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Damon was sitting in his room reading on of the many books he had collected over the years when he heard a car pull up the driveway. It wasn't Stefan or Elena because they were off on a school trip for the weekend. He had the whole house to himself, which was ironic because he was alone. He climbed off his bed and walked down the stairs. He grabbed a tumbler of Scotch before he opened the door. He jerked the door open trying to look menacing and was greeted with a laugh.
"Really? You trying to scare me off?" said the girl pushing her way into the boarding house.
"Who invited you in," said Damon, highly confused.
"Me, that's who," said the girl. "Gonna offer me a drink?"
"Nope. Who are you?" asked Damon, still holding the door open.
"Look, I know we are dead, but it's cold outside and you weren't born in a barn," said the girl pointing to the door.
Damon let the door go and swing back in place with a thud. He downed the entire tumbler as he stared at the woman in front of him.
She said 'we are dead', thought Damon.
"You gonna stop staring like you've seen a ghost?" asked the girl walking through the house. "Found the bar!"
"Don't touch anything," said Damon.
"Now where is the fun in that," she said walking around the corner with a glass of wine.
"Really, leave," said Damon taking the glass from her.
"No," she said.
"I'm not in a good mood, leave," said Damon.
"Nope," she said popping the p.
Damon growled and slammed her against the wall, showing his fangs. The girl giggled as she pushed him into the other wall and showed her own fangs.
"We do this all night," she said.
"Who are you?" asked Damon.
She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. She giggled and slipped from his grip and ran into the parlor. Damon slowly walked in and saw her sitting on the bar with her glass of wine, smiling at him. Damon stalked over to the bar and grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured another glass. He brought it up to his mouth but dropped it back to the bar. The girl looked at him with a confused look on his face. Damon smirked and tossed the drink on her.
"What the hell did you do that for!" she shouted jumped off the bar.
"That's odd," said Damon.
"Well no shit. You just threw a glass of scotch on me!" she shouted.
"You put vervain in it," said Damon.
"You're an idiot! Why would I drug a bottle of scotch if I'm going to drink it later? It's bad enough the wine has traces of it in there," said the girl. "You've ruined my shirt!"
Damon was fixing to say something when she pulled her shirt off. Damon stared at the mysterious woman in front of him. She mumbled under her breath and balled the shirt up tossing it into the fire. Damon had a very perplexed look on his face at this point.
"I know you've seen a woman's body before, Damon, so stop looking at me like that," she said.
"Who are you?" asked Damon finally being able to say something.
"Let's say I'm an old friend," she said smiling.
Damon growled and grabbed her arm and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there.
"Who. Are. You!" shouted Damon.
She smiled and leaned forward and kissed Damon. Damon relaxed his grip on her arms and she pushed him to the ground, sitting on top of him. Damon looked up at the mysterious girl sitting on top of him. He looked into her dark brown eyes as she smiled down at him. He reached up and moved her dark black hair out of her face, only to have it fall back in place.
"Megan," he whispered, knowing she could hear him.
"Bingo," she smiled.
Damon moved to a sitting position, keeping her on his lap. He moved a piece of hair behind her ear to look at her face. She smiled at him a he committed her face to memory. She leaned forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Instantly Damon was on his feet with her in his arms and running up the stairs to his room.
Megan laughed when he dropped her on his bed, closing the door and locking it; just in case Stefan and Elena came back early. She lay back on the bed, her hair fanning out on the white sheets. Damon stood at the foot of the bed and watched her.
"What is so funny?" asked Damon.
"Mmm, the last time I was in this position I had a hoop skirt on," she said smiling. "It has been a very long time."
"Yeah, a good 136 years," he said smirking.
"Oh, you make me feel old," she said sitting up on the bed.
"You? You're a whopping 135. I on the other hand am 152, so who is old?" smirked Damon.
"You're right. You are old," said Megan. "I should reconsider my visit then. I don't do old dudes."
"Hey now. I'm only seventeen years older than you," said Damon.
"True," smiled Megan moving from the bed.
Damon smiled as he heard the water turn on it the adjacent bathroom. He slowly walked over to the door to watch her strip and slide into the claw foot tub. He walked over and stood next to the tub. He couldn't see any of her body because she was covered with bubbled from the chest down. He smirked and stripped and got in the tub with her, sitting across from her.
"Did I say you could join me?" asked Megan.
"Did I say you could use my tub?" smirked Damon.
"Touché," she said smiling.
"I'm quite curious though," said Damon. "How are you able to walk around during the day?"
"The same as you," she said lifting her hand out of the water.
Sitting on her middle finger was a very old looking ring. Damon grabbed her hand and pulled it closer to his face, his brows furrowing in the process.
