into the Sheriffs office during their meeting.

"She's my protégée of sorts." Liz answered with a smile, "She's very intelligent and she knows how to take care of herself, so it was no surprise that she found out about the hidden side of the towns history." She added with a secretive smile, "Though I guess you already know that considering the two of you seem rather close." She finished with a small chuckle.

"I like to think so." Damon hummed with a smirk, "As I was saying before, I like my life here in Mystic Falls. Starting to feel like home again." He continued, while thoughts of a certain curly haired witch plagued his mind.

"Well, you're not gonna like what I have to tell you. Johnathan Gilbert's claims check out. Blood bank, the missing people, all of it's true. We might have a problem."

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After his conversation with Sheriff Forbes, Damon stood amongst the people at the party, like a wolf among sheep, his eyes searching for one person in particular who had yet to show her face. As he began to think the little witch was a no show he caught sight of Carol Lockwood talking with the girl he had been searching for.

For a minute he stood there stunned, his eyes trailing her elegant appearance. Her wild curls being tamed into an up-do while a few flyaway locks hung around her face. She was wearing a nude dress with black lace covering the bust, paired with nude heeled boots.