Jayne 2010

My eyes flew open quickly, but I didn't move.

"Welcome to twenty-ten." Damon said beside me, knowing I was having a dream.

"Thanks." I said, bitterness seeping through my response.

I was surprised when Damon told me that we could sleep, and even more surprised when he said we could dream. Of course, I found this out after I started having the nightmares. They always ended the same: Katherine's arms plunging towards me.

I have no idea what happened after I died. Damon said that he came to get me, smelling the blood on my dress, and then took me away.

When I woke, I was in another part of the country.

He says I looked completely lost when he found me. Which I don't doubt; I was just a girl, thrust into the world of Vampirism. At first I hated it; I hated the wanting of blood, the guilt of killing people. Damon showed me how to turn it off, and then it was more than easy. I just decided not to feel and then I just…didn't. Vampirism is the best gift anyone could have asked for. The speed, the heightened senses. I even have a groovy little necklace that lets me walk in the sun, thanks to dearest Damon. I can smell everything, hear anything, see everything. I'm not sadistic like Katherine, but I know how to have a good time. The compulsion is amazing too. Anyone and everyone; they all do what I say.

I sat up in the bed, and looked around, holding the sheet to my other-wise undressed body. Our room was beautiful. Five-star hotel, of course, and under that alias of Damon and Jayne Doe. We were in Paris today. Tomorrow? Who knows? We could be in New York this time tomorrow.

He and I had adjusted to the changing times effortlessly. We changed everything as the world changed. It was hard at first, but eventually you're so lost in the present that you forget that you came from 1864.

"The same one?" Damon asked me, referring to my dream.

"Always," I said in a bored tone, and sighed. "Where do you want to go today?" I asked, pursing my lips and staring out at the amazing view we had from our bedroom.

Damon looked at me, smiled and shrugged, "The world is ours." He said, like he did everyday for the last 146 years.

I smiled and kissed him on the mouth, finishing his sentence, "For the taking." I moved off the bed, leaving the sheet behind. I could feel Damon's heavy eyes staring at my body.

I heard Damon groan before I heard his voice, "Ooorrr…"

I turned only slightly, turning my head so I could only see him in my peripherals. "Yes?" I said, tone full of my smirk and fake-innocence.

In an instant, he was right beside me. I could feel his breath in my hair, and his perfect voice whispering in my ear, "We could spend the day in bed…" His words trailed off, leaving the possibility to me. I pulled my head back to see his expression. He had his I know I'm sexy smirk, and I had to smile.

I wanted him, that was for damn sure, but I could feel the hollow ache in my stomach, I could feel the way my jaw hurt when I spoke, I could feel the hunger consuming me. I bit my lip and kissed him on hard on the lips. "I'm so hungry." I said, between kisses.

He was all over me, my back hard against the wall, his hands running up and down my naked body. I only sensed him…and the bloodlust.

Damon lifted me off the floor slightly, so that he was holding me against the wall with his vampire strength. "Ahh," He kissed me jaw bone, "Me too."

We both parted quickly, and dressed even quicker. Damon and his infinite money supply was always buying me only the best clothes. Money, like everything else, was just something that accumulated over time when you were a Vampire. I never wore the same thing twice; there was never the need. Today I decided on something simple. V-neck, form-fitting, gray t-shirt with a pair of dark skinny jeans and black suede, heeled boots. For a jacket, since it was winter and freezing in Paris, I decided on a brown leather jacket that Damon bought me from some fancy boutique, and a charcoal-black scarf to pull it all together.

This all took about 10 seconds.

Damon and I met at the door and gave each other a once-over. He was looking unbelievably attractive in a black shirt and light-gray jacket. I almost took him up on the offer to jump back in bed.

Almost.

"Ready?" I asked, taking his hand.

"Let's eat baby." He said, opening the door and leading me through it.

Almost immediately after, we were on the street. Damon and I always raced to and down the stairs of whichever hotel we were staying at.

Hunting was always extremely entertaining with Damon. We always went to a bar, since we never woke before 8 PM on any given day, and we always picked up a meal on the way.

"Who looks good today?" Damon said, checking some passing girl out.

I looked around, thankful for the busy streets. It was winter in Paris, there was always about a million and a half sexy American college boys walking around. I spotted a hottie almost immediately. Tall, brown hair, and bright green eyes that I didn't need amazing sight to see, even at this distance. "Oooh, I want him." I said, pointing to a boy just outside my favorite café.

Damon looked in the boy's direction and sized him up. "Eh. I'm hotter." He said, perfect amount of comical timing in between words.

I smiled and kissed him.

"Little Miss over there is less attractive than me too," I said, slowly backing up from him, his hand still in my own.

"No argument there." He said, smirking. "Go get 'em tiger."

"Meet you back at the club when we're done?" I asked. Damon nodded and I had to laugh at the game we played with the humans, "Have fuuuuuun."

I turned away from Damon, heading towards the boy and readying my foul-proof act. I hear Damon's voice, because I knew he would be listening for mine too, "Like I need to be reminded to have fun?" he said, under his breath and to me. To the girl, who I assumed he had just reached, he said, "Bonjour, belle."

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