"There's someone here to see you," Samantha told Damon after knocking on his bedroom door. "Kind of a scrawny, hobo-looking person. You know anyone like that?"

Damon gazed at her after putting his hands behind his head. "Did the person say anything about owing me money when you asked why they wanted to see me?"

"Yes," Samantha nodded. "As a matter of fact, they did. So since you know them, you might want to get to the front step and say a few words."

"You left them out on the front step?" Damon asked, jumping off his bed and running to the bedroom door. "Why would you do that? Why didn't you let them in?"

"He looked shifty," Samantha shrugged. "If I would've let him in and then left him alone, he could have stolen something!"

Damon just rolled his eyes and went to the front door. "Sorry about that," he apologized as he let the boy in. "That's Samantha. She has terrible manners. Brian, right?"

"Don't worry about it," came the reply in that odd tone of voice. "I've seen worse." Then a wad of money was put in Damon's hand. "There you go," said the boy. "Paid in full. And yes, Brian is my name."

"Thank you," Damon said and put it in his pocket. "Where will you go now?"

Brian shrugged. "I don't know."

There was a pause while Damon wrestled with his conscience. "All right," he said at last. "Why don't you stay a while since you have nowhere else to go?"

"Fine," Brian replied. "Thank you. But I won't be here forever. I promise." He paused. "Now, can I just pick a room, or do you want to pick one out for me?"

"No, I'll find a place for you," Damon told him and led him to the room across the hall from his own. "There's a bathroom there," he said, pointing to a closed door across from the right side of the bed. "And it has a shower in case you want to clean yourself off."

"I do!" Brian nodded. "Thanks!"

Damon was going to ask what he planned to do for clothes after his shower since he didn't seem to have any with him, but it seemed like a question that was way too personal for someone he hardly knew. So he just left him be while he tried to think of what to do with himself now that he and Lucy weren't together anymore, and Stefan and Samantha had gone out somewhere. He finally decided to take a nap and it was while he was doing this that Stefan and Samantha came home.

They were a bit drunk and stumbled into Brian's room while he was in the shower. Thinking it was Damon, and that he wouldn't mind, they began making out on the bed, and that quickly progressed to hot and heavy sex with moaning that was so loud, it could clearly be heard when Brian stepped out of the shower.

"Oh, for god's sake!" He groaned and reached for a towel. "I've moved into a house full of perverts!" He then looked in the mirror and sighed as his body began to change and become more feminine. He wasn't really a 'he' at all, but a girl named Annie Brown. She'd taken on the guise of "Brian" after her parents had discovered her magical powers and her stepfather had tried to beat them out of her.

After that, it hadn't taken her long to decide that she needed to run away from home if she wanted to have any life at all. She'd began her time on the streets as a woman, but after a few unfortunate run-ins late at night, she'd decided that a male persona would be safer. So Brian had been born. She'd used magic to change the appearance of her body, but kept her voice the way it was, foolishly believing that it wouldn't take much to make her sound convincingly masculine.

That had been her life on the streets, but now that she had a roof over her head and some life experience, she wondered if it wasn't time to retire Brian all together and just tell Damon the truth about herself. Yes, that would be best. Keeping up the guise was hard work and she was running out of the will to do it.

As the noise outside the door continued, she narrowed her brown eyes and turned on her heel, marching into the bedroom and shouting loudly at the two bouncing lumps under the bed covers. "Do you mind?" She cried. "You're in my room and tainting my bed! If you're going to fuck each other, at least have the decency to do it in a room that isn't already occupied."

That made the lumps become still and then Stefan and Samantha slowly poked their heads out from under the covers and watched in shock as Annie dropped the towel and zapped herself some new clothes, revealing very clearly that Damon had invited a girl into the boardinghouse, and not a boy.

"Do you think Damon knows about this?" Samantha asked as she and Stefan talked about it in his car where they would be less likely to be overheard. "And if he doesn't, I'm gonna tell him, okay? I want to see the look on his face!"

"We definitely need to tell him," Stefan agreed. "My brother has a habit of getting himself into really bad relationships with Lucy being the one exception, but it appears that now that she's gone, he's reverted to his old bad habits and as much as I would love to watch him deal with this on his own, I just can't."

"So we get to tell him?" Samantha asked gleefully as she rubbed her hands together. "What are we just sitting her for? Let's do it!"

They ran inside and shook a soundly sleeping Damon awake.

"What?" He asked grumpily. "What the hell do you want? Can't you see that I'm sleeping?"

"The guy you invited to live here is actually a girl!" Samantha burst out. "We were having sex in her room when she came out of the shower and showed us!"

