Okay, so I start work on the 5th of next month so I'll maybe have three more updates before then, after that it'll probably be slower than it is now because I still don't know how many hours a week I'll be working.
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Warning: There's a little bit of citrus in this chapter. If you don't want to read the citrus-y part then skip it. LOL. If you don't find it offensive than, please, enjoy.
Chapter Thirty
A few days went by and Rebecca's dad came back. Rebecca felt better and Damon confessed to giving her blood in her sleep. She'd sort of figured that out for herself because she'd woken up the day after her concussion and had felt fine. Her Slayer healing wouldn't have fixed her that well.
Rebecca was with Bonnie at the moment, with Bonnie's Grams. Rebecca was trying to help Bonnie find a way to get her groove back - in other words, Bonnie's powers were still AWOL. Rebecca apologized for bringing Bonnie into it. She'd hadn't known Bonnie would react this way. She'd thought Bonnie, being a witch, would be okay with everything. Vampires, Vampire Slayer, all of it.
"It scares me, what they are. What I am," Bonnie admitted.
"Do I scare you?" Rebecca asked softly, wanting to know if she did and if so, why.
"No, you're still . . . you're still Rebecca."
"Well, you're still Bonnie. It doesn't matter to me that you can move things with your mind now, or make feathers float. It doesn't change who you are, not if you don't let it."
Rebecca was a strict believer of things not changing people - not deep down - if said people didn't let things change them. It didn't matter if they were human or something other than human; the belief remained the same.
"Right."
Bonnie took a deep breath and focused on the unlit candle in front of her but the flame wouldn't come.
"Maybe you're trying too hard," Rebecca suggested.
"Or maybe I've lost my powers for now," Bonnie said. "Look . . . I know that you and Elena are okay with all of this stuff - vampires, and being friends with them, but I'm just not ready to get into this with you guys just yet."
Rebecca listened to Bonnie. It was true that Bonnie had been fine until Emily and the vampires. The vampires. Bonnie looked down, ashamed.
"You're worried about the vampires."
"Well . . . Damon's homicidal, and Stefan is . . . I don't know, he seems okay, but at the end of the day . . . I'm still considered a food source, ya know? Plus, the tomb and . . . If they get out."
"They won't, okay. We'll prevent that from happening."
Rebecca and Bonnie ended up at the remains of old Fell's Church where Emily had taken Bonnie in her dreams and when she'd been possessed. Grams had told Bonnie that in order for her to get her powers back she needed to face her fears. Her fear was blocking her from using them. So there Bonnie and Rebecca were, walking in the woods - Rebecca had to admit they were creepy - when suddenly the ground gave way and both girls hit the bottom with a thud.
Rebecca was okay; she'd landed in a way that hadn't hurt too badly. But Bonnie had landed on her side and a stone had landed on her leg, and she'd hit her head.
Rebecca removed the rock and then cleaned the cut on Bonnie's head with her sleeve. There wasn't too much blood, so Rebecca hoped it wasn't too bad.
"Bonnie?" She got a 'mm' as a response. "Can you see straight?" Rebecca asked, and Bonnie nodded. "What about your leg? Can you move it?"
"Mm."
Rebecca helped Bonnie stand and was relieved to find that Bonnie could move around on her own. Sensing that Bonnie was physically okay Rebecca was able to assess the situation now. All around them, in every direction, were stones. They were under the church, outside of the tomb. They'd fallen at least thirty feet, and it was a miracle Bonnie hadn't been hurt worse. It was still daylight, so they had some light to see with, but that would change in a couple hours. The sun would go down.
"Can you jump it?" Bonnie asked, gesturing upwards to where the hole began.
"Uh-uh. There's no way. The ground isn't stable enough up there."
"Well, then how're we going to get out?" Bonnie's voice was laced with hysteria.
"Um . . ." Rebecca tried to stay calm so Bonnie would stay calm. "You try your cell phone, okay? I'm gonna cut mine off just in case we're here longer than your battery lasts. That way we'll at least have some light tonight."
"You really think we'll be here that long?" Bonnie asked softly.
Rebecca shrugged. "I don't know. It's possible, I guess. But it doesn't matter because someone will come looking for us. Damon has this thing where he can tell when I'm in trouble so if worse comes to worst, he'll come get us."
"Oh." Bonnie seemed somewhat relieved by that.
