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As Jeanne sat at the dining room table waiting for Stefan and Elena to join them, she felt her nerves subside a little bit. Her stomach was still doing cartwheels, but she wasn't shaking like she was when she first arrived, which she guessed was a good thing.
Damon was in the kitchen, she assumed preparing something for dinner, while she drank a glass of wine and waited.
A few minutes later, she heard Elena and Stefan coming down the stairs and walking towards the dining room, and all of a sudden her nerves came back full force.
The eternal skeptic was not ready for a conversation where she going to be convinced that vampires exist, let alone existing in the same room as her.
She wanted to remain calm, cool and collected but she doubted herself big time.
Elena entered the room first and immediately Jeanne could tell that she wasn't as upbeat and cheerful as she usually was. She was pretending to be, but there was a worried aura around her.
"Hey Jeanne, how are you?" Elena asked in her forced chipper voice as she took a seat across from Jeanne.
"I'm good, how are those essays coming along?" Jeanne asked just as Stefan entered the room.
"Oh, we're getting there, still searching for that perfect topic." Elena said trying to sound convincing since the whole essay thing was just a ploy to introduce Jeanne to Damon, which Elena was now realizing she was about a year late on.
Elena and Jeanne continued on with small talk with Stefan chiming in every now and then.
After only a few minutes, Damon finally emerged from the kitchen with a salad bowl in his hands and placed it on the table.
Stefan was literally speechless. The brother he knows does not care enough about anyone to serve them, least of all a woman. The way Damon acts around and about Jeanne is a side of him that Stefan never expected to see in their lifetime, it's almost…unsettling.
Damon took his seat next to Jeanne and the four began eating, keeping the conversation light and non-threatening. Jeanne didn't really take notice to the fact that both Stefan and Damon were just moving the food around on their plate, but never actually taking a bite. Apparently she was too wrapped up in her own psychobabble to notice anything out of the ordinary.
After about 20 minutes of conversation that was going nowhere, Jeanne finally worked up the courage to ask questions.
She put her fork down, took a sip from her wine glass and then went for it.
"Ok, so instead of an elephant in the room, apparently there's a vampire. Would someone like to explain what the fuck is going on." 'Smooth' she thought to herself, then let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in.
But before anyone can answer, a loud pounding at the door quickly changed the subject.
"So that seems to keep happening at all the wrong times." Stefan joked, referring to Damon's interruption at Jeanne's house earlier.
"I'll get it." Elena said and hurried from the table.
Damon, Stefan and Jeanne sat there in awkward silence waiting for the visitor to leave.
Instead, Elena made her way back to the dining room with the visitor in tow.
"Damon's in here." Elena said, re-entering the dining room with Bonnie following behind her.
"Can't this wait?" Damon asked, annoyed at the interruption.
Jeanne just sat there feeling more awkward than she did before her outburst.
When Bonnie saw Jeanne sitting next to Damon, every fear she had earlier was confirmed. And everything she was about to say was going to have to wait, there's no way she could explain the whole situation with her sitting right there.
"Oh, I didn't realize you had a guest. I'll come back later." Bonnie said and went to leave, but everyone at the table, including Jeanne, knew that something was very wrong.
Jeanne stood up. "This seems important, I'm gonna get going. We can finish this another time."
"No, we're going to finish this now, because I have a feeling whatever Bonnie came here to tell me, has to do with you." Damon responded and gently forced her to sit back down.
"Has to do with me? I've been here for two weeks. The most exciting thing I've done is buy a used car, I'm pretty sure that whatever is going on, has nothing to do with me."
Bonnie was unsure of exactly what Jeanne knew about the dark side of Mystic Falls and if she knew nothing, well Bonnie sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to tell her.
"Ok, everyone sit down and let's get this over with." Damon said, taking charge of the situation.
"Jeanne, I'm a vampire. I know you don't want to believe me, but I am…so is my brother. Remember about 6 months ago when you woke up and you had those marks on your neck? You convinced yourself that you must have just scratched yourself. You didn't scratch yourself. I did that to you. You know it's true and you know you believe me. There's a lot more to this story, and if you want to know the rest, I'll be happy to tell you. But for now, that's all you need to know." Damon said, and then the room became silent. Everyone looked at Jeanne waiting for her reaction.
Unfortunately for them, she didn't have one.
She sat there. Stoic. Expressionless.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, finally she spoke.
"Prove it." Jeanne said. It was all she could say. She had no idea what she meant by 'prove it', but if Damon wanted her to believe him, then that's what he was going to have to do.
That wasn't really what anyone at the table expected her to say.
"Prove it? How do you want me to prove it?" Damon asked, knowing that proving it would scare the living shit out of her.
Jeanne nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. "If you asked me to prove to you I was a woman, I could think of a bunch of ways to make my case. If you really want me to believe you, prove it."
