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Chapter 5:

Camryn woke slowly the next morning as the sound of the birds penetrated the deep sleep she was enjoying. She felt Damon snuggle closer as he tightened his arm around her waist while his larger frame spooned her from behind. He was strong and she couldn't deny that it was nice to wake up beside another warm body and not to an empty house.

"Where're you going?" Damon murmured sleepily as he wrapped his hand around her wrist. She was trying to be careful as she snuck out of the warm bed. She stopped trying to get up and leaned back over to kiss his relaxed lips. He looked good naked and sleep tussled, his blue eyes shut against the light coming in from the open curtains.

"First, I'm going to the bathroom. Then I'm going to go to the kitchen to make coffee and food. I've worked off every bit of my food from last night." She smiled even though his eyes were closed.

"Imagine that. I wonder what you could have been doing that would give you such a work out," he quipped with a smug smile. "Then what are you doing after all that?"

"Then I'm coming back up here to wake your lazy ass up." She slapped him on said body part. His smiled deepened and he managed to pry one eye open to look at Camryn.

"Sounds good to me. Now go away so my lazy but gorgeous ass can go back to sleep. I need my beauty rest. It isn't easy being the eternal stud." Damon shut his eye and heard her snort in derision.

Camryn got up from the bed and crossed to the curtains pulling the dark drapes across the window to plunge the room back into darkness. She turned away and looked at her clothes from the night before piled on the floor. Damon, who had been eyeing her naked body while he pretended to sleep, watched as she looked at the floor.

"Second drawer down, in the armoire, shirts and boxers."

"You rock," she said and headed to the armoire to find something to put on.

"That's what they all say," Damon said from the bed. He heard her putting on his clothes and peeked a look. He couldn't help the satisfied smirk that came to his lips as he watched her put on his clothes, even if it was only a white undershirt and plain black boxers. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly bedded- repeatedly. He felt oddly smug about that.

Camryn left the room and detoured to a guest bathroom when nature reminded her that she had put the call on hold earlier. Once that need was taken care of she found her way to the large kitchen, only making a few wrong turns before finding it.

She had coffee brewing in the pot in no time and stood looking in the mostly barren pantry. It looked like oatmeal was her only viable choice if she didn't want to wait a few more hours before eating. She guessed that the barren pantry meant that Elena was not staying over at the Salvatore house that often, at least not yet.

Camryn heard the front door click quietly and knew that Stefan was home. He must have stayed the night with Elena. It appeared that Stefan was the one doing all the sleeping over. She heard him make his way to the kitchen, probably curious about the source of the brewing coffee.

"Hello? I…" he paused in the process of introducing himself. Camryn figured that this wasn't the first time that he had walked into the kitchen and found a strange woman, fresh from Damon's bed, making coffee. He stood in shock when she turned at the sound of his voice. "Camryn?" She watched as his keen eyes took in all the subtle and not so subtle bits of evidence of how she had spent her night. She knew that Damon's scent clung to her body and that she had several small hickies on her neck. She had looked at her appearance briefly in the mirror in the bathroom and knew that there was no way of hiding the fact that she had spent hours in Damon's room having incredible and vigorous sex with him. Stefan's face clouded with anger.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He heard the words coming out of his mouth and knew that they were not the best thing to say but he couldn't help it. He was angry and he couldn't seem to stop himself. She was not the kind of girl that should be mixed up with his crazy brother. He had always thought of her as too good for most of the men he had met over the years.

"Making coffee," she answered. That wasn't what he was asking but she figured from the state of her dress that he really wasn't looking for the answer that was most obvious.

"Damon? Are you completely nuts? Didn't Liam tell you to stay away? Haven't I cautioned you enough? What were you thinking?" His voice was seldom ever raised in anger like it was now.

"There really isn't a reason to be yelling at me Stefan. It was just a little fun." She was holding her temper in check. Stefan only yelled because he cared, she had to keep repeating that to herself in her head.

"You don't know how he can be. I thought better of you Camryn. I thought you were better than the other women. You are just like them. All Damon has to do is flash you that look and you come to heel like one of his many whores. I didn't realize that you were so desperate." In a matter of seconds Stefan found himself pinned to the wall with Camryn's hand crushing his throat.

