Hunter ~?.?

CHAPTER TWO: argent

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NATHANIEL ARGENT SAT AT THE BARSTOOL, GLANCING AROUND BUT NOT SEEING THE FLASH OF FANGS OR EYES SHIFTING. But, he knew that in Mystic Falls there had been plenty of the supernatural.

"Did somebody already take your order?" A boy with blond hair, blue eyes, hand towel over his shoulder had asked.

"No. Cheeseburger and if you have had cheese fries, I'll take that. Also, a beer." He responded, giving a smile, and once the boy walked away, looked around.     

When the boy approached again, setting the food down, he noticed the smile disappeared when he had looked up. "Damon."

Nate looked back, the raven-haired man's eyes flashed red, and veins appeared underneath his eyes. He turned his head, taking a sip from his drink.

"Your new." The man said. "Damon Salvatore."

For a moment, Nate thought to lie of his name. But, no one knew of him.  The possibility of Damon Salvatore knowing anything about him was very low. The only ones who may know of him; the Mikaelson family. And he knew that Damon Salvatore and his friends didn't get along with the Mikaelson family.   He didn't have much to risk. "Nathaniel Argent."

He took the extended hand of the vampire. Then turning back around, lifting his beer, he quickly finished his meal, but at a pace that also didn't seem suspicious.

The Salvatore house, the voice whispered, Damon and Stefan Salvatore...he ignored it, the voice had spoken the whole time during the drive of three days to inform him of who and what was in the town. He didn't have to hear it again.

"Argent..." He heard Damon mutter, he once again lifted his drink, drinking the last sip. He knew what the other was thinking if he knew French at least. He lifted his hand, taking a bit from his cheeseburger, then using his fork for the cheese fries.

Nathaniel sighed, annoyed at how the vampire was cocky. A smile was on the other man's lips. Clearly, he had a huge ego and beloved he could get away with anything and everything.
Nate knew how many humans that Damon had killed, his hunter side being able to keep up with the numbers. No, matter the fact of how high the number went.

"Doesn't that mean silver in..." Damon turned back to him, smirking. "who cares what language it is?"

"French," Nate answered the unasked and ignored the question of the vampire. "A lot of people don't seem to understand that. Which, I don't know why French was one of the easiest languages I learned." Nate quickly paid, rolling his eyes at the vampire-who didn't notice, or pretended not to before asking the waiter-Matt-if there had been a hotel nearby.

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