New York, 1978

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Felicity found herself in underground New York club. Even from outside she was able to hear music, but inside it was almost deafening. But people around her were unhindered. They were dancing with hungry expression in their eyes, grinding on one another, making out in dim lit dance floor, temporally forgetting the world outside these walls.

It was no coincidence she ended up here tonight. She spend last ten years living in Chicago, but now she felt it was time to move and to do it fully she needed new ID. From someone close to her she heard about this place - "Billy's". The owner was vampire who was in business dealing fake IDs.

Taking in the inside interior she found the bar to the right from the stage. Behind it, pouring drinks, stood owners description matching man. Locking on to her destination Felicity strode straight to the bar, not slightly bothered with the looks she received from men and women she passed.

"What can I get for you?" The man behind the bar asked her soon after she made her way there.

Barman had dark brown hair in shaggy style and hazel eyes; his face was covered by few days old scruff. He wore dark clothes in the style of today. From his appearance you'd think he was a rebel, but his posture said otherwise. His hunched shoulders and downward pointed eyes said he didn't want to capture attention or be memorable. Well with his business it was good tactic.

"Will?" After he warily nodded to confirm his identity, Felicity sent him her most winning smile. "Good to finally meet you. Nadine send me, she said you're the best at procuring documents. Maybe we could discuss business in quieter place. And I wouldn't mind a glass of your best scotch."

Club owner looked at her a little bit stunned. The speed at which she spouted words out of her mouth was supernatural on to itself. He had to shake his head to break out of the daze and fully comprehend blonde woman's standing before him words.

"Nadine's friends are my friends. Follow me, I show you where I keep good stuff." Will motioned one of the waiters to take his place, and led her to the door in the back marked with the sign 'Private. Staff Only.'

On the other side of the door was narrow corridor with other five doors. Will went straight for the red one. Behind them was office type room. On one side stood a desk covered by stacks of files and documents. Behind the desk was big leather chair. On the ground was littered with unopened boxes. There were cabinets lining the walls. On the other side of the room was small relaxation area with old ratty couch and small coffee table. Above it were some personal photos pinned to the bulletin board.

Club owner motioned for Felicity to sit on the couch while he went to the cabinet and found the bottle scotch and poured two glasses. Handing one to the blond vampire, he sat beside her.

"So what do you want?"

"Straight to business. Okay. Nad told me about your line of business. I need two sets of IDs. One is for me, another for 5'6" female, brunette, about thirty years old."

"Mhmm... And how soon do you need them?"

"The sooner, the better." Taking the sip out of her glass she closed her eyes in delight. "Nice. I see why you'd want to keep it to yourself. Even though I'm more of the wine girl myself I can appreciate good stuff."

"Thank you. Rush job will cost you more." Will told her in advance, before any deal could be made, but her face remained the same - calm, with a hint of the smile, her eyes also didn't show any signs of disapproval. She just nodded showing her acceptance. "Okay. I'll go talk with my guy and your IDs will be ready by tomorrow night."

"Here's half of the payment." She took the envelope from her jacket pocket and handed it to the seller. "The other half you'll get when I'll see my ID's." Threat in her voice was unmistakable. Will better deliver what he promised or it won't end well for him.

"Understandable. You're more when welcome to stay. 'Crispy Ambulance' is performing tonight."

The muffled sound of music was still heard, reverberating through the thin walls. And since she hasn't had any other plans she decided to stay. Gulping down last of her drink she sat her glass on the coffee table and fallowed other vampire through the doors to the main part of the club.

DS*DS*DS

Damon was bored. Will hasn't had any request for ID tonight and he wasn't particularly hungry. So it left him standing in the crowd of horny humans rubbing together. Lots of women tried to catch his attention but tonight they only bored the hell out of him.

He was almost tempted to retire upstairs to apartment he rented from Will. But just then his attention was attracted to young blond woman entering 'Billy's'. For a moment Damon thought his heart skipped a beat. She wore oversized T-shirt from Black Sabbath concert, and faded dark brown, well worn leather jacket. Her figure hugging jeans highlighted her long slender legs and toned ass. It was even more emphasized by her dark red high heeled buckle trim boots. Her face was captivating, framed by golden hair cascading in waves down her back, styled bangs casted shade on her eyes making her blue ones look even deeper. Her lips were painted blood red color, tempting to kiss it off.

Damon wasn't the only one to notice her. She had some kind of magical aura surrounding her, drawing people's attention to herself. Not that it meant anything for her, judging by determination on her face she had the purpose and she wouldn't let anyone stand in her way. And he likes driven women.

With Damon's attention sparked he observed her from a far, studying her movements, expressions, trying to decide if he really wanted to engage her. But before he could decide on anything she exchanged few words with Will and fallowed him to the back. She must be one of Will's side business clients. After the meeting she'll probably just leave through the back. Damon was little bit surprised to feel a pang of disappointment at that thought. At any consolation was she would have to come back to collect IDs.

After twenty minutes Damon moved to the bar for last drink that night. Sipping his drink slowly, he watched some kind of punk band perform on stage, when he heard enchanting laughter behind him. Glancing behind his shoulder he saw mysterious blond from before chatting with bartender.

Not wanting to waste his chance Damon turned to bartender gestured to blonde's drink.

"Put it on my tab."

Stunning woman looked up and send him flirtatious grin. And hold out her hand for him.

"Thanks. I'm Felicity by the way."

"Damon. Damon Salvatore." He smirked, his thumb stroking their joint hands.

Just then Damon felt shiver of anticipation run down his spine. Only he was unaware she also felt the same energy pulse through her body.