Chapter 8

Four Vampires And A Dinner Party

Can I Cook or Can I Cook?

Part 1 of 3

At precisely 7:27 p.m. a very nervous female Original stood outside The Salvatore Boarding House, preparing herself for the evening to come. She was dressed in a black silk top that bared her right shoulder and hugged her upper body in all the right places. Needless to say it left little to the imagination. To compliment the top, she wore torques skinny Jeans and black sandals. Her hair was styled in a shag cut that she had gotten styled at the salon this afternoon after Caroline and her left The Mystic Inn.

A few thoughts ran through her mind as she got up the courage to knock on the front door. One - being she was going to kill Caroline, it was her idea after all to get dressed up like this and she felt more exposed than if she had shown up naked. Two - she really was a little scared at what Damon's reaction to her might be. Three - and this was the more pressing thought the one that scared her more than anything what if after all this time he really did hate her. While she may be over one thousand years old, she was in reality, an insecure eighteen year old girl and she needed his approval and acceptance. She wanted to feel the warmth and security that she felt in his arms upon waking up just that very morning. She wanted him to make her feel safe.

Again to the outside world that would have made no sense. They were not together, they had shared one night, so why this over whelming need? Deep down in her heart of hearts she knew the answer she just wasn't ready to share it yet. Caroline might have guessed at parts of it, but if she had through their afternoon of female bonding she chose not to share or make her uncomfortable with the knowledge.

As she pondered this and more, the front door opened and there he stood, his incredibly beautiful blue eyes drinking her in. If He stilled needed to breathe he would have inhaled sharply at just the sight of her, as it was he did swallow. He stood there in a black Armani shirt open to the middle of his chest, a matching pair of pants, black socks and loafers. As he drank her in from head to toe, his eyes first settled on her lips, and finally up to her eyes.

In a word she was stunning. After what seemed like minutes but might have been seconds he found his voice, "You are without a doubt the single most beautiful thing in this world."

She just stood there frozen to the spot at what he said; now she was really nervous and it was not in a bad way, it was in a way that promised to lead to discoveries. To new beginnings and she was not going to be denied this new adventure. In a voice barely above a whisper she said, "Thank you."

He then without realizing he was even doing it, almost as if his body had a sense memory of this happening before, he reached out and cupped her right cheek. Lost in her eyes, she had the most expressive hazel green eyes. He took an unconscious step towards her and leaned in lightly brushing his lips against hers. Then lightly breathing her in, he ghosted his lips over her left cheek up to her ear and whispered in an emotion charged voice "Care to come in and have a drink with me, before we prepare dinner for the other guests, green eyes?"

Moving back a step she looked into his eyes looking for any sign that he was going to hurt her and finding not a sign she replied as she shook her head up and down almost imperceptibly, "Yes, please."

He graciously took a step back so she could pass and gestured for her to enter. As she did so his eyes fell on her back and settled on her ass. His heart skipped a beat or at least he thought it did. After a moment he followed her as she entered the living room, a fire was blazing and the drink cart was prepared for an evening of drinking. He needed a drink.

He walked past her and went to the cart and took out two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He took a steadying breath as he turned to her with his signature smirk and asked as he held the bottle up, "Care for a drink?"

She simply nodded as she watched him turn and pour two glasses. Her emotions on overload as he turned to her once more, offering her the glass that was now filled with two fingers of the amber liquid, she gladly took it from him and waited for his next move.

Lifting his glass he held it out to her and said, "A toast."

Again she nodded keeping her face from revealing everything she was feeling and simply said, "And what would we toast to?"

Giving her a smirk that was enough to cause her to turn into a puddle he said surprising her, "To all that is to come."

She tipped her glass slightly, touched it to his as she looked into his eyes and repeated it, "To all that is to come." She then downed it in one gulp.

The moment was not lost on Damon and he had no idea where it had come from. His own emotions unraveling as he felt like he had lived this moment before, in another place and time. Downing his own drink he took the empty glass from her and along with his own he placed them on the cart and turned to head into the kitchen as he said, "You coming, we only have a little over an hour to get dinner ready and I could use your help."

