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Damon POV:

Never in my life have I ever felt something like I did when I kissed her. Not even with Katherine. This scared the almost living shit out of me. I realized walking back to the house, that I was going to have to scare her away from me. I did not want to condemn her to this life. I also didn't want her introduced to the dangers this life has. It would be too risky, and she would end up dead, it was inevitable.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Stefan asked when I walked into the door.

"None of your business, little brother. How's that girl of yours treating you?" I asked, wanting the attention off myself. I am not one to show weakness and this girl was becoming one of those weaknesses.

"Jen? She's good. It's going to be a disappointment to her though when I leave soon and go back to Italy to be with Elena." He said. Elena was his dream girl. Of course he would want her because she looked EXACTLY like Katherine. That boy never got over her. Of course, her personality was different though. Elena held herself well, and did not back down from a challenge. I was once trying to win her heart over, but that ended quickly because I finally realized that she was not Katherine, and she was sort of a bitch. Stefan really only came back because he felt the need to look after his big brother and make sure I don't destroy the world. A very tempting idea. Of course, I only came back to college because I was looking for my next meal. Who knew that college girls are so yummy? And they always come in groups. Perfect. I headed upstairs and realized that maybe while I am staying here for a little bit, I should probably sign up for classes. Make it easier for me to find my next meal.

Kaylee POV:

I. Hate. Monday's.

Seriously, the worst day ever. I was out all weekend partying with Jen and haven't seen Damon since Friday night. I was hoping if we passed his house he would invite us in, but I didn't want to go back to a vampire meeting ground. So we just hung out at Jeff's cousins house.

Why I scheduled a 9 am class on Monday is beyond me. If I was smart, I wouldn't schedule classes until noon. Luckily it was psychology, something I actually like. So it was worth it getting up in the morning to attend the class. We were learning about ink blobs and what they represent, so really there is no right or wrong answer.

I was running a bit late to class because I decided to stop by the coffee shop and pick up a hot chocolate. No other way to start the morning without a hot chocolate. I quickly ran into the room and noticed that there weren't many seats left. It was a full class with 250 students in there. Of course the teacher wouldn't notice if I was running a bit late. At least I showed up. I quickly found a seat towards the back and scooted down to it. I didn't take notice who I sat next too, until they started leaning the other way. I quickly turned to see who it was.

"Damon?" I asked. Surely it was him. He was wearing dark jeans, a tight black shirt, and a leather jacket. His hair was still wet from getting out of the shower, and hanging slightly in front of his eyes. His eyes looked dark, and annoyed. I don't know why they would be annoyed. All I did was sit next to him. I haven't talked to him since Friday.

"Hi." Was all he said in return. He quickly refocused his attention to the teacher, hoping I wouldn't say anything else to him. I started to pay attention to the teacher too, but I couldn't give him my complete attention because I wanted to know why Damon wasn't talking to me, and looking at me like I did something wrong. I wanted answers.

(Kaylee, Damon)

Why do you not look happy to see me?

Not a morning person.

Oh. You just looked annoyed. Did I do something wrong?

Come over tonight, around 7. Alone. We need to talk.

With this, I quickly crumpled up the note and threw it into my bag. The rest of class was awkward to say the least. Not once during the rest of class did he say anything to me or acknowledge my presence. When class was dismissed, he quickly ran out of class. I took my time and made my way out.

The rest of my classes that day were pretty boring. I was dying to know what Damon wanted to talk about. My classes were over by 1 and I had plenty of time before I had to go to Damon's. I got some lunch and then thought I should take a nap. I was up early and had no clue how long I would be out with Damon tonight, if I was even coming home at all.

Six o'clock rolled around and I figured I might as well get prettied up for this event. If I'm going to die tonight, I at least want to look good in my casket. So, after raiding Jen's wardrobe, I finally decided on jean short shorts, and a black tube top. I loved the summer weather and how I got perfectly tan and could pull off wearing black without looking like a vampire (haha). I put on a little make up. Not pack it on like those stupid cows do. Just some eye liner, mascara, a little blush and some eye shadow. I found a short pair of black heels and threw those on. By the time I was ready it was 6:45 and about time to head over to his house. I was a little worried about what he was going to say, and what he was planning on doing. He didn't look too happy today when he found out I was in the same class as him. I finally reached his house with five minutes to spare. I hesitantly knocked on the door, knowing that all the other occupants of the house were vampires as well. I was relieved when Stefan opened the door, at least I knew he wouldn't kill me.

"Hey Stefan, I'm here to see Damon. Is he here?" I asked, wondering if he was even home.

"Yeah, he's upstairs in his room. I'm sure you know where it is." He said and opened the door a little bit wider for me to walk in. "And don't worry, there's no other vampires that live here. It's just me and Damon. The ones from the party were just visiting." He whispered before quickly running out of the house. I felt relieved that all the other vampires had gone away. But who knows, they could still be in town. I slowly crept up towards Damon's room. His door was slightly ajar, so I peaked in. He was there all right, but he looked more stressed out than he did earlier today in psych. He was pacing back and forth in his room. He didn't even notice that I was here. I quietly knocked on the door before pushing it open all the way. He turned to look at me, and his stressed appearance soon turned to a hard look of hunger.

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