What goes around comes around
Feel it breathin' down heavy on you

You've got bones in your closet
You've got ghosts in your town
You can't hide from your demons
Feel them all lurking around
You're runnin' scared cause
You know they're out there
They're waiting for the sun to go down

Be sure your sins will find you out
The past will hunt you down
And return to tell on you

Little Big Town - Bones

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Author's Note:

Okay kids…here is a chapter I KNOW you have all been waiting patiently for: Nessie's adventures with Damon. Remember; she doesn't get to go out a lot because she has overprotective parents. He is going to open up a whole new world to her, and she will soon wise up. I get comments all the time about how naïve and childish Nessie is, but I wrote her that way for a reason. Her character really grows in this story, and let's just say Damon is about to teach her a whole lot of things.

I know a lot of you were wondering about his gift, and that is coming. I also know there will be questions regarding the fact that her family just let her go with Damon, but I also try to touch on that here too. Remember; he did live with the Denali clan for a short time after he was changed. His gift had not developed enough for Eleazar to pinpoint much about it before he left. Please also keep in mind that Stefan is his brother, and they were best friends; brotherhood is not something that people just forget easily.

Thank you to my lovely twitter ladies, MimLove4ever and Jarielynn for their creative imput on this chapter – they gave me some great ideas for what should go down! Thank you much! 3

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Her heart hadn't stopped pounding since she had first heard the sleek, silver car pull up into the driveway. One word echoed in her mind as she looked over the expensive looking interior: stolen. She knew that newer vampires, or any vampires for that matter, usually had jobs to pay for something so extravagant. She had learned long ago that most nice things acquired by rogue vampires were definitely stolen. The vehicle she was currently in reeked of it.

Her heart continued to thrum even faster as Damon pulled out onto the main road, the wide tires squealing in protest. They zoomed forward with a jolt, and he looked sideways at her.

"It's not like running, but it'll do," he replied, running his cool white hands over the shiny gear shift. She looked at him, sucking her breath into her throat with a sharp noise. This earned her the first of many crooked, delightfully sinful Damon smiles.

"Scared?" he asked, glancing back at the road. She slammed her foot down on the floor of the car, phantom breaking as they came within inches of ramming into the car in front of them. Shaking her head defiantly, she blinked several times, trying to catch her breath.

"N-no," she finally sputtered out. Being with him alone made a surge of fear race up her spine, but it was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it made her feel so alive and excited she could barely stand it. She was free.

He snorted, gripping the steering wheel of the Audi with his hands. She could hear with her delicate ears as the leather and titanium in the steering wheel began to protest under the strength of his fingers.

"So tell me, Nessie," he said, looking back over at her. "Why aren't you scared?"

She bit her lip, glancing over at him through her wave of copper hair. "Because," she said. "Alice said you'd bring me back. She saw it."

Damon laughed again, but this time it wasn't a normal laugh…it was more sinister.

"Yes well…Alice is not the only one with talents now, is she?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Renesmee sunk back further into her seat, a hollow pit forming in her stomach.

Was this all a big mistake?

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When Edward and Bella finally did return home several hours later, Jacob was relieved to find that they were just as panicked about their daughter leaving as he was. Perhaps even more so.

"I should hope I'm more worried than you would be," Edward snapped, catching the tail end of Jacob's thought. Jacob looked incredulously at Bella, who was pacing at vampire speed in front of the large fireplace of the Denali mansion.

"Jacob…" she said, her voice in a warning tone. She made it clear that she was in no need of his smart mouth, or in this case, his thoughts.

"Would it kill you to shield me again?" he asked her. Then a cocky grin replaced his frown. "Oh, I guess it wouldn't."

"Completely unnecessary, Jacob," Edward practically hissed. Alice stood in the center of the room, her tiny arms crossed over her front as everyone else looked on. Eleazar moved towards the kitchen, a concerned frown on his otherwise perfect face.

"Perhaps we should call Carlisle?"

"That wouldn't do any good," Edward snapped at him. Hurt, the older man put down the phone in his hand.

Edward held up his own hand in a sign of forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Eleazar…You know I didn't mean to be so cross," he said. Eleazar nodded, and then moved to find Carmen on the other side of the room.

