I own Mila Smith, no one else. The other characters belong to L.J Smith, not making anything from this, just fun. This story takes place three years after "Late Night Visit" and five years after "The Meeting. Has bad language, and quite a few sex scenes, though nothing too graphic.

Betrayal.

PART 1

As I look out my window, at the darkness, I hear a rustling noise outside my window. When I look out the window again, I see a figure dressed all in black; black Italian leather boots, black Italian leather trousers, black silk shirt, and a very long black Italian leather jacket. The figure climbs through my open window, crouches on the floor, and then stands up.

"Hi Damon, how are you?" I ask the figure, with my eyes closed.

"Hey baby, I'm fine. How are you? How'd you know it was me?" The black dressed figure asks.

"You're the only person who climbs through my window, everyone else uses the door!" I reply, smiling, still with closed eyes, "I'm fine, just got a sore back though." I add groaning.

"Oh, poor baby." Damon says sympathetically, "Want me to massage it for you?" He adds as an after thought.

"Would you? It's been killing me all day." I say sitting up. Damon climbs onto my bed, and sits in a position that I end up sitting between his legs.

"What did you do to it?" Damon asks, massaging my back.

"Hmm, that feels good. I don't know what I've done to it, I just bend over to pick something up off the floor, and my back cracked in several places." I answer him, closing my eyes and relaxing as Damon's expert hands continue rubbing my back.

"Ouch! That must've hurt? Did you go to the Doctor's about it?" Damon asks, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me back to lean against him, and wraps his arms around my collar bone, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah, she says that I've pulled a ligament in my lower back, she put me on some medication for the pain." I reply, leaning my head against his.

"Sounds painful. I got whipped on my back." Damon says, frowning.

"Is that from going to all those brothels? You must be one of those guys that think it's kinky to be whipped!" I reply, teasingly.

"No, I do not have any scars from being whipped at brothels. What man in his right mind would not think that being whipped is kinky?" Damon answers matter of factly.

"How come then? What'd you do?" I ask, turning around to look at Damon. He leans close, and kisses the tip of my nose.

"It's what you get for sleeping with a priest's daughter!" He replies, looking at the hollow of my throat.

"Well, that'll teach you. How old were you?" I ask, leaning closer myself, so that our foreheads are touching.

"I was eighteen. Yes, before you ask, it was before I became a vampire, I have still got the scars to prove it!" Damon answers, his lips just grazing mine.

Damon is a five hundred and forty- three year-old vampire. And he has a younger brother called Stefan, who is five hundred and thirty-seven years old.

"Oh, Okay. What did your dad say about that?" I ask, rubbing my nose back and forth against his, and then licking his top lip.

"Oh, he went apeshit, as usual. You should have heard what Saint Stefan said about that, stuff about shaming the Salvatore name!" Damon says, rolling his eyes at the mention of his younger brother's name,

"Speaking of Saint Stefan, he wants to know if you would go with him to buy Elena something for her birthday, tomorrow?" Damon adds.

"Yeah sure, but what's wrong with Bonnie and Meredith?" I ask, wondering why Stefan wants to take me shopping for a birthday present for his wife, rather than her two best friends.

"Well, they are out of town until Sunday, they are on some trip. And also, Stefan wants to spend some time with you." Damon answers, thoughtfully.

"Oh. Should I be worried?" I ask, pretending to be worried.

"No, not really, but if he tries anything with my soulmate, I will kill him!" Damon answers, his voice deadly, leaning in close and kisses me passionately.

"Mmm, that was nice. Why did you pull away? I was enjoying that!" I complain, half-heartedly.

"Sorry angel." Damon says, and then kisses me again, this time longer than the first.

"What time will Stefan be picking me up at tomorrow, or do I have to meet him somewhere?" I ask, leaning back to kiss Damon again.

"No, he will pick you up at twelve pm tomorrow. But be prepared to be walked useless!" Damon replies, rolling his eyes again.

"I take it he's worse than a woman when it comes to shopping then?" I ask laughing.

"Yes, he is! Well I had better get going, it is almost three in the morning, and you need your sleep." Damon says irritated.

"You know, you don't have to go. You could stay here, you know, if you wanted?" I say, looking down at our entwined fingers, and absentmindedly play with Damon's lapis- lazuli ring.

"Do you want me to stay? I will if you want me to." Damon asks, shyly.

"If you want, but you have to behave yourself, I'm not allowed to do anything like that in the house. I'd be allowed to do that in your apartment, well obviously since we already do, but not here!" I say feeling embarrassed.

"Yes Okay, I will stay, and I promise to be a good vampire, and not do anything like that!" Damon says, looking at me innocently.

"So, is this a new Damon Salvatore then? Since when are you a good vampire?" I ask, grinning wickedly.

"No, I am same old Damon Salvatore, and never, I am never a good vampire. Maybe when the devil goes ice- skating, but not right now!" Damon replies, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Well then, as you say, it's almost three o'clock in the morning, so we'd better get some sleep, then I can worry about tomorrow." I say, stifling a yawn.

"'Night angel." Damon says, after taking his clothes off, crawling into my bed, cuddling up next to me, and closes his eyes.

"'Night Damon." I reply, turning the light off and wrapping my arms around Damon, dozing off, with my head resting on Damon's chest. Just before sleep takes me over, I feel Damon running his fingers up and down my bare arm. Then I feel him kiss my forehead.