Jessa had a major problem. Joe, the compelled werewolf had just attacked and bitten the love of her existence. Now luckily, it wasn't a full moon, so while it would eventually be life threatening, it wasn't currently. That was a problem, which wretched her heart and made her want to hurt Klaus in a lasting way, like say kill every single one of his staked siblings, and the living ones, and him. All at once. To say she wasn't feeling very rational at the moment was probably an understatement.

Damon was covered in blood. Some of it was his own and some was Joe's. Tyler, even without his wolf had helped pull the werewolf off of Damon, and in the scuffle, Klaus had left. He was certain they'd come looking for him. After all, only a hybrid's blood could save Damon now. At least that's what Damon told Jessa when they were locked in one the the school bathroom closest to the kitchen.

As her hand shook, she cleaned the wound with the ugly brown paper towels afforded to the school bathroom with antiseptic cleanser. She was terrified. She would not grovel to that disgusting bastard, she would figure out a way to fix this. She couldn't lose Damon, not now. Jessa didn't realize she was crying until she blinked and the tears dripped on her nose. A sniffle, and Damon raised her face by her chin.

"Hey," he whispered, "don't worry. We'll figure this out. As long as you and me are together, we've got this." He put their hands together and linked their fingers. "Remember rewind the clock."

She smiled at him through the tears and finished cleaning the wound. It was closing a little. Only the bite itself stayed open. That's when it hit her. BITE. She had a flash of Katherine biting her. The black bile that rose up from when Katherine tried. How she threw up and how it made her sick because she'd ripped her throat against Jessa's will. Without Jessa's permission.

"Damon!" Jessa breathed. "Remember when Katherine bit me?"

He looked at her like she was crazy. "I remember what you showed me."

"What if my blood made her sick because she tried to take it without my permission." Jessa's eyes glittered. She started thinking about her mother's book and the meaning of "truly immortal".

Damon started to consider what she was saying. Every part of Jessa's magic was permission based. She had to allow things to happen. Even taking things her mother gave, she had to allow herself to take it. It made sense.

"If that's the case, do you think me drinking from you would help this?" He asked, gesturing to where Joe had bitten.

She nodded, then added. "I think that if I allow you to drink, it would make you like my father, Damon." She allowed that to sink in. "You'd meet the criteria of 'truly immortal'."

They stood still for a moment, thinking about it when a knock shook their quiet. Damon gave a quiet chuckle and kissed her gently. He helped her gather up the bloody paper towels and they took the trash bag with them and left the bathroom. Ric was waiting outside the door.

"Klaus left, he didn't even try to grab Elena." Ric said, giving an update. "I figure he thinks you guys are going to come groveling for help."

Jessa nodded, she was pretty sure that was his plan too. "Too bad that's going to backfire. I mean it's going to be the trap that backfires on him." She said with a smirk.

Damon chuckled at Ric's look of shock. "Don't worry so much Ric, there's always a Plan B. I don't need Klaus' blood. It's taken care of, but he doesn't need to know that, does he?" They walked outside to get rid of the trash and then headed to their cars. "We'll give it the usual day or two. Since Joe wasn't in a full moon cycle, I have some more leeway. I won't look sick as soon. He'll have someone coming for Elena though, so keep an eye out. And lastly, we'll get ready for the big reveal."

Jessa smiled at Ric. "If this plan goes well, hopefully, everything will be done and good by week's end." She gave him a hug.

FINALLY HOME SHOWERED AND READY FOR BED

"OK," Jessa said, clearly nervous. "So, how should we do this?"

Damon wanted to make her comfortable, but he wasn't quite sure how to go about doing it. Usually feeding from someone involved compulsion, or sex, or a mix of the two. This was clearly a different ballgame. And it was something she had to give permission for him to do.

"Well, honestly," he said, trying hard not to blush, "I usually just, uh,"

"Compel them?" She asked, going for brutal honesty. "Or use your bedroom eyes or studly body?"

He laughed, loving the fact that she just went there, cutting through the bullshit. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Does it hurt?" She asked quietly, remembering Katherine, she flinched and went pale.

"I will try very hard to make it pleasant, but it could sting," he answered honestly. Once again wanting to hunt down that bitch Katherine. "It feels like a bee sting because of the sharpness of the teeth, but there is some venom in our bite that can numb it."

She nodded, thinking about it. She needed him to be OK, and she knew in her heart and head that her blood was the answer to the bite that marred the perfect skin of his neck. Crawling over and onto his lap, she sat carefully down, for once not attempting to be sexual. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and tilted her head so he had clear access to her neck. The invitation was clear, but she wanted there to be no fear or worry that the implication wasn't implicate.

"Damon, please take my blood." She said, inviting him to drink.

The invitation to drink from her was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard her utter, next to when she'd first told him she loved him. He lowered his head carefully, drinking in first her scent. The scent of honeysuckle, from her hair, along her shoulder and the curve of her ear and carefully up her neck to the throbbing of her pulse. He kissed the pulse point carefully, then prayed that he could live up to the promise he made to make it as painless as possible and carefully bit into the woman he planned to spend the rest of his existence making happy.

Jessa sighed as the blood flowed from her and into his waiting mouth. He carefully drank, not wanting to be greedy and wanting to make sure that it didn't make him sick as it had Katherine, in case they had misread the cues. They hadn't. Her blood was incomparable to anything he'd ever tasted before and if he never drank or ate anything again, he could die happily. He could feel the poison from the werewolf bite push from his body, and at the same time he could feel his body changing. It was different from his first transition, but to put it into words would be something he'd have to spend the next lifetime trying to do. A worthwhile prospect with her by his side.

He stopped drinking and pulled back only slightly, sitting up and pulling her to him. He wiped the small drop of blood that escaped from the pinprick that was healing before his eyes, and smiled as she opened her eyes.

"Hello, beautiful." He said, smoothing her hair and kissing her.

She smiled up at him. "You look different. More peaceful and definitely not bitten." She kissed him again, and while the burning was still there and still passionate, it wasn't all consuming.

"It changed, do you feel it?" He asked, wondering how she felt about it.

She nodded, feeling a little worried. "I do. I think it's a bit more manageable. How about you?"

He smiled, agreeing. "So bed tonight and then we can work out the rest of the plan for Klaus tomorrow. We owe him. Especially since that dick caused us to rush past the best diversionary sex that we had going on." He growled in mock suffering.

They laughed as they turned off the lights and settled in for a well deserved early night.