"I think Alice is right," she said, her Spanish accent flourishing in the quiet room. "We need to believe her. Damon…he is…he is a troubled boy, but I like to think I know him well enough to know that he wouldn't hurt Nessie!" she said. She looked at Alice and nodded in encouragement.

Alice gave her a pained shrug, and Jasper touched her elbow softly.

"I'm just…I'm just telling you what I saw. In the split second he was here in the driveway, Renesmee debated both things. If she stayed…Then it would have been more trouble for her in the long run. If she went…I just saw that things would be better for her."

"She just needed to get it out of her system?" Edward asked, his tone clearly shocked as he read his sister's un-edited thoughts.

Alice gave another pathetic shrug and slumped against Jasper. Jasper gave Edward a warning glance, and he backed away. Instead of harassing Alice some more, he went to console a very worried looking Bella.

"You're sure Alice?" Bella said her voice low and firm. Alice nodded.

"Bella, trust me. If we let her go and have some…fun," Alice said, tripping over the last word, "then she'll be happier. She just wants to live a little and do some things that normal girls do."

Bella was silent as she mulled it over. Edward stared at his sister as he continued to quickly pick Alice's brain. She concentrated slightly, showing him the different outcomes of Renesmee's choice.

"I…I think she's right," Edward admitted.

"So, what? Now we let her go off with the bloodsucker we were just protecting her from two days ago?" Jacob spat, crossing his arms. Seth shot him a warning look from across the room, and his expression instantly softened.

"I stand by what I said," Stefan finally piped up. His tone was loud and harsh, much more so than anyone in the room was used to.

"Sure you do…you all stick together…"Jacob grumbled, sulking down even lower onto the leather couch. Rosalie, who was standing behind him, swatted him on the back of his head so fast that her hand looked like a blur. Jacob turned around and growled at her, but then settled back down into the leather seat.

"Damon…I told you already. He wouldn't hurt someone who is my friend. He's a vampire but...but he's still my brother."

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"Where are we going?" she asked him after several minutes, the color rising in her cheeks again. Glancing over at him, she jumped a little bit when his crimson eyes met hers.

A slow smile spread over his expression and he chuckled. "That's the beauty of this, Ness. We can go wherever you want." Her heart began to thrum as he called her by her nickname. The name Jake had given her.

"C-can you call me…my name?" She asked suddenly, leaning up in her seat.

Damon cocked an eyebrow at her and gave her a knowing look as the car raced down the snowy highway. "Hit a nerve, did we?"

"NO!" she said quickly. "I just…want to hear you use my real name, not some stupid…little nickname," she said, swallowing hard.

You're a vampire. You're a vampire…remember that, her mind chanted at her.

"Fine then. Renesmee it is," he said, turning his attention back to the road. "So…you never told me where you want to go."

"I can really go anywhere?"

He nodded.

"Really?"

"Suuuure," he said slowly, looking at her again. Just his eyes on her made her shiver with excitement. Damon was new, and exciting…and a little dangerous, but she liked it.

"Hmm…" she thought for a moment. "You know, I don't even have a clue where to go now that I'm free."

He laughed. "I guess you never see the scene after the prince tosses the princess on his white horse and gallops away," he mused. She whipped her head up to look at him, biting the corner of her lip carefully.

He kinda is like the prince that rode in and saved me.

A guilty feeling washed over her as she remembered the looks on Stefan and Jacob's faces when they did finally pull out of the driveway. She loved her family; she knew that was an unchangeable fact. But why did it suddenly feel so good to get away from them for a little while with this exciting new vampire?

"No, you really don't," she admitted. Then her eyes lit up as she got an idea of something she had always wanted to do.

"Idea?" he asked, noticing her expression. She nodded, and stopped herself from using her gift to show him what she wanted. Folding her hands in her lap, she smiled.

"I want to go to Vancouver."

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The drive south to Vancouver was one she knew to be at least 20 hours, even at vampire speed. It probably would have taken a human twice that to drive, especially at the speed limit. They rode along together at top speed, the sleek silver Audi purring beneath them as they flew.

