Kirya burst out laughing. The look on his face as he struggled to wrap his head around her words was just hilarious. And then his shock when he realized what she was going at.
She took another sip of her coffee, waiting for him to regain his composure.
He did so fast of course.
"So what made you remember?" His voice was totally void of feeling.
"Not anything you said, obviously." Her tone was a bit more harsh than she had intended. She didn´t really hold him responsible for her memory loss. Well, just a little bit, since he could have told her at any point the last three years. Still, he probably had a reason not to, and now with her full memories intact, she realized she had regained her trust in him. He no longer felt like a threat.
"Then what?" He ripped her out of thoughts, obviously wanting a real answer.
"Well, you feeding from me, I guess." She trailed of a moment, before continuing. "You know what it feels like obviously."
He nodded, keeping quiet for a second.
"So, when are you gonna freak out?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "Freak out?"
"Yeah, you seem pretty calm for a person who have just retrieved months worth of memories."
She just shrugged. "I haven't thought all of it through yet. But you know me. I don't like drama, much less freaking out. I just adapt."
A weird look shot across Damon's face. "You really are one of a kind," he mused.
"I like to think so myself," she grinned.
"So should I call you Alice or Kirya now?" He seemed somehow more at ease now, and she wondered if he really had been nervous about her reaction. She doubted it, she was probably just imagining things.
"I don't know. I guess in my head, I'm Kirya now. But I don't think I'm gonna change my name back, though. People know me as Alice, and I've been Alice for a long time now."
He nodded. "'Kirya' in private then." He winked at her. She just shook her head, smiling at his flirting.
"I do have some questions. Like what did happen that night when Yuki..." She trailed off, shock suddenly shooting through her. His beautiful asian features appearing before her eyes. His jet black hair. Black eyes with dark veins protruding. But how? and why?
"Fuck."
Damon looked at her with furrowed brows, but she didn't notice him.
"Fuck!" she repeated a little louder this time. "It was him!"
"Would you please let me in on what the fuck you're rambling about?" His voice had a slight edge to it.
"Yuki."
"Yuki, what?"
Kirya took in a deep breath.
"You do recall that I was bitten yesterday, right?" Without waiting for his answer she continued. "It was far from willing. Some guy followed me on my way back from the office, attacking me in the alley just opposite from here." She shuddered at the thought. "I didn't recognize him then, but now I do. It was Yuki."
Damon had gone stiff in the chair.
"So you're saying that it was Yuki Nakamura who attacked you?" She could see the anger flashing in his eyes.
She clenched her teeth, staring straight back at him defiantly.
"You don't believe me," she stated. She should have seen it coming. Damon and Yuki was close, of course he wouldn't take her word in stride.
She moved to get up from the table, but Damon´s next words made her stop.
"Of course I believe you," he clipped. Talking mostly to himself he added under his breath: "I'm gonna kill that double-crossing bastard."
His last words surprised Kirya, and she slumped back in the chair.
"Damon?" He looked up at her. "I think you need to tell me what happened that night."
He seemed to relax a bit, the anger leaving his body slowly as he watched her. He sighed.
"Yeah I guess you need to know." He was cut off by the sound of his phone going of. He huffed annoyed but answered the call anyway.
"What is it?" he said curtly.
Kirya didn't hear more of the conversation, she just looked on him intently. He didn't seem to have aged a day. She knew that he already back then had been closer to 200 years than the twenty-fivish he had looked, but it still was a bit weird. I'm older than him now, she mused. Figuratively speaking of course. It gave a weird pang inside her, that she couldn't quite explain. Some things about him had changed though. Back then he used to be more... she struggled to find a word for it in her head. Serious. He used to take himself more seriously. He had obviously been the leader of their little group. It had always seemed like he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders. A responsibility.
The new Damon who had reentered her life, was carefree, reckless, and seemed not to give a shit about anything or anyone. Except from yesterday, a small part of her brain added.
She was yanked from her thoughts when Damon ended the call.
"You'll have to take a rain check on the whole explanation thing." He rose from the chair, emptying the mug.
"Did something happen?"
"Yeah," there seemed to be a small amount of distress hiding in his voice. "A bomb just went of in a building downtown. My brother had an appointment there earlier today, and he´s not picking up his phone. I need to check it out."
"Oh." Kirya stood up as well.
"Do you want me to come along?" He stared at her for so long that she felt a bit weirded out. "You know, in case you need some legal advice... Or a friend?"
He hesitated a second, thinking it over. Then he shrugged. "Why not." He turned and headed for the door, moving for her to follow.
Kirya quickly jumped to the fridge grabbing something, before rushing to the door where Damon impatiently stood waiting.
As she put on a jacket he nodded to the thing she'd taken from the fridge and stuffed in her bag.
"What's that?
When she saw what he was looking at, a blood bag, she felt color rise in her cheeks.
"Umm... Just in case someone is hurt and needs a drink."
As they walked quickly to his car, he asked, "So why do you keep blood in your fridge? Someone I should know about?" He couldn't keep the slight amusement out of his voice.
"It's weird I know. I've just always made certain to have a bloodbag in my apartment in case a client comes by. It was an idea I got when I started up the business. Later on I kinda realized that in my profession, it's not such a good idea to let your clients know where you live."
They both went in to the car, and Damon had almost sped off before Kirya had shut the door behind her.
"You invited me in, though?" He said it like a question, raising a brow, glancing at her through the corner of his eye.
"That was different."
"How so?" "Not that I mind, obviously." He added wrinkling his brows, making her chuckle softly.
"Officially it's your brother who employs me, so he's my client. And besides... You're a friend, and I trust you."
They both fell silent after that.
A couple of minutes later, Kirya could hear the wailing of sirens, and black smoke was rising above the buildings.
She moved uneasily in her seat shooting a glance to her left to see Damon's reaction. His brow was furrowed, his earlier playfulness gone.
He floored it.
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