Greetings! This will be one of many shorts that I decided to make. I have always wanted to write Vampire Diaries fanfics but never had the time to write various chapters. So I decided to write some shorts that may eventually lead to a fully flushed out story. Hope you enjoy!-Nina
Main OC backstory: Jasmine "Jazz" Moreau is the first person Damon turned into a vampire back in 1869 and is one of his biggest regrets. After turning her, he left her alone to fend for herself. Her saving grace was that he sent Stefan to guide her so she wouldn't be alone. But she needed Damon. He was everything to her and he abandoned her when she needed him the most. Because of that she has hated him for the last 142 years of her undead life. However she would put her anger aside for the sake of getting Stefan back. He was her survivor and now it was her turn to return the favor. This short takes place during the beginning of season three when Klaus had Stefan turn off his humanity. Jasmine returned to Mystic Falls to help Damon and the rest of the group save him. While there her and Damon's fighting reach dangerous levels but on the night of Elena's birthday, they share one of many intimate moments
Jasmine decided to go to the Mystic Grill to cool off. She needed a drink; she and Damon revealed to Elena that Stefan was the one responsible for all of the dead bodies being reported. Of course Elena didn't want to believe it but the evidence was clear. Jasmine was calm through the entire situation until Damon said to forget about Stefan. It triggered something in her, how dare he even consider doing that. How could he suggest abandoning Stefan. Before she could stop herself, her temper got the best of her and she punched him. Damon may have been older and of course stronger than her, but Jasmine always had a great right hand. Stefan meant so much to her; he leveled her and helped her become the vampire she was. When Damon was dying from a werewolf bite, it was only Stefan that could convince her to come back to Mystic Falls. He would always tell her through the years that he probably regretted what he did yet didn't even know where to start to correct it. Her emotions were starting to get to her as she remembered all the years she spent hurting over him. Before there was anger and hate, she felt like she did something wrong and caused him to leave her like everyone else did. Jasmine understood Damon so well because she knew what it was like to be second best and have people abandon you when you needed them the most. If it wasn't for Stefan, she didn't know what would have become of her. With a groan Jasmine slapped her glass on the table as she was already on her sixth shot for the night. She motioned for the bartender and he came over to pour her another shot. Just as he was walking away she grabbed his arm,
"You can just leave the bottle sweetie and it's on the house." Jasmine commented as she compelled him. Leaning back in her set she drank the shot and proceeded to pour herself another.
"You have one hell of a tolerance, little lady." Jasmine turned to find a guy walking over to her. She looked him over and smiled. After so many shots she was getting hungry and he already seemed drunk so why not.
"I was just getting started." she stated
"My name's Kevin. I can't say I have ever seen you around here." he said as he put his hand out for her
"I grew up here but I'm just visiting some friends." Jasmine replied shaking his hand
"Lucky friends," Kevin smiled, "Mind if I join you?"
"That would be great." she replied as she grabbed another shot glass and poured one for him. Just as Kevin was about to take it, another hand reached out for it. Following the hand Jasmine sighed heavily as she realized it was Damon.
"Thanks for the shot, Jazz." Damon did his usual smirk as she narrowed her eyes at him
"What the bluest of hell do you want?" Jasmine asked through clenched teeth as she tried not to yell
"Is there a problem?" Kevin asked as he stood up and was face to face with Damon. Damon looked at him for a second, before speaking
"Look, Kevin was it? I have just had a rough night and want to have a few drinks. Since my dear old friend is here, I think I will have a few with her." Damon replied as he placed his hand on Kevin's shoulder
"That's up to the lady and she doesn't seem interested in your company." Kevin commented. Damon sighed as he wasn't in the mood. Narrowing his eyes at him, Jasmine could only groan as Damon compelled him away.
"Gee thanks Damon, I completely wasn't planning on having some fun with him tonight." Jasmine said sarcastically
"You could do better," he stated as he attempted to take the bottle from her but she had a firm grip on it, "Now now Jazz, sharing is caring."
"Why the hell are you here? And why were you eavesdropping on me?" she started as he looked at her shocked, "Don't play with me. You knew Kevin's name and no one told it to you."