Unknown to him as she simply followed she had a smile on her face. The first genuine smile she had displayed in a very long time. She was happy.

As she followed she asked, "So what are we making for dinner?"

He walked over to the fridge, the moment he entered his kitchen, here he was on safe ground and could pull back his emotions, get himself back under control. As he removed various ingredience and began to place them on the counter top he replied indifferently, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Muttering under her breathe she said, "And he's back ladies and gentleman."

Of course he heard her; she knew he would or why even bother to say it? To follow it up she crossed her arms over her chest and looked him in the eyes. All traces of any affection she was feeling for him gone she said, "You're an ass."

Smirking he replied, "Yeah I get that a lot!"

"Damon," she said all traces of teasing gone from her voice.

"Rebekah," he mimicked her.

She rolled her eyes and did an internal count to ten as she felt her temper flaring dangerously close to the surface.

He indicates to the bowl on the counter and the salad and fresh vegetables next to it as he says to her, "You're making a salad. I am going to be making Chicken and Asparagus Parmesan in vodka sauce, and for desert, I will be making some delectable Pizzelles."

Unconsciously she licked her lips as her eyes widen, "Those are my favorites."

He takes a step towards her holding a very sharp knife and puts it down next to the ingredience for the salad. He looks at her just a little bit puzzled as a memory fights to find its way to the front of his mind and instead says, "I had a feeling they might be, green eyes."

Her anger from moments before forgotten her body reacts to his and she wants to kiss him so badly she is almost shaking. She forces it down for now and turns to the counter and picks up a tomato and starts to cut it into thin slices. His proximity to her is driving her crazy, to say she is currently like a cat in heat would be an understatement.

At the moment he is having his own problems controlling his body's reaction to her. He wants to take her so badly that his whole body hurts with need. Specifically he has no real idea why this is true but he knows it is. Specifically he needs her. He forces his attention away from her and moves over to his own ingredience and begins to prepare the main course.

He couldn't tell you why and it is driving him crazy with the need to know exactly how he knows but he knew when he chose this dish to make for dinner it was her favorite. He just needed confirmation and she has done just that. God this is going to drive him insane and he can smell her own arousal which is really making him nuts.

He can feel her under his skin, in his blood and again it makes no sense. There is only one reason for this feeling. He doesn't know from first hand experience but he has heard stories that when two vampires mate. They are connected for life. It is a blood exchange, a blood exchange that is repeated many times over the course of months and it changes them on a molecular level or so the stories go. They can feel each other the stories say. He forces it out of his mind, he will deal with it later but later he is going to find out just what in the hell is going on. He has to know if she is feeling what he feels and if so, why?

They work in silence as best as they can, the sexual tension strong enough to cut with a knife. As he finishes with the main dish, he starts the oven, and moves on to desert, a welcome distraction till he gets an image of her naked and covered in sauce. He drops the spatula that he is currently using like it burned him and moves away from the counter and specifically her. This close proximity is not good. She feels it as well, her mouth dry, her body humming with want for him. She needs a drink, something.

"Drink?" he mutters as he moves to the doorway of the kitchen.

She replies in a breathy voice, "God, yes!"

He is gone in the blink of an eye, returning with two glasses, he hands her one, never taking their eyes off one another, pupils dilated, borrowed blood seeming to pound through dead veins and they both down their drinks in seconds.

Is it hot in here or is it him, is it hot in here or is it her? He can't think all he can do is look at her, she can't think all she can do is look at him. The instant he thinks it the same thought is in her head.

Without even knowing it they crash together in less time than it takes to draw a breath. Mouths fused together, tongues fighting for dominance, as they try to literally crawl inside one another. He grips her top and starts to lift it up and over her head as she gasps and cups his balls in her right hand. She wants him like she has never wanted anyone in her 1000 years of life. He can't even think he is so turned on by her. He never even wanted Katherine or Elena the way he wants and needs Rebekah.

