"The most painful experience I've ever lived through? Yeah..that's easy." Sophia smiled and laughed into her wine glass. "You only want to hear one though? That might be tough".
Paul squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting his camera. "No, no. Honestly the viewers would want to hear as many stories as probably you're willing to tell them. Start with one and then move on from there."
"Okay. Well first off then I should probably clarify.." Sophia's words were cut off by a loud, piercing, utterly female giggle coming from the kitchen.
"Oh Damon...Damon! Damon!" A blonde, scantily clad girl came happily tumbling into the main room through the kitchen door. Damon followed closely behind, stretching his arms over his head with a boyish smirk on his face. He continued over to the girl, pulled her up firmly by the arms, and looked directly into her eyes. "Now now Sarah. We mustn't interrupt Miss Movie star here." The girl's eyes glazed over and she turned, smiled prettily at the camera crew, and returned to the kitchen, shutting the door demurely behind her.
"So really, how IS the interview going squirt?" Damon asked as he punched Sophia on the shoulder. Wincing, she began to rub the spot and roll her eyes. He's always so inappropriate.
"Squirt? That's cute. Where'd you come up with that name?" Paul inquired hurriedly, trying to cut the tension that had just shifted into the room.
"Really, I can't remember...
"Oh Squirt! Yeah, thats an old story..." Damon cut in, reaching over Sophie and pulling the camera up to focus on him. "I bet Soph hasn't even told you about her first time drinking a human. It's really cute actually.." he continued, noticing in the corner of his eye that Sophia was shaking her head. "Well, you all know right, that in the process of becoming a vampire, we all most drink human blood in the day following or we will" Damon paused for dramatic effect "perish"
'He could win an award for his dramatics' Sophia thought, inwardly cringing at the memory of the story being told.
"So Miss Sophia here decided to, obviously" Damon took a break to wink at the female crew member writing in her clip board "drink from said human, and fulfill her duties to become a creature of the night. So, my dear little sister here, bless her heart, decided that if she had to drink human blood, she was going to take it from a person who was on their death bed; one for whom death would be a mercy. So," he continued "she decided that instead of waiting for direction from one of her two older brothers to help her clear this first hurdle, she was going to just sink fangs deep and hope for the best."
Cringing at the pun, she looked around the room at the crew members all rapt with attention on her brother's every word. With a slight shake of her head, she noticed all of the females fixing their clothing nonchalantly and looking at her brother with more than appropriate reverence.
"Unfortunately for her, she sunk her fangs into the jugular of this decrepit patient and in surprise of the rush of blood into her mouth, she pulled out quickly just as myself and Stefan came into the room. The poor patient never knew what hit him. His eyes rolled up in his head; his skin now a sickly shade greenish white." Damon looked into the wine glass which Sophia had left on the coffee table in front of him. Grabbing the glass and swallowing the remainder of the wine, he looked over to his sister and smirked devilishly. "And now here's where the name comes in. Because my dear sister decided to bite into an artery, the blood continued to gush out of the patient...in thrusts...following each heart beat. And since I decided it would be compLETELY inproper, nay shall I say incestuous of me to call my one and only sister 'thrust', I decided on the next best thing, 'squirt'.
"Damon..." Sophia sighed, closing her eyes, feeling her cheeks burning.
"Okay, well now that we have that cleared up. I must take my leave. See ya later squirt." Damon rose to his feet, brushing a speck of dust from his immaculate jeans. "And ladies, if you are feeling in need of a refresher from the tediousness that is filming a tv interview, my bedroom is the second door on the left on the second floor"
"Damon!"
"But I make no promises you'll be in any fit condition to return to work after" Damon finished with a glint in his eye; the corner of his mouth curling up on one side.
"Damon! Get out!" Sophia rose to her feet and started walking toward her brother; hating him for the surge of embarrassing annoyance that welled up in her. 'How can he always do that?'
"Ladies..." with a slight bow, Damon turned around and went up the stair case, exiting from the room.
"I'm sorry" Sophia mumbled into her lap, looking down at her hands she was wringing. She stopped, giving herself a shake. 'Don't let Damon get to you like that'. Sitting back down onto the couch, she looked back up into Paul's eyes and asked him "Should we continue".
"Yes of course"
"Okay then, in all honesty I can't even remember where I was."
"Oh.."Paul looked up confused, putting the camera into his lap. Turning to the girl Damon winked at with the clipboard he raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Oh yes...sorry. You were..uh...talking about the most painful experience you've ever lived through and then said you wanted to clarify something first".
"Right..Okay well, what just happened was pretty painful in itself...hmm...?" Sophia tried a joke to clear the air, looking around at the stone faces in front of her, she continued. "But by no means the most painful. If we're talking physically painful then yes, there is something that I want to clarify first. That is..."