"Oh, you're making that up!" Damon cried, getting to his feet. "Can't you just let this be? He's only gonna be here for a few days at the most and then he'll leave and you won't have to deal with him anymore."

"We're actually not making it up," Stefan told him. "Go see for yourself if you don't believe us."

"Fine," Damon told his brother and stomped across the hall. He knocked on the door and called out, "Brian, may I come in?"

"Sure," a decidedly feminine voice called back. "I have something I need to tell you anyway, so it's good timing.

"What the hell?" Damon whispered to himself and turned the doorknob. When he stepped inside, he saw a girl in a purple shirt, blue jeans, and brown boots sitting on the bed. "Hi," she said. "I bet you're wondering who I am, aren't you?"

"So…so Stefan and Samantha weren't lying?" Damon asked as he blinked furiously and rubbed his eyes. "You really are a girl?"

"Yeah, I am," she replied and stuck out her hand, her dark eyes sparkling mischievously. "My name's Annie Brown. I made up a boy persona to be safer when I was living on the street."

"Ah," Damon nodded. "Yep, that makes sense."

"You probably want me to go now, don't you?" Annie asked. "I understand if you do."

"No," Damon shook his head. "I told you that you could stay here and I mean that, whether you're a girl or a boy. Just…just make sure you stay out of my bed, okay?"

"Yeah, all right," Annie nodded and pointedly gave him a full body sweep with her eyes. "I'll try to keep that in mind. You bring a lot of girls through here?"

"Actually, my wife and I just separated, so…"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Annie told him. "And who are those two that I found having sex in my bed? Was your wife one of them?"

"No," Damon shook his head. "They are my brother and his…well, calling her his 'girlfriend' would be a bit of an optimistic term, but they seem to like each other. She's not really my type, though."

"And just what is your type?" Annie asked.

Damon chuckled. "Be patient," he said, making his way to the door. "And you might just find out eventually."

"What do you want now?" Thomas asked Davina when she stopped by. "Would you like to ruin another dinner that I worked so hard to prepare?"

"Oh, will you stop whining about that?" Davina asked. "It worked out well in the end. And I said I was sorry."

"You did not," Thomas scowled. "But it wouldn't hurt to say it now."

Davina smirked at this. "Let's not and say we did, all right?"

"Fine," Thomas shrugged easily and gave her a grin. "And while we're on the subject of things that were said at dinner the other night, I can't help but think of something else that caught my ear and it hasn't left my mind ever since." He began taking steps closer and closer to Davina, until there was no space between them and she was backed up against the wall.

"What?" Davina asked, looking up at him with bated breath. "What is it?"

He reached out and began playing with her dark hair before taking her in his arms and giving her a long, deep kiss.

"You remember," he whispered. "That thing you said about wanting to take a bath with me? Let's do it!"

"All right," Davina said, her eyes wide as he picked her up and strode in the direction of the nearest bathroom that had a shower, which was in Andrew and Amelia's (currently vacant) room. "I can't wait!"

But when they reached it and he shut the door behind him after putting her on her feet, he didn't proceed to undress, but picked her up again and stuck her in the shower, closed the shower door, and turned the water on.

She let out a shriek as it hit her in the face because it was ice cold. He hadn't bothered to warm it up and by the time he turned it off, she was shivering hard and her teeth were chattering.

"Y-y-y-you j-j-j-j-jerk!" She cried as she wrung out her clothes and fell into his arms. "W-w-what d-did y-you h-h-have t-t-to d-do t-t-t-that f-f-f-for?"

"Just to keep you on your toes," Thomas chuckled. "And what better excuse could I come up with to hold you against me?" He held her tightly then and soon, his body warmth began to affect her. She stopped shivering and shut her eyes as she laid her head against his chest. Then, he looked down at her and kissed her deeply. She paused for a moment and then tightened her grip on him before kissing him back.

They were deeply wrapped in each other when Andrew, after returning from the movies with Amelia (one of his favorite pastimes. He still couldn't quite believe that you could take pictures where people moved and spoke), came in because he had a bladder full of soda. But when he saw what was going on with his son and Davina, he smiled to himself, closed the bathroom door, and went to use the guest bathroom instead.

"So show me what happened when you opened the door," Amelia requested of Andrew as they talked in bed that night. "What were Thomas and Davina doing?"

"Well," Andrew shrugged. "They were kissing, and…"

"No," Amelia shook her head and put a hand on his arm as she eyed him intently. "Show me what they were doing. I would like a demonstration, please."