"What can I say you guys were kind of loud and I may have overheard his name," he replied as he tugged at the bottle, "I'm ten times stronger than you, so let's give daddy the bottle."
With a groan she released it and watched as he poured two shots. She took one and quickly downed it.
"You're welcome." Damon smiled
"I'm not in the mood for this." Jasmine said as she reached for her leather jacket. Damon took his shot and grabbed her hand, "What Damon?"
He sighed, "Look, I know you hate me and you have every right to do so..."
Jasmine snickered as she interrupted him, "That's the first honest thing you have said to me since I came back to this damn town."
"Don't make me the asshole of your story for at least one night." Damon said while rolling his eyes
"But you do such a great job at it. In case you forgot, you made me fall madly in love with you, turned me into a vampire, abandoned me, betrayed me and pretty much told me to fuck off." she commented
"I didn't tell you to fuck off." he corrected
"Glad to see you're not denying the other shit." Jasmine smirked as she took her bottle from him
"Look, today has been a bad day for both of us. So why not forget about it with some drinks and then tomorrow get back on the I hate Damon train to crazy town?" he started, "We both know that saving Stefan isn't going to be a walk in the park. Might as well enjoy the night."
Jasmine took a swig from the bottle and contemplated his offer. He was right, finding Stefan and getting him from Klaus wasn't going to be easy. So a night like this required lots of alcohol even if it was shared with Damon, "I guess you have a point. I mean the worst case scenario that could happen is I have too many shots and try to kill you...worst for you of course."
"That's my girl," he smiled as she handed him the bottle, "To a night of regrets."
A few hours had passed and Jasmine lost track of how many shots she and Damon had. All she knew was there were now two empty bottles of Tequila laid out across the bar.
"I couldn't imagine doing this as a human." Jasmine stated as she ran her fingers through her dark curly hair. It was at that moment Damon looked her over as she was now sitting on top of the bar. The fitted white v-neck t-shirt caused him to stare at her chest for a few moments before taking another shot, "You're staring at my tits!"
"No I wasn't..." Damon defended
"I...saw...you...staring...at...my...tits." he couldn't help but watch how her full luscious lips pronounced each word. He knew the alcohol was getting to him and it didn't help that Jasmine was a beautiful woman.
"They're nice tits." Damon commented with a wink. Jasmine rolled her eyes as she looked around the bar. After so many shots she was definitely in the mode for another form of relaxation but Damon was the last person on her mind.
"I'm getting hungry..." Jasmine mumbled
"Horny?" he asked
"Hungry, you fool," she groaned, "I would have had a drinking partner and food if you didn't get all possessive and chase my meal away."
"Look around us Jazz, there are plenty better options than "Kevin" just pick one and remember sharing is caring." he said
Continuing to look around, Jasmine found a young woman checking Damon out, "You have a secret admirer." Jasmine whispered as he looked over his shoulder and found the woman she was referring to.
"Oh spicy," Damon commented as he looked over the tall redhead, "She looks fun for me to play with but what about you?" Jasmine felt a weird tingle as he absentmindedly rested his hand on her thigh. She ignored it as she pushed his hand away and hopped off the table.
"I go both ways." she replied. Damon watched in complete awe as she walked over to the young woman and started to chat with her. She was a seductress; she saw what she wanted and went after it as a predator. Continuing to watch with hungry eyes, he smiled as she brushed a few strands of hair from the woman's face. Suddenly Jasmine pointed towards him and the woman waved teasingly at him. He smirked at her and poured himself another shot. Soon Jasmine was escorting the woman back to the bar to meet him.
"Good evening," Damon greeted as he eyed the redhead up and down. He could hear her pulse racing as he stared at her
"This is Nicole, she is in town for the weekend." Jasmine stated
"Pleasure to meet you Nicole," he commented, "I'm Damon."
"Pleasure is all mine." she smiled
"Nicki here got ditched by her friends for some losers." Jasmine sighed
"Well, that's their loss." Damon smiled
"Exactly why I told her she should hang out with us," Jasmine paused as she poured three shots, "It is now our duty to make sure this beautiful young lady has a great night."