"I am not his whore. I am a grown woman Stefan. I may look 19 but I'm not a green girl anymore. I don't come to any mans beck and call. If I want to play the town whore and spread my legs for all the men in town I will. It is on my terms and only my terms. There is no reason I shouldn't have a little fun." She released Stefan and stepped back. She inhaled deeply and tried to regain some calm. Camryn was familiar enough with Stefan to know he was only speaking out of his care for her. She watched as he rubbed his healing throat.

"Stefan I love you. I know you love me too. I sincerely hope that you don't see me that way. I'm not anyone's whore. I shouldn't have spoken like that. I wouldn't be like that."

"I don't see you like that, Cam. I do love you. I've watched you grow up from that little curly topped toddler to the woman you are today. I don't see you in that way I promise."

"I'm glad. I'm not trying to upset you. I am just having a little fun. I'm sorry that it's your brother that I'm doing it with, I know you don't like that. Believe me even without all the warnings you and Liam throw at me about Damon I'd know to be careful with him. Next to the word heartbreaker in the dictionary there should be a picture of Damon." She paused and smiled up at Stefan. "That could also be true for a few other choice words too." They shared a laugh together.

"I'm sorry Cam. I shouldn't have said things like that." She rushed into Stefan's arms. They hugged each other tightly. She was as comfortable with Stefan as she was with her own brother and father.

"It's okay Stef."

"Ugh, I hate when you call me that…Cammy."

"Let's make a deal, I don't call you Stef and you don't call me Cammy."

"Deal," Stefan agreed and kissed her forehead. She turned and looked back at the pantry.

"You have nothing to eat in here."

"Vampire kitchen, dummy. Maybe if you came over more often to see me I'd stock some food for you."

"I'll try to come over more. The house just keeps me busy and I'm working on a new book. I figured if my cover story is a historian that I might as well start working on a history of the town. I don't think I'll do anything with it but it'll be good for people to see me at least looking like I'm legitimately working on a book." She started to make a cup of coffee for herself. "I had fun last night." Immediately Camryn blushed knowing how that could sound to Stefan. "I meant dinner was fun. Elena is very sweet. I think she enjoyed seeing you interact with someone other than Damon." She looked into her cup as she stirred the creamer and sugar into the dark liquid. "I still believe that I shouldn't become a fixture in your life, but I wouldn't mind hanging out with you a little more."

"I'm going to hold you to that." They smiled and Camryn took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't know if ya'll have any plans but how about I make everyone dinner here tonight? Invite Elena over and I'll do the cooking."

Stefan smiled and Camryn felt great, such a simple thing to make someone she loved so happy.

"That would be nice. I was going to shower and head back to her house, I'll ask her then."

"Sounds great. Well I'm going to go catch a little more sleep before I start cooking. See you later on Stefan." She walked out of the kitchen holding the warm mug and made her way back to Damon's room. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark but when they did she saw that Damon hadn't moved from his spot. She sat next to Damon on the bed and sipped her coffee while she thought over her conversation with Stefan. She couldn't help but wonder if other people would immediately jump to the same thought that Stefan had, would they all think that she was at Damon's beck and call? Did she even care what they thought? She was just out for a little fun so should it really matter what others thought?

"I don't know which smells stronger, the coffee or you thinking? You shouldn't have anything more complex on your mind other than how many ways you can think of to make me moan in pleasure." Damon's husky voice sent immediate chills over her body. His hand crept from under the covers to slide up under the leg of his boxer shorts that she was wearing. She spread her legs slightly giving him the access to touch her center. She set the coffee cup down on the side table before she lost the ability to hold it. She slid down under the sheets with Damon as he pulled her closer into his warm body. He nuzzled her neck and she shivered in response. "Should I kick my little brother's ass for the things he said?" Camryn helped Damon remove his boxers from her body. She wasn't surprised that he had heard them yelling. He was a strong vampire after all.