Her mind whirred with questions for the mysterious new vampire. For some reason, she found herself wanting to impress him and make him like her. A lot of vampires had crossed her path throughout her life, however, they were all friends of the Cullen family. Sometimes they were people she hadn't met before, but most of the time it was the same cycle of guests at their home. It felt rude of her to think it was boring, but she couldn't help it. Damon was new and exciting, which absolutely thrilled her.

She turned her head to look at him, blinking several times. The sunlight on the highway bounced off of his skin, shedding rainbows of light all over the interior of the car.

"What if we get pulled over?" she said softly, her brown eyes following prisms of light as they moved on the black leather seats.

Damon smirked at her, playfully patting the dashboard with his shimmering hand. "That's what I have this pretty little girl for," he said. "She wouldn't let us get caught now, would she?"

Renesmee shifted in her seat, biting her lip. "I guess not," she said.

"Nervous?"

She shook her head quickly. "No," she insisted.

Damon snorted a laugh, raking his eyes up and down her body. "That's right…you're not exactly breakable."

"You're right," she admitted. Feeling brave, she thought up a question. "So…why did you come back?"

He looked over at her, swerving past another car on the practically deserted two-lane highway they were on in southern Canada. She gripped the door handle beside her as Damon's skin sparkled like a beacon in the late afternoon sunlight. Normally, her family members avoided traveling in sunny weather at all if possible. If they did do it, they were shrouded head to toe, just in case. They couldn't afford any accidents.

"Why did I come back?" he repeated her question. "Why, why, why…" he mumbled. Cocking and eyebrow, he looked back at the road.

"Stefan is my brother. I couldn't help wonder what he was doing up there in snowball-land with his fellow squirrel-chasing friends."

Renesmee coughed to cover up her laugh. "We don't eat squirrels, you know."

He looked at her, his expression obviously skeptical. "Okay…Bambi, Thumper, etcetera, I get it, what have you. It's all…rather boring to me."

She glanced at him, unable to hide her fascination. "So…you really drink from...h-humans?"

Damon just smiled at her, turning his attention back to the icy road. She watched the speedometer creep back up to 180. It didn't feel like they were going that fast along the nearly empty highway, but she knew speedometers didn't lie.

"What's the point of being a vampire if we can't drink what we're meant to?"

"What's the point of being alive if you're going to do nothing but take life away?"

He glanced at her sideways, his expression turning sour. The muscles in his face turned downwards, showing his displeasure. "I wasn't conscious for that decision to be made. My lovely brother Stefan decided for me, and before I knew what was happening, Tanya administered the bite. I didn't get a choice in the matter," he growled.

"And I did?" She spat back. "I was born like this."

Damon was silent for a moment, and she spoke again. "But…but why are you really back?"

He glanced at her, a smile slowly spreading on his lips. "Well Renesmee, that is for me to know…" he said, placing his icy hand on her thigh. "And for you to find out."

An excited shiver ran up and down her spine as she looked first at his sparkling crimson eyes, then down at the hand on her leg. She had a feeling she was in for the ride of her life, and that her time with Damon would be a completely new experience.

One of which she would soon have.

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By the time they rolled into Vancouver, the sun was setting behind a hazy cover of clouds, shedding a dull, blue-gray glow on the city.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured appreciatively as they approached the downtown area. Renesmee had never been to Vancouver, and the idea of a new city to explore chaperon free was intoxicating.

"Where to?" he asked. She whipped her head around to look at him. "You're joking right?"

He shrugged. "Well…I have no reason to. I'm a fun guy, Renesmee, so let's have some fucking fun."

She grinned at him widely, rubbing her lips together as she thought. Dozens of possibilities swirled in her mind, and she tried to focus but was finding it increasingly hard to do so.

"I…I want to go out," she said finally, looking back over at him. Damon maneuvered the car though the city streets effortlessly, glancing occasionally over at her.

"Out?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, flashing her teeth excitedly.

"Yes. Out."

"Done," he said. "I know a great place we can go."

"You've been here?" she asked giddily, her eyes wide as she stared at the bustling city around her.

He laughed. "Renesmee, I've been just about everywhere. It's been a long two years, and without sleep, or getting tired, or…well…rules at all basically, I've had myself some fun."

"We have rules," Renesmee said suddenly. "Vampires…we…we have rules."

He glanced at her before carefully parking the car. "Oh, Renesmee….tonight…let's agree. No rules. No boundaries, no laws, no telling each other 'no'. Let's just...forget about all that non-fun stuff."