"Agreed." Damon commented as the three of them took the shots. They continued to chat and get to know each other as Nicole's interest in both of them started to become more obvious. Nicole rested her hands on Jasmine's hip and motioned for her to dance with her. Jasmine happily accepted and let her pull her towards the middle of the bar. There were only a few people dancing so Damon had a clear few of them. Temptation was running wild as he felt his jeans slowly tighten. Jasmine was undeniably sexy as Nicole was all over her. He grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and walked over to them. Offering it as a present to Nicole, he smiled as she opened it and took a swig. Jasmine watched with hungry eyes as she heard Nicole's pulse race. She was starving and there was way too much alcohol in her to refuse food and a beautiful redhead. The three continued to dance until it was closing time. That's when Nicole agreed to come back to the Salvatore house for the night to continue their little party. When Damon opened the door he breathed a sigh of relief as Elena was nowhere in sight.
"This house is amazing." Nicole commented
"You haven't even seen the best part." Damon smirked as he took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Jasmine followed behind them as she was almost tired of this foreplay. Once they reached the room, Damon took off Nicole's jacket and walked over to Jasmine. She was surprised when he started to teasingly take off her jacket as well, "Bourbon anyone?"
"You guys drink like sailors, I fucking love it," Nicole smiled as she walked over to Jasmine and suddenly kissed her. Damon's eyes widened at her aggressiveness, "Sorry I get frisky when I'm drunk and you both are smoking hot." Jasmine smirked before kissing her back and guiding her towards the bed. Damon was at a loss for words as he watched the two make out on his bed. As much as he was enjoying the sight, something in him wanted Jasmine alone. She was undeniably sexy right now.
Jasmine paused from kissing Nicole to look deep into her green eyes, "I am going to make sure you enjoy yourself Nicole, so just relax and don't scream." she compelled her as Damon walked over to his nightstand and poured two glasses of bourbon. His nose flared at the fresh scent of blood. Fangs slowly protruded from his gums as he took a sip of bourbon. Jasmine had straddled Nicole on the bed and was hungrily feeding from her neck. Damon's hard on had yet to go away; he eagerly watched as Jasmine massaged Nicole's breast while running her hands through her hair. He downed his glass then walked over to them and slowly leaned his body over Jasmine's. Sinking his fangs into the opposite side of Nicole's neck, it was the first time he and Jasmine drank blood together. After a few moments he raised his head up and pressed his body harder against her back. He leaned down to her and pushed away her hair from her neck. A low growl escaped his lips as he brushed his lips against her earlobe. Suddenly Jasmine pushed him off her, sending him flying to the ground.
"Not the reaction I was hoping for but expected." Damon commented as he stared at the ceiling for a moment. He knew the last person on earth Jasmine would want to sleep with was him, yet he couldn't help but react this way to her. The attraction he had for her would never go away so it was natural for him to want her under these circumstances. Jasmine slowly walked over to him and now stood above him. Her lips were stained with Nicole's blood as were his.
"You're thinking with the wrong head Damon," she commented as she gently pressed her foot against the crotch of his jeans. He breathed heavily as she was teasing him, "You took away my first playmate and Nicole is drunkenly passed out from blood loss. So,... I guess the least you can do is make me come."
Her words sent a jolt to Damon's crotch as he didn't need to hear another word. The woman requested his services and he dare not disappoint her. With lightning speed he grabbed Jasmine and now had her on the floor. His lips crushed hers in a hungry kiss; it was like his body found something that it had been craving for years and couldn't get enough of it. He groaned as she lifted her waist and pressed herself against him. Teasing his erection, she used her strength and flipped them over. She pushed him down hard on the floor and suddenly ripped his shirt open.
"Oops." Jasmine smirked as he only growled in excitement. Aggressively grabbing her neck, Damon kissed her. Suddenly she gasped as in a flash he had her pressed against the floor again but this time he savagely ripped her shirt and pulled off her jeans.