As Bonnie began walking around trying to get a cell signal Rebecca began pulling on the stones in the walls around them, pulling out the loose ones and leaving the not loose ones in place. She was trying to make a sort of step ladder.
Every couple of minutes Rebecca had to rest, though, and then she said playfully, "You know, it wouldn't physically kill you to give me a hand here."
Bonnie smiled though her heart wasn't in it. "Sorry. I was trying to find a spot where the phone would work. No such luck."
"Hm."
Rebecca went back to work and she was going to mention the helping thing again but she noticed that Bonnie was staring at the door to the tomb. There was a pentagram carved into the stone and Bonnie was entranced by it.
"Bonnie?"
"I can hear them in there," she whispered.
"You can hear them?" Rebecca didn't know how that was possible. The vampires were supposed to be immobile from dehydration and starvation now.
"Or . . . maybe the echoes or something. Maybe." Bonnie snapped out of it and looked at Rebecca. "Are they in pain?"
Rebecca shook her head. "Not now. They, um . . . they've been down there too long, and unless someone finds another way, they can't get out because the crystal's been destroyed."
Rebecca took a deep breath and said, "Come on. Let's get out of here and then we can talk, okay?"
Bonnie nodded, though she looked doubtful that they were going to get out.
"Hey, I'm Miss Resourceful, remember?" Bonnie smiled a little. "A'right, come on. Just watch my step, follow everything I do. I'll go first."
The going was slow. Some of the stones were too loose to use, some didn't have enough of a grip, and some were too slippery from mildew. And Bonnie kept looking down, which Rebecca told her not to do. Rebecca was a little nervous herself. She'd never been rock climbing before but this wasn't as safe as that. At least with rock climbing one had a harness. They didn't have anything to lessen the blow if they happened to slip now.
"Who needs an elevator, huh?" Rebecca quipped as she reached the top.
She grabbed Bonnie's arms and helped her through the opening. The ground was still shaky so they hurried away. Rebecca wondered if she should tell someone, like the mayor, about the ground here so it could be filled in, but then she figured they shouldn't fill it in because that would involve humans getting way too close to the tomb for her liking.
Since Bonnie had driven them to the woods the car was there. Rebecca drove them back to Grams' house and the first thing they did was take a shower. Falling through the ground was bound to leave anyone dirty.
"You look like you two have been through the wars," Grams said after they were both clean and refreshed.
Both Bonnie and Rebecca were exhausted and, on top of that, they had the shivers from being outside and underground in November. Grams fixed them hot cocoa and it helped a little. It helped them relax, at least. Bonnie explained what had happened and then she was just ready to sleep. Bonnie had decided to just crash at Grams', and Rebecca asked if Bonnie would cover for her if she were to spend the night with Damon. Bonnie reluctantly agreed, so Rebecca called Damon and he came to pick her up.
When Damon pulled up at Sheila Bennett's house Rebecca got in the car and he noticed how gingerly she was moving. The first thing that flashed through his mind was that she had obviously been in another fight. It wasn't too far fetched, right? She was the Slayer, after all.
"Uh-oh. What did you do this time?"
"I fell," she answered, obviously knowing what he was talking about. "Thirty feet underground. Bonnie was with me; we both got pretty banged up but we're okay."
What the hell? "How'd you get underground?"
Rebecca told him about how she'd been helping Bonnie face her fears and they'd fallen through the ground near the tomb.
"Only in Mystic Falls," Damon muttered. "This looking out for you is beginning to be a full-time thing. I should be getting paid."
Rebecca shook her head. "I let you drink from me when you want to. You are getting paid. And besides, we did okay. We got out."
Damon, letting himself be expressive at the moment, said, "I'm . . . glad you weren't hurt."
"Me too," Rebecca said, smiling. "Anyway, I have something to ask you. Or two somethings, actually."
"Okay. Shoot."
"Um, the first is: Would you like to spend Thanksgiving with me and my family? We usually do dinner and dessert, stuff like that. I wouldn't have asked but I figured Stefan would be with Elena, and you shouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving. Because you don't have to be anymore."
Having someone care so deeply for him still made him itchy but he was getting used to it. Or letting himself get used to it. And he had to admit, he didn't hate the idea of spending Thanksgiving with Rebecca and her family. He hadn't spent a holiday with someone he really cared about in so long he couldn't even remember when the last time had been.
"I would love to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family."
"Okay. And the second is . . . I would like to spend Thanksgiving night with you."
