Damon's Perspective

"You're a vampire. Then how can you be compelled?" I raise my eyebrows, silently threatening to compel Juliette if she wouldn't tell me.

"I was cursed. The specifics are still unclear, even to me, but one of the curses that was placed upon me was that I can be compelled," she explains, pushing her long blonde hair out of her ice blue eyes.

"What else?" I ask.

"I'm not quite sure. I learn new things about it every once in a while, but not very often." I can tell she is frustrated with the situation.

"What else do you know about it?" I repeat.

"I plead the fifth," she tells me sarcastically. I let the topic drop. Juliette is looking at the floor, trying to avoid my eyes. I intimidate her, I realize. She is leaned slightly away from me and I can see a look in her eyes that reminds me of animals when they are being preyed upon.

"Juliette," I say, once again taking her face in my hands. She flinches slightly and meets my eyes with narrowed ones, "I need you to come back with me to my house." I can feel my pupils dilating, forcing her to do my will.

She hisses slightly under her breath. "For how long?" she asks through gritted teeth.

"Until I say you can leave." I know it may be cruel to Juliette, but I need a distraction from the pain Elena abandoned me with. I don't think Elena ever understood how much I cared for her, and now that misunderstanding has left me alone. I need a distraction, and Juliette may be the perfect one.

Rhette's Perspective

I was lounging on the soft, leather couch when Damon Salvatore walks in with a blonde girl following behind him reluctantly. His cobalt eyes focus on me and widen, his mouth slightly agape. "Rhette," he mutters, uncomprehending. "I thought you were dead."

"Technically, I am," I tell him, smiling widely.

"You mean you're a vampire?"

"Close. Not quite." I stand up and walk over to where he is standing.

"Well, you're not a werewolf because werewolves age and the last time I saw you was the early nineteen hundreds," he theorizes aloud.

"Again, close." I can see him slowly figuring it out. He takes a small step backwards in surprise.

"You're a hybrid," he tells me, stating the obvious.

"Yes. It's a long story. I'll explain some other time." I shrug and walk forward to him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his around my waist in a warm embrace. Just then I notice the blonde girl again, who is still silent and standing near the door. She is looking out at it longingly, her observant eyes trained on some object in the distance. Shivers go down my spine and I notice that she looks familiar. I can't quite place her face however.

"I'll hold you to that." Damon winks at me, releases me from our embrace, and then he turns once again to the girl. "Juliette, this is my friend Rhette. Rhette, what are you even doing here anyways?" He focuses his attention on me, his electrifying eyes meeting my eyes with a fierce intensity.

"I missed my friend."

He looks around dramatically before announcing, "I don't see any friend here." I laugh and he smiles, but I can see that his eyes wonder back to the other girl, Juliette.

"Well, I have a couple other things I have to do, and I really do need to go shopping. Being on the run can really tire you out, plus it really decreases your wardrobe selection. Would you mind if I stayed here for a while Damon?" I mimic his overdramatic actions, batting my eyelashes at him as a pleading little girl would do.

"Not at all." I lean up slightly to kiss him and he responds instantly, leaning down and wrapping his hands in my hair. I haven't done this in almost a century, I think and I remember how good it is to be in Damon's arms once again.

I pull back and so does he, both of us smiling broadly. The blonde girl, Juliette, is looking away shyly, not quite sure about what to do in this situation. "Now, if you'll excuse me, the mall outside of town is calling. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

I open the door and race out, running as quickly as I can. You would think that avoiding trees would be a difficult task, but when your senses are enhanced and you can comprehend everything at a faster pace, it's quite easy. As I run, I see pieces of memories in my head. A dead man wearing fashions from the early eighteen hundreds. A woman with vicious bite marks on her lifeless body, which was wearing clothes that were about ten years old. A man snapping my neck, but the pain is like a shot – quick.

I hear a voice to my left. "Rhette, love, is that you?"

Juliette's Perspective

Rhette closes the ornate door behind her, leaving a stunned Damon and me in the same large room. I stand there until I can't stand doing nothing anymore. I walk over to my purse and take out my sketching utensils. I sit and begin to draw another piece of jewelry, a sapphire necklace, that is embedded deep in my memory. I can't quite figure out how I know it. I close my eyes and visualize the necklace and I realize it is similar to the emerald bracelet I saw in the Mystic Falls Grill tonight. I squeeze my eyes tight, frustrated by the fact that I can't figure it out.

I open my eyes and meet a very close cobalt blue pair of eyes – Damon's. "Kiss me," he whispers. I lean back slightly, trying to put some distance between us. I mean, I'll admit I'm attracted to him, but you don't kiss someone that you've only known for a couple of hours. "Kiss me," he tells me again, his voice rising slightly with impatience. "Juliette, you can either kiss me by freewill or by compulsion. Your choice."

"You will have to compel me then," I hiss at him, repulsed by his sudden demand. "Though I don't understand why you would want to kiss me after you were having a hot make out session with that other girl, Rhette."

"Most people don't ask for a reason, especially for why I want to kiss them."

"Well I am. I barely know you and you're telling me to kiss you. It's very odd," I tell him and I can see curiosity in his eyes.

"Why? I'll tell you the truth Juliette because, honestly, you don't have anyone to tell. I am in love with this girl named Elena and I thought we had a special connection. She was in love with me, but you know what the problem was? The problem was my brother. She was, and still is, in love with him. She chose him over me. A century before Elena, I was in love with a woman named Katherine. Katherine claimed she had feelings for both me and my brother, but she always chose him. Love is a painful thing, but the physical aspects of it are so pleasurable. They act as a distraction."

"Is that all I am to you? A distraction?" I whisper.

"Yes." His pupils begin to dilate. "Now kiss me. Make me forget Elena and Katherine." I lean forward and press my lips to his gently. My whole body seems to be tingling and I feel as if I'm on fire. He pulls me closer to him and I rest my hands on his chest.

There is a knock on the door and Damon pulls back for a second to yell, "Come in!" He then returns to kissing me until he sees the figure at the door. Out of all the surprises tonight, this is the one that seems to shock him the most. "Imagine seeing you here," he mutters.

Author's Note: Well, chapter two is up! :) I haven't wrote chapter three yet, meaning it may be a while until the next update. Now the question is: who is at Damon's door? Tell me in a review or PM me what you think! Reviews mean the world to me :)
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