In a forced moment of clarity she places her hands on his chest and pushes him off her. "Damon, wait, we can't," she cries out her face is actually flushed and her breathes are coming in pants like she can't get enough oxygen to breathe.

He finds a moment of clarity as well and looks into her hazel green eyes. "What? Rebekah?"

"Dinner," she mutters out barely coherent. "Klaus…Caroline…will be here… soon. We have to stop."

Snapping partially back to reality he nods his head and agrees reluctantly. Forcing his fevered body and emotions back onto a level he can at least tolerate. Suddenly he smells dinner. "Oh, shit," he says as he makes his way to the stove and removes the chicken.

Refering to the moment that just passed for both of them he asks, "What was that Rebekah?"

"I… I…need to… freshen up," she stutters and then bolts choosing not to answer the question, for a bathroom, any bathroom because if she doesn't put some distance between them she is going to jump him and the hell with dinner, Klaus and Caroline.

"What the hell," he says to the empty room and then forces himself to finish preparing the meal.

Twenty minutes later the table is set, the dinner is on the table covered to keep it hot and the desert is just finishing up in the oven.

He takes a much needed, calming, breath and walks into the living room. Rebekah is facing the fireplace and she has never looked more beautiful to him. Even if he is just watching her back, a moment later she turns to him, her body taunt as a piano wire she watches him and moving slowly almost cat like she comes face to face with him.

His own body wound up tighter then a drum he watches her. Then the moment is broken when they both hear a knock at the door and they jump back from one another.

She moves to get the door and he moves to the drink cart. He really, really needs a drink. He needs answers too, but right now he needs a drink more.

By the time Klaus, Caroline and Rebekah make it into the living room, he has a drink in his hand and he downs it as they enter then says, "Anyone care for a drink before dinner?"

Rebekah looks at him as if he has grown another head. Klaus smiles and instantly has an idea of what is going on between his baby sister and the older Salvatore. Caroline just bumps hips with Rebekah as if asking her what she missed and she really wants to know since Rebekah still looks like she wants to jump Damon and Damon won't look at her.

So in truly Caroline fashion she says, "So, what did we miss?"

"Yes, Bekah, what did we miss," asks her brother innocently.

"We…cooked…dinner," she replies as if that answers all questions and then say's a little to quickly, "So should we go eat before it gets cold?"

Damon who really can't think straight at the moment just hands them all their drinks and motions into the dining room saying, "Dinner is served."

Rebekah, downs her drink and say's to no one in particular, "Thank god."

Caroline gives her a look and just says, "Huh?"

To which she replies as she looks from Caroline to Damon, "What I'm hungry?"

After Dinner Brandi and Revelations Anyone?

The dinner was perfection personified. At least it was for Caroline and Klaus, both seemed to enjoy the meal immensely. It was the tension between Damon and Rebekah that was distracting. Something was going on between the two of them and both the baby vamp and the Original decided silently that they would get to the bottom of it.

They were gathered in the living room each holding a glass of brandy. Klaus sat next to Caroline on the couch. Damon had his back to the fire trying to look everywhere but at Rebekah. Rebekah was currently seated on the arm of the sofa closest to Caroline. She couldn't tear her eyes off of Damon.

None of this was lost on Caroline or Klaus. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with the proverbial knife. Rebekah stood up as if in a trance and started to move to Damon. Hearing the movement his eyes snapped to hers as he started to take a step towards her. If there had not been an audience they would have been on one another and ripping each other of every last thread of clothing. It was like someone had cast a spell on each of them. To put it simply, they were in 'heat'.

Caroline couldn't take it another moment as she moved to block Damon and grabbed on to Rebekah's arm and moved them into the direction of the hall leading to a bathroom, "Come on, Rebekah, let's go freshen up." As soon as they were in the hallway she whispered, "What is wrong with you? You're like a cat on a hot tin roof?"

As Caroline was leading the female Original away the male Original moved to Damon and took him by the shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes saying seven words that never boded well for anyone, "Mate you and I need to talk."

To Be Continued in:

Chapter 9

Four Vampires and A Dinner Party

Okay Seriously, What's Going On?

Part 2 of 3