Damon looked at her suggestively and she looked away shyly. He watched her cheeks turn pink and smiled before focusing on the road. He loved making her blush; it proved that he got to her in ways that other men didn't. He'd never really seen her blush over anything that didn't involve him.
"Not for that. Pervert. I want to give you something, and I'd very much like to be there when you open it."
"You bought me something?"
"No. No money was spent to buy it, but I have something for you anyway." Technically she wasn't lying. She hadn't spent money to buy it, but she had spent money to get it back in good condition.
"What is it?"
"I'm not telling you," Rebecca said. "That would ruin the surprise. And I promise it's not something that will jump out and attack you or anything like that. So just relax."
"Well, I'm gonna find out what it is."
"No, you won't. I don't have it on me, and I won't have it until I'm planning on giving it to you."
"I don't even get a hint?" Damon pretended to complain. He liked that she'd thought enough about him to get him something, whatever this something was, and he wouldn't pry anymore. He could take a surprise every now and then as long as it was a good one.
"Nope," Rebecca answered his question.
When they arrived at the boardinghouse they saw that Elena was there too, and she was talking to Bonnie on the phone. Apparently Elena and Stefan had made up, Rebecca mused. But it was so hard keeping up with those two. First Elena was in love, then she didn't want to be with him, then she wanted to be with him and he didn't want to be with her for her own good, and then they were fighting and now they'd made up, she guessed.
After Elena got off the phone she told Rebecca she'd been going to call her but, since Rebecca had been coming to the boardinghouse, she'd waited.
"Okay . . . so what's up?" Rebecca knew that unless the conversation called for some serious talking that Elena preferred texting.
"Come on," Stefan said, leading them all into the parlor. "We should sit down."
"Unless the world's ending, I think I can stand," Rebecca said. "What's going on?"
"You know how I never knew how I got out of my parent's car?" Elena asked. "The night of the accident?"
"Yeah. Everyone thought it was a miracle."
"Right. Stefan saved me. He was there. He heard the accident and he came."
"You pulled her out," Rebecca assumed. "And . . . her parents, you just left them there?"
Her voice held no accusation, just curiosity. She didn't understand why they were telling her all this. And how had Elena found out? Maybe Elena had finally taken Rebecca's advice and confronted Stefan about telling her the truth. But Rebecca hadn't known all this had gone on.
"Her father was conscious, but he wanted me to help Elena first," Stefan admitted. "I went back for them but it was too late. I couldn't save them."
Rebecca almost said something about the fact that if he fed like he was supposed to then he'd have been able to save all of them. Then a fact registered and Rebecca couldn't keep from speaking.
"You followed Elena around for four months and didn't think you should introduce yourself to her? That's creepy, Stefan, and also stalking." Then she looked at Damon. "You didn't . . . do that to me, did you?"
"No," Damon said, but his voice was strained and he looked kind of sheepish. "Well . . . not really. I checked on you sometimes, but no . . . I didn't actively follow you around. But we are predators, Becca, it's in our nature to stalk and protect the things we . . . think of as ours."
"Hm . . ." That still sounded creepy and stalker-ish, but . . . Damon had put it in terms that she understood. Vampires didn't see it as stalking; they saw it as taking care of what was theirs.
"Look, I had to make sure she wasn't Katherine," Stefan said.
"The fact that she is human wasn't enough for you?" Rebecca asked.
Damon watched, amused, as Rebecca pointed out Stefan's stupidity. Damon was glad he was with someone who realized Stefan wasn't as great as Stefan pretended to be.
"Elena, are you okay with that? With him following you around and stuff?"
"I . . . um . . ." Elena didn't answer directly. "That's not why we're here. That was just a lead in."
"Okay . . ." Oh, God, this sounded serious.
"After I rescued Elena I couldn't stop thinking about why she and Katherine looked alike. Elena's a Gilbert, Katherine was a Pierce. So I looked into it. And I found . . ."
"I was adopted," Elena spit out.
"Hm." Rebecca nodded. "I'll take that chair now."
Elena was adopted? Elena, who Rebecca had known since they were babies, was adopted? Wow. So . . .
God, what Elena must've been feeling. Elena's life had been a lie. Her parents weren't really her parents. Jeremy wasn't really her brother. Or not by blood. The bond was still there because of all the years they'd spent believing the lie, but . . . Poor Elena.
"You're related to Katherine somehow, like I thought?" Rebecca asked.