"Your eye sight going in your old age?" chuckled Megan. "And if you are wondering, and I suspect you are, it's the ring you gave me all those years ago."
"You kept it?" asked Damon letting go of her hand.
"Didn't see a reason not to," said Megan shrugging her shoulders.
"Really?" asked Damon.
"Really, really," smiled Megan sliding closer to him. "It was a present. I still have all the gifts I've received over the years if they have some kind of important significance."
"And what significance did that ring have?" asked Damon pulling her back to his chest.
"You must be getting old if you don't remember," frowned Megan.
"Then remind me," said Damon nuzzling her neck.
"Miss, you have a visitor," said the maid walking into the room.
Megan nodded her head as she stood up from the settee and walked out of the room. She still had her book in her hands as she descended the staircase. Standing in the foyer was a tall, dark headed man. He smiled at her as she came to a halt halfway down the stairs.
"And you are?" she said.
"Damon Salvatore," he replied. "And I apologize for the intrusion at such an odd hour, but I am in need of a place to stay for the night."
"And you couldn't stay at the local Inn?" asked Megan.
"My horse wouldn't have made it, Madam," replied Damon. "If you wish me not to stay, please say so and I will be on my way."
Megan walked down the few more stairs so she was standing on the last one, putting her at eye level with the stranger. Damon smiled at her as he looked into her eyes, trying to compel her.
"What are you doing?" she asked retreating up a step.
"N-nothing, miss," said Damon.
"Margaret," said Megan.
"Yes miss?" she asked walking over.
"Prepare the guest room for Mr. Salvatore. He is quite tired and need's his rest," said Megan retreating up the stairs.
The maid nodded and walked up the stairs after her mistress leaving Damon standing in the foyer of the house. After a few minutes the maid descended the staircase and told Damon to follow her. She opened the door to his room and stepped out of the way while he walked in. She was fixing to leave when he called her back in.
"Margaret, could you close the drapes. The sun rises on this side of the house and I do not wish to be woken up in a few hours," said Damon.
Margaret nodded and made her way over to the large French doors. As she reached to draw them closed Damon clamped his hand over her mouth and bit into her neck, draining her of all her blood. He quickly disposed of the body and retired for the night.
Megan woke the next morning at dawn. She lay in her bed and waited for Margaret to come in and get started on her morning chores. After a few minutes Megan sighed and got out of bed and opened the curtains in her room. She pulled on her robe and walked over to her door. She stuck her head out the door and called for another maid to help her that morning.
Damon was lying in his bed and listening to Megan get ready for the day, knowing she was going to be the epitome of society since she had a guest in her house. Once he was certain Megan was presentable he stood up from the bed and redressed himself. He walked out of his room the same time as Megan left hers. She smiled at him as she turned to walk down the stairs.
Megan was sitting at the breakfast table with a small orange in front of her. She nodded to the seat adjacent to her when Damon walked in. He nodded his acknowledgement and sat down next to her. Damon smiled as the kitchen maid brought him the other half of the orange for the first part of breakfast. Damon picked up his spoon and was fixing to eat when Megan laid hers down and stared at him.
"Yes, miss?" he said.
"Where is my maid?" asked Megan.
"Excuse me?" said Damon.
"Margaret, where is she? Is she in your room?" asked Megan.
"No, miss she is not," said Damon.
"Then where is she?" asked Megan.
"I have no idea, miss," said Damon.
"You have the audacity to lie to me in my own home?" asked Megan.
Megan motioned to have the orange taken from the table. Damon frowned and placed his spoon on the table.
"I am not lying to you, miss. I do not know where your maid is," said Damon.
"So the fact that my cook found her this morning lying on the edge of the woods with bite marks in her neck has nothing to do with you?" asked Megan.
"What are you insinuating?" said Damon looking at Megan.
Megan stood up from her chair and walked behind Damon, leaning over to whisper in his ear, "I know what you are."
Megan was halfway across the room when Damon stood and ran over to her. He grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall, barring his fangs. Megan's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, her pupils almost swallowing her beautiful brown irises.
"Be careful what you say, Miss Sawyer," said Damon. "I do no think the town council will take kindly to you housing a vampire for the night."
"Do not threaten me, vampire. I am far from the council's good graces, as it is," said Megan. "There is nothing you can say that will remove me any farther than I already am."
Damon smiled and let go of her neck, letting her catch her breath. He smiled and retracted his fangs. He stepped back and leaned against the opposite wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And what has made you fall so far from the council's grace?" asked Damon.
"Nothing I wish to share with a stranger," said Megan fixing her dress.
"Hm. You'll let me stay in your home, knowing what I am, yet you would divulge that secret. Your priorities are in some serious need of switching," said Damon.
"It is not of your business why the town council does not like me," said Megan.
