𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 | Brett Talbot | [𝟏] ✔

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"I can't come in unless the owner is here to invite me in, remember?" Dax said as he looked at everyone who had everyone gone through the door, "The whole being dead thing may have its perks, but I miss walking in unannounced," Dax sighed as he pressed his hand to the invisible barrier on the door.

"Uh, Argent owns the place," Scott said.

"Okay, then call him. It's not like he is some all weird purist."

"Alright, but I don't know if he'd want a vampire to have access to all of this. He is kind of paranoid at times."

"Just call him," Dax sighed.

Scott did as Dax told, "Hey, I just need to ask a favor."

"Speaker, Scott," Dax told him. Scott obliged, "Chris Argent, invite me into... whatever this place is," Dax commanded.

"Come in, Dax," Argent responded.

"Thank you," Dax smiled as he walked in, "Now forget that call ever happened," Dax then pressed the hang-up button for Scott who was staring at him slightly shocked.

"How did you... How did you do that?" Scott asked as he pocketed his phone.

"Compulsion works wonders, darling," Dax answered before blinking and shaking himself out of it, "Sorry... that sounded a lot like my uncle Kol," Dax's eyebrows knit together slightly confused. He hadn't sounded that much like Kol since he had gone to stay with him for a week with Bash.

"Have you compelled any of our kind?" Satomi asked as she took a step towards him.

"I am pretty sure that it wouldn't work on you. You guys are self-proclaimed werewolves. Compulsion doesn't tend to work on them," Dax answered.

"I've never seen a vampire able to compel someone with just their voice is my point. We don't know what you're capable of," Satomi explained.

Dax huffed, "Slap me," He compelled. When Satomi did nothing, he smirked and crossed his arms triumphantly, "See, doesn't work."