"We're not sure," Stefan said. "I couldn't look into the Pierce family without looking suspicious. But chances are . . . yeah."
"Oh . . . um . . . what am I supposed to do with this information?" Rebecca didn't know how she was supposed to respond. What exactly was Elena expecting right now? "It's not like it makes things any different. You're still Elena Gilbert to me."
"That wasn't what I was worried about," Elena admitted. "I was hoping you could get Diana to look up Katherine's family history, see if she - if she had a baby."
"Oh," Rebecca said. She glared playfully. "You wanna use me for information."
"Technically, I want to use your Watcher for information."
Both Elena and Rebecca grinned, but Rebecca's grin faded quickly.
"I can try, I can, but I can't involve Diana. If she researched Katherine then she would have to research Mystic Falls. That would lead her to Damon and Stefan, and I can't do that; I don't know how she'd react to that. I mean, the Watcher's Council isn't exactly pro-vampire. But I have full access to her library, so I can look for you."
Elena nodded gratefully. "Thank you. I wouldn't have asked but you're the only one with the resources to do it."
"Yeah, it's no problem." Then Rebecca remembered something she could've smacked herself for forgetting. "What about the vampire that's stalking you now. Have you seen him again?"
The brunette shook her head.
"Oh. Best case scenario, he's been hurt and needs to regroup," Rebecca said.
"Worst case," Damon began, "he's plotting a very bad and painful ending for you."
"Not even remotely helpful, Damon," Stefan said, glaring at his brother.
"But not wrong," Rebecca said. "That was Damon's very blunt way of saying we need to be careful. With Anna and this other vampire running around we all need to be careful. And we should get Jeremy, and everybody else who doesn't have any, some vervain. Jewelry or something. They're vulnerable and they could be used to get to any one of us."
"That's risky," Stefan said.
"Yeah, well, if I were going to hurt someone in a group, I would try to infiltrate said group - or compel someone to do it for me if I were a vampire. And, uh . . . Caroline wouldn't need to be compelled to spill about things we tell her. But it would be . . . problematic . . . for one of our friends to be made to spy on us."
"So . . . vervain," Elena said. "Can we get that?"
"They've been growing it," Rebecca said, nodding at Stefan and Damon.
Damon had been listening to Rebecca's plan for keeping her friends from being compelled and it made sense, he had to admit, but what worried him - not worried, because he didn't do worried - the most was that she had a seemingly devious mind. He'd apparently influenced her badly. He liked that she could distance herself and get a job done - at least she didn't emote until after a crisis was over - but it had just hit him that she had a strategic mindset, and the only thing stopping her from being just as bad as him was her humanity; that little annoying thing called a conscience kept her from acting on her impulses, her desires. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
The next morning Rebecca awoke to the feeling of Damon kissing down her cheek to her neck and collarbone and was amazed to find that it made her almost instantly wet. She didn't know if it was her, or Damon, or just Damon's mouth, but whatever it was she wasn't going to complain.
"Are you wanting something?" she asked.
"I need a reason to kiss you?" Damon asked against her skin, and she shivered.
"No, but you usually have one."
"Well, I don't today."
She wouldn't have cared if he did; she'd just been wondering. She was vaguely concerned with morning breath but soon forgot to be worried about anything as she got caught up in Damon. Soon, not even knowing how she'd gotten there, she was on her knees in front of Damon, who was now seated at the edge of the bed.
How had she gotten so caught up that she hadn't noticed him taking his clothes off? It wasn't compulsion - she had her vervain-filled necklace on. All it took for her to regain focus was for her to see Damon's obvious state of arousal. She was kind of intimidated by his size. She knew a woman's body was made to stretch and adjust . . . but, well, Damon was thick and long and, like she'd thought . . . intimidating. There was no way that he wouldn't kill her if he were to try and fit inside her someday. Right now, though, she had more important things to worry about.
She smiled up at Damon and pointed a finger at him. "You better warn me before . . ."
He half-smiled back with hooded eyes but nodded anyway. He'd do anything if she would just touch him already. His breath hitched at the first touch of her tongue. She was tentative, he noticed, probably getting used to the taste of him and the feel of him. He realized, almost fondly, that she had to work up the nerve to do this, and he thought that if he was a better person he would stop her, but he really wanted her to continue.
When she took him into her mouth insane desire began coursing through his veins and he was relieved to see she caught on quickly - or maybe she'd just done this before with someone else, not that he wanted to think about that; it made him a little jealous even if it had happened before him. Damon was never going to be able to look at her mouth the same way again.