She bit her lip, contemplating his offer. It sure sounded tempting..

"Deal," she said, her eyes flashing with anticipation. It was Damon's turn to smile at her in a dazzling manner. His eyes fell to her body, raking over her another time.

"However…that place I was talking about, well…they have a dress code there and I really think you would enjoy some shopping first anyway," he said.

Renesmee looked down at her usual ensemble: slightly worn, plain black flats, a thin pair of skinny jeans, and of course her normal long sleeved black shirt. Her outfits were usually plain because she hated messing with all that frilly stuff day after day after day. Plain was easy, and comfortable, and…well, effortless.

"I guess you're right," she mumbled, an embarrassed flush rising up in her cheeks.

"I might have a few ideas," Damon purred, reaching over to her. He ran the back of his cool hand down her cheek, giving her a completely dazzling gaze. Her thrumming heart pounded in her ears as she looked at him, her brown eyes wide. Damon smiled, obviously amused by what he could do to her body. It already reacted to him like a fine tuned machine that he had built specifically for his needs.

He reached over her thighs to the glove box, which he flipped open and extracted a small box that she recognized.

"Contacts?"

He smiled devilishly at her as he ripped open the box and popped the contacts into his eyes.

"You wear contacts?" she repeated as he blinked his eyes. He nodded, looking up at her with icy blue eyes.

"You know what they say," he said, tossing the empty box behind him. "You catch more flies with honey than with blood red irises."

He winked at her and stepped out of the car. She followed him onto the bustling city street. It was now almost dark, and the city was starting to come alive. Damon ushered her into a large building that she was relieved to discover was a huge, indoor shopping mall.

"I figured you'd need this place," he said, wrapping an arm casually around her shoulders. Renesmee laughed, throwing her head back to look up at the five plus floors full of stores in the gigantic mall. She felt so wild and free with Damon it was amazing; he never seemed to worry about anything, and that was very nice for a change.

She smiled at him, flashing him her white teeth as he strolled down the busy walkway. Women and men alike all paused to glance at him as he made his way through the crowded shopping center. Not that she could particularly blame them – he was gorgeous after all. Also, he made it look so effortless and casual as he walked, earning stares left and right.

"People are staring," she said, her voice low. A group of teenage girls walked by, all of them giggling and eyeing him. Damon, not one to be unnoticed, indulged them by winking his new, fake blue eyes. A pang of something strange shot through her as she watched him give attention to the other girls. It was…jealousy. "Your eyes are really pretty," Renesmee blurted out suddenly. He turned his attention back to her and a surge of satisfaction covered her green envy.

"Why thank you," he purred, tightening his arm around her. She shivered slightly, pressing her lips together. Suddenly, she couldn't wait to go shopping for something new to wear. More than anything, she wanted to get his attention and keep it.

"First stop!" he said, steering her into the pink store. She gasped, her cheeks instantly turning to match the shade of the interior of the store where they now stood.

"Victoria's Secret?" she gasped, looking around. She had never purchased underwear with a man present, and wasn't looking forward to doing so now.

Damon rolled his eyes at her naivety and chuckled. "Well duh, silly!" he said with a mocking tone. "You didn't pack any bags when you hopped in my little silver sports car…" he trailed off.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she looked around the store, and he laughed again. "Just trying to be nice is all."

She glanced around the inside of the scary looking store, wringing her hands together. Normally Alice or Rosalie helped her do this, and it was strange to be shopping without them there. Damon did have a point though; she didn't have any clothes other than what was on her back. Hell, she didn't even think to grab her cell phone or purse.

"You're right," she mumbled, nervously twisting her coppery hair around in her palms. She had it pulled to one side of her neck and was anxiously fiddling with it as she looked around the busy store. Women around them paused every once in awhile to gaze at Damon, who was acting oblivious to them all.

He followed her around as she perused the store, playfully swatting at his chilly hands when he would pick up a racy looking g-string or a see-through lacy bra.

"Damon!" she hissed, covering her mouth with her hand. Glancing around, she was relieved to see that no one was really paying attention to them anymore.

"You're picking boring things up," he whined, gesturing to her arm. She had several pairs non-threatening, butt covering panties thrown over it, along with a plain, black bra.