"Oh," Andrew nodded. "I see what you're saying." He took her in his arms and held her close to his body, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed all over her and then went to play with her hair.

"Wow," she said when they pulled apart. "No wonder he didn't notice you."

"Why are we stopping now?" Andrew smiled and pushed her back against the mattress as she stared up at him with a smile. "Shall we continue?"

"Oh, yes, please," Amelia smiled, her curly blonde hair bouncing as she nodded enthusiastically. "Let's continue." She took his face in her hands and kissed him again as he pushed up her night gown, slipped off her panties, and kissed down her inner thighs.

"I hope we never catch Thomas doing this," she said in a breathless voice and then let out a cry as she felt his tongue slide between her legs. "Oh, god. Where the hell did you learn how to…?"

"You wanna know?" Andrew asked, pausing for a moment. "Or do you want to just let that be a mystery between us?"

"Mystery," Amelia said.

"Good," Andrew smiled and then licked her for a bit longer before pulling her up to sit so she could wrap her legs around his waist and he could get inside her that way.

"Are you sure you want my mouth near your ear?" She whispered and nibbled on his earlobe. "You know I don't hold back anymore. You know I'm a screamer."

"That is a risk I'm willing to take," he said calmly before pushing into her as she let out a cry and fell back against the pillow and held onto him tight as he pushed into her several more times before rolling off her as they both panted heavily.

"Wow," she said and reached out to take his hand. "That was good."

"Yes," Andrew nodded and turned his head to kiss her cheek. "It sure was."

"So…what's got you so worked up?" Lucien asked Klaus as Felicity stood beside him.

"Yeah," She added. "What's going on?"

"Your aunt Lucy has been kidnapped," Klaus told her. "And I'm working on a plan to get her back."

"'Aunt Lucy'?" Lucien asked and eyed Felicity. "Your father named one of his children after me. What an honor! I didn't even think he liked me that much."

"She's not named after you!" Klaus said impatiently as he frowned at his phone. "Her mother wanted to name her after the Dracula character. Very ironic if you ask me." He paused and hit the phone on the wall. "Damn it!" He swore. "I called Malachai to see if he knew where his crazy son took Lucy a long time ago. Why won't he answer me?"

"Give me your phone," Felicity told her grandfather patiently. "I can handle this."

Klaus glared and then handed it to her.

Felicity dialed a number as Lucien put his arm around her again. "Hello, Aunt Lucy?" She said a few seconds later. "Your dad is worried about you. You wanna tell him you're okay?"

As she held it out to him, Lucien had a good chuckle at Klaus' expense. "Why couldn't you have thought to just call her, Klausy?"

"Well, in the visions of her that are currently crowding my brain, she didn't have easy access to a phone," Klaus told him impatiently. "Don't be such a smart ass." He then held out his hand to Felicity as Lucien smirked. "Give me the phone," he demanded.

"All right," Felicity said with a scoff. "Here!"

"Don't let it bother you," Lucien told her as he held her close to himself and tried to kiss her until she hissed at him and he leaned back a little, eyes wide. "He's always been grabby."

"Lucy, sweetheart, how are you?" Klaus asked. "Do I have to kill someone to get you back?"

"No, I'm fine," Lucy assured him. "Sorry if you've been worried. William's still upset about Damon and me, but once we talk about it like calm, rational people, I'm sure it will be all right. And you can tell his parents that he's all right too."

"Never mind about him," Klaus told her. "Where are you?"

"In Alistair and Astrid's basement," Lucy explained. "Don't get mad at them for not telling you. They don't know we're here."

"You could have told them so they could tell me and I wouldn't have been worried all this time!" Klaus remonstrated. He had her on speaker now.

"Sorry," Lucy apologized. "I'm just not used to thinking that I have to tell you anything since Uncle Elijah is who I see more." She gasped. "I haven't told Uncle Elijah where I am either! Does he know-"

Lucy's loud voice was cut off as Lucien led Felicity away from the conversation. "Well, that's enough of that," he said. "Could it get any more boring?"

"Well, what is it that you suggest we do instead?" Felicity asked. "Anything other than going to bed?"

"Why 'other'?" Lucien countered with a grin. "Why would you want to do anything else?"

"What else is there?" Lucien wanted to know. "You wanna help with that Phoenix stuff?"

"Maybe," Felicity replied. "At least that would be worthwhile and not a waste of a couple of minutes."

"Oh, it would take more than a couple of minutes if you were in bed with me," Lucien told her. "You've been there. You know that."

"I was drunk," Felicity reminded him smugly. "I don't remember a thing." She then left him alone while she went to see if Amy could help her find something useful to do.