"Miss, the sheriff is here to see you," said a blonde maid.
Megan nodded and started to walk out of the room. She stopped and turned around and told Damon to leave the staff alone and to disappear. Damon smirked and ran from the room and out the back door and sat on the swing in the garden. Megan sighed and walked into the foyer of the house.
"Sheriff," said Megan.
"Mrs. Sawyer," said the Sheriff. "I am afraid to inform you that your husband was found dead this morning floating down the river."
Megan brought her hand up to her mouth as she gasped. Her butler, Christopher, caught her as she fainted. Christopher nodded his head as the sheriff left the house. The petite blonde maid closed the door and walked over to her mistress and started to fan her. Megan's eyes jerked open as she stood from Christopher's arms.
"Miss?" he said.
"Pack the essentials. Everything else can stay," she said disappearing up the stairs.
Both servants looked at each other before they took off in two different directions to do as she said. Damon sat on the swing and listened as she ordered the staff around. After a few minutes he stood and walked back into the house and found Megan in her room standing on the balcony.
"Missus?" he said with a questioning look.
"I was married," she said. "My husband is…"
"Dead. I heard," said Damon. "Found him floating down the river. Now, one has to wonder why you are in such a fuss to leave if it was an accident."
Megan glared at him before she pushed past him and disappeared up a set of stairs that led to the attic. Damon followed her up the stairs to come to a halt.
"Stay away from me," she said.
"And if I don't want to?" he asked, smirking.
"I'll make you," she said.
"I'm shaking in my boots," chuckled Damon.
Megan uncorked the bottle in her hand and threw the liquid at Damon, hitting him in the face. Damon screamed out in pain and grabbed his face. Megan ran past him and back down the stairs locking the door to the attic before running into her room. She backed herself against the French doors and listened.
Damon stood up from the floor as his face healed from the vervain. He growled and ran down the stairs. He threw the attic door from its hinges and walked over to her door. He smirked and knocked on the door.
"I know you are there, I can hear your heart beat," said Damon knocking in. "Wont you let me in."
Megan backed up against the doors a little more as the door was flung off the hinges. Damon walked in and turned to face her. She reached behind herself and opened the doors and backed out on the balcony. Damon slowly followed after her, slaking his prey.
"You shouldn't have done that. Now I'm mad," he said walking out on the balcony.
Megan glanced off to the side to see the servants loading her things into the carriage, paying not attention to her or Damon. She turned back and Damon was standing right in front of her, glaring.
"So tell me, Mrs. Sawyer, what happened to your husbands?" asked Damon running a finger down her face.
"My husband drowned," she said.
"I said husbands," said Damon smirking. "The servants talk way too much. You've had three husbands now, and all three of them are dead. How very black widow spider of you."
Megan reached up and tried to smack Damon but was stopped. Damon gripped her wrist, almost breaking it, and brought it back down to her waist.
"Drowning, fire, and what else?" he said musing. "Oh, yes poisoned by the former cook. Am I right?"
"Leave me be," she said.
"I like you. You're evil. Marrying rich, God fearing men. Killing them and making it look like a freak accident or someone else's murder, and then getting their money," said Damon. "Why run this time?"
"I'm not running," said Megan. "I'm visiting my mother in Richmond."
"So why take so much with you?" asked Damon stepping closer.
Before she could answer Damon captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He grabbed her around the waist and ran them back to his room, tossing her on the bed. He walked over to his saddlebag and pulled out a small velvet bag. He dug through it and pulled out a small ring.
"Here," he said.
"What is this for?" asked Megan looking at the ring.
"That way I can always find you," said Damon. "I have a feeling I'm fixing to enjoy myself."
"Ah, I remember now," chuckled Damon drying himself off.
"Jerk," said Megan rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I'm old. Remember," he said smirking.
"Man I've miss that smirk," said Megan cupping his face with her hand.
"So answer me this, who turned you?" asked Damon.
"You want to truth?" asked Megan wrapping the towel around her body.
"Yeah," said Damon.
"Stefan did," said Megan sitting on his bed.
"What?" said Damon.
"Stefan turned me. He felt sorry for me," said Megan. "Said someone as beautiful as me shouldn't grow old and die. I blame Lexi for letting him do."
Damon frowned at Megan's revelation.
"Way to go staking her. I bet Stefan was pissed as hell," said Megan.
"He survived," said Damon.
"Typical Damon, shutting off all emotions," said Megan. "If it makes you feel any better, I didn't sleep with him."
"Makes me feel a little better," said Damon smirking.
"Yeah, you are the only Salvatore to ever grace my private areas," said Megan rolling her eyes. "Now, how 'bout you grace those areas again."
"Gladly," said Damon pulling the towel from her body.