"It's not nice to tease your sire." Damon breathed hotly into her mouth. Before she could say anything, he picked her up and slammed her against the wall. Jasmine quickly fought with his belt and happily threw it aside. He reached down between them and pulled her panties apart, She melted against the wall as he effortlessly picked her up and placed her legs over his shoulders. Bracing herself, she groaned as Damon buried his face between her legs. Jasmine moaned loudly as Damon hungrily found her clit. He was causing her to throb as his tongue sent shocks of pleasure through her body. Soon he aggressively grabbed onto her thighs as she was squirming. She was already close and trying to control herself. But when Damon moved a hand to slide two fingers into her, she lost it. Her orgasm came crashing down hard as he continued to work his tongue on her.
"Damon!" Jasmine screamed as she grabbed his hair as a plea for him to stop but it only turned him on even more. She could feel another wave building as he was determined to make her orgasm again. Just as she climaxed and her body was trembling, Damon smirked as he slowly placed her back on her feet.
"You said make you come….you didn't say how many times." Damon commented
"Shit..." working on catching her breath, Jasmine tried to calm herself. Damon had a satisfied expression on his face as he honestly wanted to eat her out more but knew she was extremely sensitive right now. She suddenly groaned and grabbed his hair, pulling him towards her. He met her mouth in a hungry kiss. Her hands found his shirt and removed what remained of it. With vampire speed Jasmine quickly grabbed Nicole and placed her on the floor. She then grabbed Damon's neck and pushed him down on his bed. He groaned as she straddled his waist and started to hungrily kiss him again. She bit his bottom lip before slipping her tongue into his mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, her mouth found his neck. As she playfully dragged her fangs against his skin, she then moved her hand between them and brushed against his chest before traveling lower. As she slipped her hand into his jeans, Damon groaned heavily. She started to stroke him. He was already hard from everything that had happened plus her aggressiveness was a major turn on.
"Shit." he breathed. Jasmine went back to sucking on his neck as she was leaving marks all over him. In a flash, she stood up and pulled his jeans off. Tossing them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He watched her hungrily as in a flash, she made her way back over to him and positioned herself on top of him. His head fell back as she was extremely wet and immediately started to ride him. She grabbed the back of his neck and smashed her lips onto his in a demanding kiss. Turning to grab his hair, she forced his head up as she started to grind on him. Damon groaned loudly as the rhythm she had was sending him over the edge. His hands found her waist as he held onto her tightly. His lips found hers as his fangs nipped at her bottom lip. Soon her pace became harder and faster. Now running her hands over his chest, her nails dug into him as he couldn't take it anymore. His orgasm was intense as he came and called her name. After hearing him and feeling him come in her, Jasmine threw her head back as her own orgasm hit her hard. Damon wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he was trying to calm himself.
"I can forgive you for sending my meal away earlier." Jasmine smirked as she kissed him on the lips. He watched as she stood up and walked over to his dresser. Pulling out one of his black v neck shirts, she put it on and then picked up her jeans.
"You know….you don't have to leave," Damon shyly started as he continued to watch her get dressed, "I mean that's if you want to stay of course."
Jasmine looked at him and her expression turned serious, "This was just for one night." She knew better than to spend the night with him. He was trying to repair their bond.
"I know it's just "one night" but who says it has to end like this? Come on, I know you love a good snuggle." he stated
"I did, then I stopped loving anything." Jasmine replied with a smirk. Damon sighed, he knew asking for anything more than sex from her would be an instant no. But, he had to try. He honestly missed her and wanted to somehow make things better.
"I...know I ruined your life," Damon paused as he let his own words sink in, "You loved me and I loved you. It was the first time that anyone made me feel like I was all they needed. I was the one you wanted but I was stupid. The night I turned you, I was scared; you were going to die and I didn't want to lose you...but being a sire wasn't a responsibility that I was ready for."
