They finish off half of the bottle, as they discuss Emily's morning presentation for the sake of conversation, then they're soon picking at the fries.
"Yeah. I've been to college. Several times," he says.
"Really?" she asks, slightly confused.
"Yeah. You know, one of the perks of being a vampire, is the ability to possibly do literally everything," he states, a little buzzed from the bourbon. Her brows raise curiously. "I tried several schools. I honestly hated history and crap, so I didn't take English. I tried architect, law school, computer science, and acting," he said. She laughed at the bizarreness of the ability to do all of that in one lifetime.
"Wow. That is. Amazing," she says, gazing into the distance as she imagined it.
The ability, the time, to do everything…
Wow…
Suddenly, being a vampire made that seem possible, even though it wasn't entirely related. One could still do almost everything in one lifetime.
But this wasn't the first time she thought about…turning,
and right now, Damon knew she was thinking of it.
And all of a sudden, he felt a pang of guilt, for constantly sugar-coating vampirism before her.
She deserves the truth.
"You know you can't have kids as a vampire," he says. Emily turns to him, confused with his out-of-the-blue confession. She processes what he'd said as he looked to see her reaction.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yep," he answered.
"Huh…I guess that makes sense…Why? Why bring this up, again?" she inquired curiously.
"Just thought you should know everything before making a decision."
"What decision?"
"Oh, come on. Don't kid yourself. You've been thinking about it. There's no shame in admitting it," he smirks.
"Damon," she sighs, shaking her head tiredly. Then she pauses, and he raises an expectant brow.
"…Does it hurt?" she asks. He eyes her in confusion.
"Does what? Transitioning?"
"No. Biting someone…Drinking from them," she says.
"Not as bad as you'd think. I could show you," he smirks flirtatiously at her.
"Show me how?" she asks in confusion. Then her eyes widen. "Bite me?!" At her shock, Damon chuckles.
"I'm kidding," he says.
Then Emily actually considers it…
"…Do it," she says. Damon snaps to her, his turn at being shocked.
"What?" She locks onto his gaze in all seriousness.
"I mean, don't take this the wrong way…but…I want you to show me," she says.
Was she even aware what she was asking him to do?
No, but she was hoping she would after he was done.
He on the other hand, panicked. He wasn't sure why, but it ironically felt suddenly wrong.
"No," Damon said, looking away. She eyed him quizzically.
"Why not?" she asks.
"Because," he retorts, refusing to look at her.
"Because what?!"
"…"
"Damon!" she calls, poking his arm irritably. Damon suddenly, but gently, grasps her wrist, nearing her face till they were inches apart, effectively shutting her up as he lowly said:
"Because I really want to…" His tone was more soft than threatening, and it enchanted her.
"…Then do it," she whispered, the liquor speaking more than herself.
Regardless, she was making it really difficult for him to resist the urge when she spoke like that, looked at him like that,
so he gave in.
Taking her off guard, he pushed her back against the blanket, and hovered over her in a way that made her think she was dreaming. Her longing eyes made his heart race. He leaned in, his breath ghosting against the skin of her neck and bearing goosebumps across her whole body. She readied herself in anticipation, but found he was lightly kissing her neck instead. Her eyes slid shut at the consuming sensation, and her lips pursed to block all and any sounds of pleasure. He could feel she was tense as a spring beneath him, and his nose was starting to pick up on a scent other than her blood, lower-set.
Instead of letting ill-timed thoughts fill his mind, Damon opened his mouth, and carefully, expertly, sunk his fangs in, penetrating her skin. Emily gasped at the sharp, prick-like sensation, her hands rising to grasp his arms in a motion to push him away, till the pain slowly dissipated, and she could practically feel her blood being sucked out of her.
She was soon too dizzy to be aware of that, and an electric-like numbness spread across her body, causing her to sigh in confused pleasure.
Damon moaned at her taste. She was so sweet, and…incredible, he actually didn't want to stop,
but then again, no vampire ever did.
Regardless, he allowed himself less than a minute, before he slowly pulled back out.
He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked to face her. Her cat-green eyes were heavy-leaded with thick lashes as she eyed him in a daze, blood seeping from the holes in her neck. Damon didn't like the idea that he'd hurt her, even though she was perfectly fine. Still, the wound as if mocked him. He bit into his wrist, and brought it to her lips, cradling her head with his other hand as he guided her to drink. She swallowed half-consciously, and started to regain her senses as the wound closed up. Damon watched her with admiring curiosity as she drank from him. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was something.