Bonnie, Elena and Stefan watched on quietly and intently, not sure of what Damon was going to do, even worse, not sure how Jeanne was going to react.
But Damon didn't do anything.
Jeanne wasn't really sure what took over her, but she wasn't nervous anymore, she was angry.
She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and mockingly flaunted her neck.
"This is what vampires do, right? They bite your neck…suck your blood? At least that's what I've seen in movies. Are real vampires different? Do you guys wear capes, or turn into bats? Come on Damon, prove to me your vampire, bite me right here." She taunted with her finger delicately placed on her neck.
That was supposed to be her big finish. She was going to grab her purse and storm out of the house, but that isn't what happened next.
Within less than a second Damon had her up against the far wall of the room, which was at least 20 feet from where they were just standing.
She felt his mouth against her neck. She felt the sharpness of his fangs grazing her skin. Her pulse was practically doing a drum solo underneath the heat of his lips.
He pulled himself away from her and she got only a glimpse of a face that just wasn't human. She only had maybe 3 seconds to process it until his face went back to normal.
For reasons Jeanne will never understand, she wasn't scared of him. She did ask him to prove it, and that's exactly what he did, but he didn't hurt her and everyone in the room knew how easily he could have.
Jeanne stared Damon in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity. No one spoke. This was not the way this was supposed to happen.
"Take me home." Jeanne finally whispered to him, itching to get away from the audience.
Without saying another word to anyone else who was in the room, Jeanne collected her things and allowed Damon to lead her out of the house.
Once outside, Damon started to head towards his car, but Jeanne protested.
"I need to walk." She said, hoping the cool air would calm her nerves.
After that, Jeanne didn't say another word until they reached her doorstep.
Damon wasn't expecting an invitation, the fact that she let him walk her home was actually a lot more than he expected.
Jeanne put her hand on the knob, then turned back to him.
"That night I saw you at the party, in the bedroom…you were saying something to me about forgetting I ever met you, or something like that…what were you talking about?"
"Honestly? I was trying to erase your memory"
"Why?"
"Because you and I were never supposed to see each other again after New Orleans."
"Except in my dreams you mean."
"Right."
"So, why did we meet again?
"Because fate is one twisted son of a bitch."
"Are you dangerous?" She asked, knowing how foolish a question that is, but she couldn't stop herself from asking it.
"Usually."
"Can you give me the un-edited answer this time?"
"If you ask anyone who actually knows me, they'll say that I am."
"But I'm not asking anyone who knows you, I'm asking you."
"I guess I just have a bad reputation."
"Yeah, for sleeping with girls and never calling them again. I haven't heard the one about you puncturing vital organs."
"Let's put it this way, at this point…you're a lot more dangerous to me than I am to you."
"Am I supposed to know what that means?"
Damon sighed. "After 150 years you would think I would have better answers for you. All I can say is that you don't have to be scared of me."
Jeanne's brows furrowed, "Are you counting in dog years?"
Damon smiled, but didn't say anything.
Jeanne realized she was still gripping the doorknob, to the point that it made her knuckles white.
"You want to come in? Your car's not here, so word won't get out until at least tomorrow afternoon."
Damon responded by picking Jeanne up, carrying her into the house and closing the door behind them, his hands never leaving her body. She gasped, that might take a little getting used to.
Once inside, he kissed her almost viciously, and she welcomed it completely.
He carried her to the couch and laid her down, quickly covering her body with his own.
His hands explored every inch of her body as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She finally pulled it off to reveal a body a sculptor couldn't recreate. It was perfect.
Damon literally ripped the dress she was wearing off of her, the sound of the tearing fabric sent chills through her body.
There was no comparing this to the dreams. The dreams felt real, but this was real.
Feeling her skin against his almost made Damon uncontrollable, he had to fight to keep himself together, to not scare her again.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, completely out of breath.
He knew what she meant.
"At first."
"And then after that?"
"It makes the best orgasm you've ever had feel like a foot massage."
She smiled, her eyes twinkling under the moonlight that flooded through the window.
"Do it." She demanded softly.
Damon studied her face, if he sensed the slightest hesitation from her, he would back off…but there was no hesitation whatsoever.
In one simple move, Damon forced himself inside her…then clamped onto her neck.
Just as he had said, her initial reaction was to scream out in pain. But not even 10 seconds later she felt like the world around her stopped and the sensations running through her body were euphoric.
If she could bottle this feeling up and sell it, she would be a millionaire.
Damon knew not to push her too hard, to take it slow. When both of their bodies were completely worn out, he pulled himself out of her, then released her neck.
She didn't speak for at least 5 minutes.
She touched her hand to her neck and felt the trickle of blood that dripped down to her collarbone.
Did this really just happen? And did it really just feel that good?