He grabbed a handful of hair, which had been tickling his thighs and moved with her. He didn't force her to go faster or deeper; he just enjoyed what she was giving - he enjoyed it very much. Sensation, need, want burned throughout his body and he even let a few moans escape, which caused her to hum around him, and his body tightened in anticipation.
He wasn't sure if it was because of their bond or just because he was with someone he loved, but this was a thousand times better than some random lay; this was mind numbing pleasure so intense one could go temporarily blind or deaf from it.
He dared anyone to try and get him to focus on anything but Rebecca's mouth right now. He would kill anything or anyone who would dare interrupt them from this. His body shook and his hand tightened in her hair, and if he hadn't been so high on pleasure he would've worried that he was hurting her. But she didn't complain.
Her tongue swirled and her cheeks hollowed out. She was experimenting, and it seemed like she picked up on what he liked the most and then repeated it until he felt he could go insane. And Damon - he wasn't used to this. Yes, pleasure, he knew all about that. But he wasn't used to the girl putting his needs and his wants first. This wasn't something she was doing because he'd asked her to; she was just doing it. He liked this so she was doing it; it was as simple and as scary as that.
She looked up at him, green eyes with a naughty glint in them, and Damon couldn't look away. It was the most intimate experience ever even though he'd been with many - many - girls and women. It was sexy as hell and he found he couldn't breathe for a few seconds.
Damon actually whimpered a little when he felt her mouth leave his throbbing member. What was she doing? She couldn't stop now!
He was just about to protest when he felt her tongue flick playfully over the head of his cock and his hips jerked in response. God, what a perfect time to be a tease.
"Becca . . ."
"Yes, Damon?" Fuck, but her voice was rough from what she'd been doing and it sent shivers through him. Yes, he was fucking shivering from what she'd been doing. Who knew someone could so easily reduce Damon Salvatore to a puddle of goo.
Damon didn't get time to answer because she was suddenly licking her way down the underside of his cock. One long, confident stroke, and then she was taking one of his boys inside her mouth. Where had she learned that? Oh, who the hell cared? It felt amazing! This was making him want to grab her and throw her on the bed and . . .
"Becca!" Was that really his broken voice that filled the room? Had she reduced him to that?
Rebecca brought one hand up to grasp his member and then she was suddenly taking his length back into her mouth. What couldn't fit in her mouth was being taken care of with her hand. Her teeth scraped against the underside of his cock - gently so as not to hurt him - and he was done. He had just enough time to warn her and then he was soaring. And Rebecca . . . wasn't moving away. She was swallowing everything he had to give and that turned him on so much that he thought he could just harden right back up so she could continue.
But he didn't. He didn't want to overwhelm her, not if he wanted this to happen again. Which he did very badly.
Rebecca stopped only after he was completely done and had fallen back on the bed; he was, for once, completely sated.
Rebecca made her way up Damon's body, exploring with her fingers and mouth. She nipped at certain places and put Damon's sounds away for future reference. She found that he didn't just like to bite; he liked being bitten himself. When she made it to his lips she hesitated. Would he even want to kiss her right now? How did he feel about tasting himself?
He looked peaceful, like he was asleep, and she was glad she could give him that. When his eyes met hers her heart stopped for just a second. What she saw was the definition of devotion, total commitment, and total adoration. She'd seen it before when he'd been human. She remembered something she'd told him once, and she thought it was worth repeating in this instant.
"I love you, Damon." It came out as a whisper but she knew he could hear just fine. "It's okay if you can't say it back yet. I just needed you to know how I felt . . . so there would be no room for doubt later."
She smiled when she saw the recognition of the words in his mind. She watched as he struggled with himself over what he wanted to say back.
"Don't force the words out. When you're ready they'll come naturally."
Damon tried not to feel the relief that came from her quick understanding but he felt it anyway.
Later that day, after many pleasurable moments in the bedroom, Rebecca got hungry - orgasms were fun and all but getting there made one work up an appetite. And Damon proved to be almost insatiable when he wanted to be. Not that she was complaining, though her wrist was sore and her jaw ached. But the rest of her body was . . . well, she would describe herself as tingly.
They were both in the kitchen now, and Damon was in an extremely good mood - hm, orgasms were key. She'd wanted to know what real Italian spaghetti tasted like, and so . . . Damon was fixing it. It smelled so good it made her mouth water.