When he affirmed she'd healed, he pulled away, but remained close to her. The bizarreness of the situation suddenly set in for her, as she took a second to catch her breath.
Yet unaware who'd leaned in first, their still blood-tainted lips closed against one another. In a second, they were kissing passionately, and Emily hooked her arms around his neck, hoisting herself closer to him as he embraced her tightly. It didn't matter that they could taste each other's blood on one another's lips. If anything, it riled them on.
Damon licked her bottom lip, and she opened up to him. Damon let his tongue explore her mouth, causing her to moan in warmth and pleasure.
All of their surroundings faded.
Everything.
And it was just them.
She kissed him lovingly, cupping his face between her palms. Her so sweet touch caused his heart to ache, and he would have had her on the ground again, when her phone oh-so-rudely interrupted them.
Breathless, they reluctantly pulled apart, their minds slowly re-joining the surrounding world as their dilated eyes met.
The irritating cell-phone continued to ring, and Emily annoyingly pulled the bag to her as Damon backed up. She brought out the phone, and sighed upon seeing Jenna's name.
Hesitantly, she picked up. "Hey. Jenna. What's up?" she casually asked.
"Hi. Emily. How's it going?" the aunt slyly inquired.
"Uh, it's going fine. Is, uh, something up?" she asked, averting her attention to Damon, who brought a thumb and brushed it against her lip, causing her heart to jump at the contact. He then brought it back, blood-smudged,
and licked it.
She obviously couldn't stop staring at him, till Jenna spoke up again, and he smirked.
"Why are you breathing so heavily?" she asked. Acknowledging what she'd said, Emily's eyes widen as Damon grins in amusement. She ignores his gaze.
"Nothing! What is it, Jenna?" she impatiently asked.
"Hehe. I need the car back," Emily sighs at that. "Something popped up at the office, and I need the car," she says.
"Okay. Fine. I'll be back in twenty," Emily replies, hanging up.
XXX
"Bye, bye!" Damon mused, walking away from her car to his house. Emily smiled.
"Don't do anything stupid, Damon!" she called. He chuckled at that, and she started the engine, driving back to her house.
Thankfully, things weren't too awkward between them in the car, mainly because they were often busy re-picturing the kiss. Neither cared enough to wonder what it meant for them. It was as if it was becoming something they just do, regardless of appropriateness.
Upon reaching her house, Jenna teased her about what they did, of course, but Emily denied it all, and said that they just sat and talked. She didn't need people asking the questions she didn't want asked, didn't want to re-hear what Elena had said to her the day before on their way to Trudie's 'his rebound girl.' She wasn't. It wasn't like that between them because they weren't in a relationship. They were friends…who occasionally made out.
'God, Emily. How fucked up is your life?'' she thought. Who cares? She liked it the way it was.
Did she?
Later that night, Emily finds out that Jenna's work thing was this ridiculous fundraiser thing the town was preparing at the Mystic Grill. Elena and Stefan were going. She wasn't, neither was Jeremy, and the two siblings sat at home and watched a horror movie.
When Elena comes back, she tells Emily what had happened. The night was going fine, and she was talking to Stefan outside the Grill, when the man they'd seen at Trudie's re-appeared,
and told her to stop looking for Isobel.
Then, he killed himself, by stepping in front of a speeding car.
Bypassing the shock, Elena took his phone, and sat opposite Emily as she debated calling the last number on it to see if it was…her mom.
One thing they knew, Isobel was alive.
This at least put Stefan at ease, for he was now sure that Damon hadn't killed her.
He was yet to tell Alaric, who was fed up with waiting,
and oh-so-stupidly, went to confront Damon in his house. Damon, annoyed with the late night irritation after having spent a wonderful evening with Emily, he teases Alaric, after confessing that he'd turned Isobel, that she wasn't happy with her life, or with Alaric, and that he did in fact sleep with her.
Fed up with his bullshit, Alaric attacks Damon with a stake, causing Damon to kill him.
Stefan arrived home, shocked with Alaric's body in the living room. He confronts Damon, who explains what had happened with little care.
Out of this, Stefan finds out that Damon had turned Isobel,
and when Alaric miraculously awakens from the dead,
he confesses his ring had protective abilities.
Back at Emily's Elena decides to call the number.
It rings…
It picks up.
A woman's voice replies, saying: 'Was there a problem? Did you find her? What's going on?'
Elena utters Isobel's name,
and the woman immediately hangs up, confirming to the siblings that it was indeed her…
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