"What's wrong with these?" she asked, looking down at her selections. He shrugged, giving her an eye roll and a planned yawn.

Renesmee narrowed her eyes as she stalked towards the cash register, determined not to let him change her mind.

Then, she stopped in her tracks. "Damon…I…I don't' have any money!" she gasped, her white hand covering her mouth.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. "You're so innocent it's cute…sometimes," he said, the smile fading from his lips. She frowned, turning to face him. His expression bothered her almost as much as his comment had.

"It's only cute sometimes? It's not like I do it on purpose!" she said firmly to him. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked at her, obviously thinking about what she had just said.

"Don't you?" he said quietly, too low for the humans around them to hear. Renesmee glanced around the store nervously, hoping that no one was watching Damon glower at her in the center of the Victoria's Secret.

Suddenly, he moved a little too fast for a human, grabbing her wrist and dragging her toward the back of the pink store. Before she knew it, they were locked in a dressing room at the end of the hall, Damon pressing her against the wall.

"Damon-"

"No, just listen," he said, his voice still low. Her enhanced vision could see the venom in his eyes slowly burning through the icy blue contacts that he now donned, and a fearsome chill ran up and down her body.

"I've only known you for a short time, but I have to say; could your parents really have sheltered you this much that you really are this naïve? Wise up, Renesmee. The dippy little act will only fool certain people, and I'm not really one of those people. Cut the act – it's getting old. I mean…they must have practically kept you under lock and key to have a seventeen-year-old daughter who acts like she's…she's…six."

Renesmee's breath caught in her throat, and the words slipped out before she knew what had come over her.

"Damon, I'm seven."

His eyes widened a little, then he quickly regained control of himself. She looked at him as a plethora of mixed emotions crossed his face, a common reaction to her age. Then, it looked like he was having an epiphany.

"You're…you're…seven?" he gasped, releasing his hold on her. It hadn't been a tight one, but she hadn't dared move from it. She nodded quickly several times, her breath still caught in her throat.

"Y-yes," she said slowly. "I age fast…well…I did age until I was seven. Now I'm going to start…slowing down until I stop in a few months."

Damon's mouth dropped open slowly, and he stepped back from her. Yanking the curtain to the side, he glanced out into the hallway to make sure no one was near them.

"So you're seven years old and you look like you're seventeen…is there anything else I need to know?" he asked, his voice rushed and quiet.

Renesmee froze. Her gut twisted and turned as she quickly contemplated whether or not to tell him about her gift. Damon seemed harmless. A little scary at times and he asked a lot of questions, but dangerous? She didn't think so…

"No, nothing," she said finally. He glanced at her strangely, and for a second she panicked that he didn't quite believe her.

"Fine then. But seriously…the 'Oh I'm Renesmee and I'm half a vampire who doesn't know anything' act is getting old. Are you going to let people push you around your whole existence?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her. She backed up against the dressing room doors, shaking her head 'no', and her brown eyes wide.

"Oh, and enough with the Bambi eyes thing already," he snorted, turning to leave. She gripped the underwear and bra in her small hands, and realized that she had been holding her breath. Damon turned and glanced at her on the way out, his eyes dropping to the material in her hands.

"Oh, and what's with the granny panties?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "32C, right?" he asked. Renesmee balked at him for a moment, her mouth dropping open.

"Uh...ummm…yes."

"Stay right here," he muttered, quickly disappearing.

Renesmee's breath caught in her throat again as she watched him move way too fast for a vampire who was in human company. Glancing down at the garments in her hand, she tossed them to the floor and sank down onto the plush little chair provided in the dressing room. She ran her hands through her copper curls, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself after Damon's attack on her innocence.

She was startled when he returned, dangling a few horrifyingly lacy items in front of her face.

"What…what are those?" she asked with a horrified expression. Damon darted his head around the thick curtain of the dressing room, his face mischievous and daunting.

"Why…it's underwear," he said, shaking his head at her. "Tsk tsk Nessie, didn't your mother teach you to say thank you for things?"

She took the skimpy looking material from his hands, holding it up to examine it. "It's practically lacy floss," she huffed, shoving it back at him.

