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The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon and the sky was stained purple by the half glow. Aria was dressed in his finest, a long sleeved cream shirt with lace around the cuffs and a powder blue waistcoat. He was anxious, he knew that this evening he would catch the first glimpse of his beloved husband in over a year. He tried to hide the anxiety, he didn't want Damon to ask questions - he'd find out later, of course, but Aria felt it would be best not to bring it up yet in case Damon took him back home.

People gathered in the streets, drinking ale from tankards, laughing, dancing. A band played upbeat music on drums and tamborines and excitable fiddles, and banners and flags hung from every window and doorway. Aria looked around and couldn't help but smile, the mood was electric.

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Narim did not sit, simply glared at this stranger.
"Who are you to dare order me around?" he demanded.

Damon's smirk merely grew. "My name, is Damon Salvatore. Do well to remember it. Now. I am here on business." His eyes narrowed with anger. "It is about Aria."

Narim bristled, but then calmed himself and turned his back on Damon, smirking.
"I'm afraid you've had a wasted trip - whatever your problem with him that whore is no longer my responsibility. If you need to discuss him I suggest you do so with the owner of Snipeville Brothel, the wretch belongs to him now."

There's a slight rush of air and Damon is across the room, a hand clamped about his throat, squeezing tight, his voice dangerously low, "Shut. Your Mouth."

He could scream all he wanted; no one would come. "There is no 'problem' with Aria but you, filth. I am here to warn you."

He shoves him down to sit in a chair, leaning over him, his eyes dark, beautifully feral as he lets his inner vampire through just slightly. "You have hurt Aria deeply, and for that, I should kill you right here..." he hissed.

Narim was caught completely by surprise, he had no time to scream. He clawed at the hands around his throat but was unable to pull them off.
Damon's message was clear - Narim sat down, shut up, and at least listened to him in silence. Even so, there was part of him too proud to show exactly how scared he was. He rubbed his neck and swallowed, hate in his eyes as he avoided Damon's monstrous gaze.
"What business is it of yours?"

"That is not of your concern, but you -" He flicked at his forehead. "Will stop this soiling of his name."

"Don't dare threaten me," Narim hissed, "I am not a man accustomed to being threatened, nor a man to stand for such a thing."

"Well, get used to it." He ducked his head, slowly smirking. "Because this is a threat." He raised his head and bared his fangs, hissing.

Narim's eyes widened and he recoiled in horror.
"...demon...." he murmured, his voice shaking somewhat.

"Ah ah..." Damon chuckled, his face slowly returning to normal. "No name-calling. Do we understand each other? You will leave Aria alone..."

Narim gave Damon a wary look but forced himself to glare back at him.
"I have been leaving him alone - it was he who came to visit me."

"I am aware of that," he said quietly. "But after this, I want you to go to that whorehouse and get all his earnings. All that pain you inflicted...money is nothing to Aria but I say do it. Give it all to me, save it aside...and tell no one. About me, however...you can do as you like."

And with that, he leaves.

Narim is left alone, teeth clenched, glaring at the space where Damon was.

"This isn't the last of this," he growled under his breath.

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