Cassie looked to Klaus when he asked her about the witches. She closed her eyes, and shook her head. "My sister." She whispered, "My sister made me a hunter, the spell made me loyal to her, and when she died, I suppose I was just so accustomed to it that I started protecting them. It doesn't much matter anymore, but there are other reasons. Hell, half the reason I am immune to vervsin is because I drink it constantly annd because of witches." She answered, and she looked to him. "They are the most dangerous and unpredictable of us creatures too."

When he continued to speak, she continued to look at him. "That's not necessary. You are welcome here for as long as you need and whenever you would like. Just always knock or call before hand, so I can be decent."

She got up, and took his hand. "Come, you can sleep in my bed since you so graciously allowed me to sleep in yours." She said, leading him to her bedroom.

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Damon didn't mind the jokes or the quips. The kisses though, those were intoxicating, and if he wasn't careful, he probably wouldn't be able to control his urges. He sighed, when she mentioned her job, and then turned after flipping some pancakes. "I can take care of that. Besides, it wasn't your fault. Nothing you could do to change what happened " he assured her as he plated a few pancakes with some sausage.

Damon was a jack of trades, truly he was. "Just like I need to look at your car before much longer and it gwts towed. I may know the problem. And in this town, I want to stick close. No need in anything happening to you thay I could have controlled." He said before he heard something by the door and he opened it and noticed fluers taped to to all thw doors. Some sort of carnival would be in town the next night, and he sighed.

"I must say, this place is already less tragic than Mystic Falls."