"Don't you want to look all grown up and pretty? Grownups wear…" he handed her a lacy black thong with a matching bra, "…things like these," he replied.

She tried to resist making her brown eyes wide with a tell-tale expression of disgust, but to no avail. Damon snorted and pushed them back at her, making it clear that he was not one to give up easily.

"Please?" he purred, leaning closer to her. She could hear her heart start to race in her chest as he moved in towards her body, closer than she thought he would. His scent swirled in her nose and throat, making it tingle with the new, exotic taste of him. Damon's flavor that filled her nostrils was unlike anything she had smelled before. It was a mixture of masculinity and freshness.

He smells like…how it smells after a fresh winter snow, and…mint? And…spices…. Yes, exotic spices, she thought.

Damon looked at her, his blue eyes sparkling. She shivered again when she thought about the blood red orbs that hid behind the blue shine of the contacts.

"I dare you," he said simply, the leather in his coat groaning as he crossed his arms to look at her.

For some unknown reason, those three little words dug at her like nothing ever had before. It was almost like he was expecting her to say no and chicken out, never one to be up for the game at hand. It bugged her to no end to realize that she would normally talk a good game from a safe distance, but when actually confronted with something new and exciting, she would balk at it.

I'm done being timid, helpless little Renesmee. I am full grown, I am an adult, a woman…and most importantly, a vampire, she thought.

"O-okay I'll t-try them," she stuttered, snatching them out of his hands. Stripping off her top and plain black bra, she tried on the lacy number Damon had picked for her. The bra was much fancier than anything she preferred to ever wear. It had more padding and lace than she thought was really necessary.

"Is it on?" he hissed from the other side of the curtain. Her eyes widened, and she glanced at herself in the mirror in horror. She was standing in the dressing room in her silly jeans and a black lace bra.

"Why?" she asked.

Damon shoved the curtain aside and appeared in front of her, his icy blue, contact covered eyes raking over her pale, white body.

"Renesmee, black lace does suit you," he practically purred. Her heart practically leaped into a speed that would make helicopter blades jealous as he moved toward her like a magnet.

Her mind instantly went to Jacob. What would he think about this? That would be the ass beating of the century…

Her words were frozen in her throat as he moved up next to her, his intoxicatingly sweet breath blowing on her face. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes brushing against the tops of her blushing cheeks as she tried to steady both her heartbeat and her breathing. To no avail.

"Looks pretty," he quipped, brushing a quick kiss low on her collar bone. Her eyes flew up to look at him, and was somewhat thrilled to see a bemused smirk on his face.

And that would not be the first time that day she would see a look like that grace his chiseled, beautiful features. He practically paraded himself around the mall that evening, Renesmee trailing a step behind in wonder. Damon was just so…different. Like he didn't have a care in the world, everyone else be damned. People stared at his model-like looks as he strode confidently through the mall, and Renesmee gulped as she thought about how she was actually out with someone like him.

They made several more stops while in the mall. Damon picked out a low cut, tight little black dress for her in Express, and she haphazardly picked out a few pieces of jewelry to go with it. She had grumbled in protest at the shortness and low cut neckline of the little dress, but one dazzling 'please?' from Damon's mouth had quickly coerced her.

When they finally hit a shoe store, she was irked to find out that Damon's taste in women's shoes was a lot like Alice's: the higher and shinier, the better. He had flashed his black MasterCard with what certainly wasn't his name on it, and they had been hers.

"How did you get that?" she asked, her eyes falling on the card as he shoved it back into his wallet.

Damon looked at her sideways, raising an eyebrow as they left the mall.

"You really wanna know?" he asked, an amused look crossing his features. She swallowed nervously but nodded.

"I found it in a park, under a bench," he sneered, opening the car door for her. Renesmee looked at him, giving him a doubtful stare with her brown eyes. She gripped the shopping bags in her hand, her gut wrenching.

"That's a lie," she mumbled to him, glancing around nervously at the people lining the streets.

Damon chuckled, placing his white hands on his hips. "Yes, it is," he snorted. He walked around the driver's side, and the two of them got in.

"Why would you say that then? A lie?" She asked, turning to look at him. Damon glanced at her, sighed, and then turned to face her in the driver's seat.