"No. He was just angry. We're all better now. I'm cooking dinner for all of us here at the house tonight. He's going to have Elena come over so that she and I can get to know each other a bit more." They stayed silent for a moment while he continued to touch her expertly and she used her fingernails to trace down his chest and abs.

"I have to admit though, I liked the sound of you being MY whore." He felt her stiffen slightly. "Relax, Ryn. I just meant it might be such an interesting role to explore." He was pleased when her muscles went lax again and he let his hand open her folds to his touch. She moaned. A game of role play sounded good to him, especially if it was with the woman moaning in his arms.

"I like the thought of that. I think I'd like it immensely if you'd tell me how I could please my master." She smiled when his eyes shot to her eyes and she felt him harden entirely against her thigh. "I think it's safe to say you like it too."

"You have no idea."

It was a couple of hours later when Damon finally let her out of his bed. They had enjoyed the morning over and over again. The shower had finally run out of hot water which kept them from yet another round. Camryn was sore in muscles she never thought she would feel sore in. She looked at Damon as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He was still dripping wet. Camryn couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from him.

"Why is it that men are at their sexiest when they are soaking wet? I get out of the shower and I look like a drowned rat." He smirked.

"You just think I'm sexy no matter what." She rolled her eyes and started to pull on her clothes from the night before.

"If you run into Stefan let him know that I'm going home for some clothes and then I'll do the shopping for dinner. I'll come back to the house right after that." She walked out without saying goodbye. She desperately needed some distance between her and Damon. She had gone to dinner last night thinking she'd have a little romp with Damon and that would be the end of it. She hadn't expected to enjoy not only the sex but specifically sex with Damon so much. He showed her a different side of himself last night. He stopped being the conniving trouble maker and showed her that he could be fun and even a little romantic in a masochistic kind of way. She shook her head and realized with a sigh that she was in trouble. For one, she already wanted to slide right back into Damon's bed and for two they had ridden over here in Damon's car last night. She contemplated going back inside and asking him to drive her back to the grill but then thought better of it. What was the use of having the endurance and speed of a vampire if you couldn't use it to avoid the "walk of shame" at least once in your life?

Later that afternoon Camryn stood waiting on the porch for someone to answer the doorbell. She had gone to the store and got everything that she needed to make her mother's recipe for King Ranch casserole. Stefan opened the door and took the bags of groceries from her hands with a big smile on his face.

"You know you don't have to wait to come inside. You are welcome whenever you like." Stefan said to Camryn as she closed the front door. She followed him to the kitchen where he was starting to unload the food. "Either you are cooking enough to feed the Confederate Army or there is more here than just dinner tonight."

"Well, I figured if I was going to come over more often then I might want something to eat. Besides your girlfriend probably gets hungry from time to time." She smiled at him as she started getting the things together to begin the preparations that she could do ahead of time. Stefan sat down and they started to talk as she cooked. They caught up on what had been going on in their lives and even to some extent all the commotion that Damon had caused since returning to the town.

"Well that is about all I can do for now. I'll finish the rest when Elena gets here. So do you have somewhere in this giant of a house where we can do a little practice? I haven't practiced with anyone since I left Texas." Stefan smiled and stood up.

"Follow me." He led her up the stairs and into a room that looked like it was once the servant's quarters in the attic. The dormer windows were letting in the afternoon sunlight making the space bright and cheerful. It was equipped with all manner of sparring equipment and Camryn immediately loved it.

"I love it. Let me go get my stuff and I'll be right back." She ran out of the room and Stefan went to his room to change into a pair of sweat pants and wife beater. They got back to the room about the same time. Camryn went into the half bath and changed into a pair of yoga pants and sports bra. She came in the room to see Stefan stretching. "Let's see how you hold up old man." She teased and Stefan laughed. They hadn't fought with one another since Camryn had started going through the change. Once they started sparring they didn't think of the world outside of the little workout room.

Damon watched from the door unnoticed, he had just returned from a meeting with the council and had come to investigate the noise coming from the attic. He watched as Camryn and Stefan fought each other with fighting sticks. He was amazed by her speed and strength, even though he had seen a glimpse of them the night before. It was clear that Stefan wasn't a match for her since he was on his non human diet. He watched for a few minutes before he couldn't resist the urge to join in the fight. With a smirk he pulled his shirt off and jumped into the fight. The fight continued without missing a beat and Camryn easily countered the two brothers.