"Then you couldn't have loved me." she stated
"I LOVED you! That's why I couldn't be the one there for you. So I sent Stefan to take care of you. I knew that I would never be the right person to be there for you and give you what you needed. I also knew that Stefan would make a better sire than me. He would teach you control and give you guidance. I couldn't even control myself and was on the road to being a ripper. You deserved better than that...I needed you to HAVE better than that. Jasmine, you will always have a place in my heart that no other person will be able to take...not even Elena." Damon said as he stood up from the bed and picked up his jeans. Jasmine didn't know how to react. She was angry but his words caught her off guard. She could tell that she hit a nerve as just claiming that he didn't love her brought out such an intensity in him. After putting his jeans on he reached for his glass and took a swig of bourbon.
"You wait until a drunken night of fucking to tell me this," Jasmine started as she narrowed her eyes at him, "Over one hundred years with no explanation and THIS is when you decide to try and be honest.
"I never even knew where to start...I am the villain of your story and I accept my role," he sighed, "I know I can never make up for what I did to you. And I swear to you it is something that I will always regret."
Jasmine stood motionless as she thought over what he said. Through all these years Damon never admitted he was wrong for hurting her. Sure Stefan would tell her that he probably regretted it and wanted to make things right, but he never took the first step to do so. Instead he let hundreds of years pass by without even a word to her. Her emotions were starting to get to her as she remembered all the years she spent hurting over him. Before there was anger and hate, she felt like she did something wrong and caused him to leave her like everyone else did. Jasmine understood Damon so well because she knew what it was like to be second best and have people abandon you when you needed them the most. If it wasn't for Stefan, she didn't know what would have become of her.
"So you feel bad...good. You should feel bad after all the shit you put me through. You had an unlimited amount of time to be honest with me and explain yourself. But you chose the coward's way out. You like to complain about how you were the one who would clean up after Stefan when he flipped his switch. But you have yet to admit every screw up that Stefan has had to fix for you. It's like you only care about yourself. People like me are expendable and don't need to be loved. I loved you Damon and you abandoned me for over a century. So honestly go fuck yourself." Jasmine said as she reached for her jacket.
"The first person you feed from was a pregnant woman in 1869 and it haunts you that you killed her." Damon blurted out as she stopped her movements
"Stefan told you that." she said
"No I saw it happen," he sighed as he put his glass down, "I left you in Stefan's care but I never stopped caring for you. I made it my priority to check on you for decades. In 1916 you turned a young man, Pierce, into a vampire because he was dying from Polio. He was the first person you ever turned. He fell in love and wanted to be with you but you couldn't. Eventually he left you because not being able to be with you was hurting him. In 1919 you fought for women's rights and compelled anyone you needed to make sure they got the right to vote. In 1967 you became a mother figure to a young werewolf, Joanna, that was exiled from her pack. You raised and protected her for three years until in 1970 her psychopath father found her and killed her. That same year you turned your humanity off for the first time and killed everyone in the pack for what happened to her. It wasn't until 1980 that Stefan was able to help you turn your humani-"
"Stop...just fucking stop!' Jasmine yelled as she flashed in front of him and pushed him, "So for decades you periodically stalked me?"
"I needed to know you were okay." Damon replied
"And I wasn't! So great way of observing me instead of just being there. I was better off thinking you completely abandoned me. Knowing that you watched me and didn't have the balls to show yourself makes me hate you even more."
Damon was about to say something when he heard Nicole start to stir. She held her neck and looked around the room in a drunken blood loss daze. Just as she was about to open her mouth to scream, Jasmine flashed over to her and snapped her neck. He narrowed his eyes at her as she took her anger out on Nicole.
"Jasmine, please relax." Damon commented
She slowly turned to look at him and he could see the hatred in her eyes, "...I owe my life to Stefan, so I will help get him back. After that...stay the fuck away from me. If I even feel you anywhere near me, I will kill you this time. Not even Stefan can save you."
He knew at this point it would be best to not say anything more to her about them. He didn't expect his words to make things better but he needed her to know he never abandoned her the way she thought he did. Perhaps another time they could have this conversation. She was right, Stefan was their priority but he had to apologize, "I'm sorry."
"...a sorry excuse for a sire." Jasmine said before she put on her jacket and flashed out of the room.
Damon sighed as he walked over to Nicole's body and bent down, "Like progeny, like sire." He would handle the body and do as Jasmine requested for now. But he refused to give up on her entirely.