"Because, little girl, that is the lie that I'm going to tell you to help you not lose any sleep at night."

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She shifted uncomfortably as the bouncer glanced at the ID in her hand. It didn't look a thing like her, but the hundred dollar bill Damon just slipped the bouncer had graciously convinced him otherwise.

"You know, you'd pass for a lot older if you'd quit yanking that dress down and relax," he said, too low for human ears. She followed him into the downtown club, her eyes wide as she looked around. They took a seat at the bar, and she tried to remember how to daintily cross her legs like Rosalie had showed her.

Damon looked at her as he sat down, heaving an annoyed sigh. "What?" she asked, glancing at him nervously.

"You know, the nervous little Bambi look is also getting old. Why do you look so scared and full of wonder all the time? It's like we're stuck in a fucking Disney movie," he growled, shaking his head. He nodded at the bartender, who walked over. Renesmee frowned, insulted at his comment, but said nothing.

"Two shots of Patron, and…give this girl a cosmo," he sighed to the man behind the bar.

"What are you doing?" Renesmee hissed at him. Damon laughed, leaning back on the stool. He held out his arms and grinned at her, his white teeth sparkling in the dim light of the club.

"You're out! You're free! Fucking savor it, Renesmee!" he purred, his fresh blue contacts shining.

She looked down at her lap, unsure of what to say. He was right when she thought about it.

"Are you sure I should be drinking?"

Damon laughed, tossing his head back slightly as she shifted uncomfortably. "Renesmee, why wouldn't you drink? If I could still do stuff like this, it would take me about a second to down half of this bar's contents."

She made a face and crossed and uncrossed her ankles, pressing her lips together. "You could have just said yes...no real need to make me feel stupid," she said quietly.

"I'm not making you feel stupid, I'm telling you the truth. Which is more than certain family members of yours have done over the years."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Renesmee, I meant that they've been keeping you from living; exploring; flourishing. They've obviously kept you under a rock and for what?"

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Did they do it so that you would just randomly jump in a sports car with a potentially dangerous vampire one day? I doubt it. What are they protecting you so much for?"

"I guess you're right. I don't really know why they've kept me so sheltered. I guess it makes them feel better..."

Damon nodded, his eyes widening at her as she thought about it. Suddenly, she felt like she had been cheated out of living her life for all these years.

"Things starting to look a bit more clear?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she mumbled, placing her shiny clutch on top of the bar.

After their awkward talk about the stolen credit card in the car, they had checked into a five star hotel so that she could get changed and ready. The black dress clung to her curves, accentuating her slim waist and medium sized chest. She had swept one side of her hair back, a cascade of copper curls hanging down one side of her face and exposing her creamy white shoulder. Her high heels were tall and silver and sparkly, perfect for a night out – those along with her chunky silver bracelets and earrings, she looked ready for a night on the town. She just wished she felt like it.

"Ah, perfect!" Damon practically purred as the shots were set down in front of them.

"Why did you order one? You can't drink it!" Renesmee laughed. She watched as Damon lifted the small glass of expensive liquid to his nose and sniffed it deeply.

"It's the only human thing that still smells good to me," he admitted. "Everything else smells like rancid shit, but...but this," he said, pushing hers towards her, "this still smells good. Drink."

Renesmee lifted the shot to her nose, sniffing delicately. "What is it?" she asked with a frown.

"Very expensive tequila. I used to love this stuff when I was human. Drink it!" he laughed.

Renesmee glanced around he crowded bar full of laughing, talking, and dancing people. They all had drinks in their hands, and they all looked like they were having fun.

Maybe if I drink, I'll have fun too, she thought. Heaving a sigh, she raised the glass to her lips and slammed it down.

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And so it begins...Nessie's time with Damon. For everyone who has commented on how bratty/naive/immature she is, remember that was for a reason. Things will happen soon that will change the way she behaves, and the way she sees the world. Her character is still developing, as is Jacob's. They are flawed characters, and will sometimes do things that people don't like or understand. The story is far from over, so never fear.

That said, the fic is now officially caught up to where I have written. I'm still busy at work writing, so never fear. However, reviews would serve as some great motivation : )

Please give Ness some time to get it together - she will, I promise! And I haven't forgotten about Damon's lovely brother, either ; )

*BONUS*

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