She was smiling as she engaged the two of them. Her father had told her one time that when they were boys that no one messed with the Salvatore brothers. Together they were unbeatable. They may not get along that well now, but they fought like they were connected to the same mind and body. Camryn reveled in the challenge it presented.

A knock on the front door followed by Elena's voice calling to Stefan sent him running out of the room with a smile. Camryn knew the fight would have to end soon, she had a dinner to finish getting ready. Plus she was tiring after fighting with Stefan for the last hour and then taking on them both.

"Looks like it's just us now, Buffy," Damon joked and Camryn laughed.

"Buffy was a sissy compared to me." The fight started again, it took only seconds for Damon to realize that she was holding back because he was holding back. He let his instincts take over. He was smiling and enjoying himself too much, he loved that Camryn had let loose and showed what she was capable of doing. He felt amazing as he fought for control of the powerful woman in front of him. His vampire nature reveled in the power of his prey. She was fast and he had no doubt that she could be deadly. Neither one of them noticed that Stefan and Elena watched from the doorway.

Elena was shocked. They moved so quickly and fought like they were out for blood, of course knowing Damon he might be. She watched as Camryn used the stick in her hand to attack and counter attack Damon.

"I know you said she was powerful but seeing it is different." She whispered to Stefan. "Explain it to me again, how did she get like this? I thought vampires couldn't produce children?"

"Liam is her father but he isn't the one who got her mother pregnant. Her mother never said who the father was." Stefan was sure to keep his voice low and in Elena's ear, he didn't want to distract Camryn. "Her mother was already pregnant when they got together. It was in the act of sharing blood that the changes must have happened. Usually when a woman who is pregnant takes the blood of a vampire the baby is miscarried. In fact until Camryn I've never heard of a baby not aborting. The blood of Liam found its way to the embryo and that gave Cam many of the gifts of a vampire."

"Amazing." As they continued to watch Camryn snapped her stick in two. In seconds Damon was pinned underneath Camryn.

"I win," she said huskily. Blue eyes were locked on green. Damon opened his mouth to argue that she hadn't won, yet. He felt pressure against his skin. "You can't argue, Damon. The first shaft would have entered your abdomen immobilizing you just long enough for the second to be plunged into your heart." She smiled as his eyes hardened when he took it all in and saw that she was right. Then his eyes shifted to their bodies, where she straddled his hips.

The energy of the fight immediately shifted to lust. He was about to make his thoughts actions when the clapping of their audience drifted into his mind.

"Stefan take Elena somewhere else, unless you want her to know why she chose the wrong brother." Damon heard Elena being led away immediately. Her voice was raised in confusion. Damon lowered his hands and removed the shafts of wood from Camryn's hands. Without pausing he rolled them over pinning her to the mat beneath him. He leaned over her now and her breathing hitched.

"Damon, what are you doing?" He voice was low and husky. "I have to go cook dinner. I'm not doing this with you right now."

"I hear your words but your body says different. You want me." He leaned down and nuzzled her neck inhaling the heated scent of her skin. "I can feel how your heart is racing and I can see your body straining to be closer." Damon rubbed himself against her core and watched as Camryn's breath hitched and her eyes closed. It only took seconds for him to find his body pinned back beneath Camryn's.

"Battle lust, Damon," she said breathily and then stood up. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as she gathered her things.

"Battle lust?" he repeated. "Really?" he asked skeptic ally.

"Yes. Look it up in the dictionary. That's all it was. I would be crazy to feel anything else." She muttered. Camryn headed towards the door, his voice made her pause for a moment before she continued out.

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself of that Ryn."

"No convincing needed. It's a fact." Her voice trailed off as she made a hasty retreat out of the room and to the bathroom just off the guest room to change back into her clothes. A cold shower and then she'd put the finishing touches on dinner. No, a cold shower and a serious heart to heart with herself- concerning emotions that she should not be feeling for one arrogant vampire.