Damon seemed comfortable in the kitchen, and she enjoyed watching him in one of his elements.
"Could you cook when you were human?" she asked.
"A little. Stefan and I would sneak into the kitchen and watch the servants at work. Sometimes they let us help."
"Oh . . . so, did you learn for you or for something else?"
Damon smiled. It seemed he was more at ease with himself when Stefan wasn't around, which Rebecca understood. Stefan had forced one of the biggest changes in Damon's life and, so yeah, Rebecca understood the lasting resentment.
"I was extremely bored - one of the pitfalls of eternity. So I took it up and found I really enjoyed it. Besides, blood is great and all - it keeps me alive or whatever - but it still gets dull after a while. I need variety. So I learned to cook. Went to different culinary schools around the world, learned all the foreign dishes."
Rebecca nodded. "Impressive." She bit her lip and looked down. "Do you think that one day, after all this drama is over, you and I could travel together? You could take me to all the places that are worth going to. You could re-explore them with me."
"Is that what you want to do?" Damon asked.
"One of the things I want to do, yes. I haven't been outside of the U.S. I've been to California to visit family, but other than that it's only been Mystic Falls for me."
"We can travel. I don't care. But, um, what about college? You're the brainy type. I figured you'd be all over that."
Rebecca shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious.
"What" Damon asked.
"I don't want to ruin your good mood; can we talk about it later?"
"How will talking about college ruin my good mood?"
Damon was confused. Rebecca was usually so open and she never held anything back from him, but now college seemed to be a bad subject for her to talk about.
"Because I . . . I probably won't be alive to go, okay?" she nearly shouted, disturbing the quiet of the house.
Then, as if saying those words had opened up a dam, the waterworks came into play. And Damon didn't know what to do. What had happened?
"Of course you'll be alive. What are you talking about?"
"Well, I have an abbreviated lifespan. You know this. And . . . almost every vampire I come across is going to want me dead for the simple fact that I'm the Slayer."
"You're basing your life on the other Slayers. But you have something they didn't have," Damon said, and she looked at him beseechingly. "Me."
That earned him a small smile at least. "Right."
"No, I'm serious. You have me and Bonnie and Elena and all your other friends. You have more fight in you because you have ties to this world. You'll live longer because of it."
"But I will still die," Rebecca said in a small voice. "Unless you -"
"Don't," Damon said firmly. "You're not dying right this instant, so don't. Okay?"
Damon didn't want to think of Rebecca becoming what he was. Granted, he knew that it if came down to it, he would give her blood to save her, but she wasn't in danger at the moment and he had no intention of letting her die, so . . .
"Is that why you don't talk about the future?" Damon asked. "You don't think you're gonna have one?"
Rebecca shrugged. "It is what it is, Damon. I mean, I've never really thought about the future much anyway, but I have this sealed in fate thing going against any plans I might've had. It's just . . . I figured why waste time with something you're never gonna use."
"Hm."
Damon tended to the sauce when he spoke. "Look . . . I'm not saying no for all time. Just not now. You're only seventeen, Rebecca. I know you'll never be able to have a normal life, so I won't even say anything about that, but you need to think before you make a decision about this. It's not all super speed and inhuman strength. There are bad parts too, that you may not want."
"Well, I didn't say I would want to be turned right now. I just wanted you to know that I would be open to it if that was what you wanted. If you thought that you could be with me, love me forever, then I would do it. But I wouldn't want to be turned and then have an eternity without you in it. I would probably kill myself."
Damon listened to the raw honesty in her voice and found he couldn't look her in the eyes. He realized - well, he'd always known, but still . . . he realized now how real this was to her, how real they, as a couple, were to her. She was committed, in it for the long haul, which meant he would have to explain the downsides of being a vampire. If that was what she wanted one day, for them to be together forever, then he wouldn't let her go in blind. he'd have to be completely honest so she wouldn't hate him for it later.
Okay, so they had some fun in the bedroom and then they had a serious conversation afterwards. I honestly don't think Damon realized how serious Rebecca was about their relationship until she mentioned changing into a vampire for him, giving up her human life for him. He knows how big a deal that is, so . . . And on the flip side, Rebecca doesn't know how big a deal that is. She can't because even though she can speculate, she's not a vampire. Right now she's speaking as a 17 year old girl who's in love and would do anything for the one she's in love with.