Chapter Three: "I`m not some drunk sorority chick. You can`t Roofy me."

Damon looked up at the giant house that supposedly housed the striking Calista. He didn't know what was about this one that drew him to her. He knew she was newly turned, and the fact that she was as smooth with flirting as he was had its perks. Maybe he could have fun with this one, before extracting information from her. As he walked up to the door, it opened and Calista was standing there with her arms crossed over her adorned in nothing but an extremely short black satin robe, with her red laced bra peeking over the edges of the robe. Damon's eyebrow raised as he moved up the steps and stood in front of her.

"Funny, I don't remember calling ahead for this type of welcome, but I'm glad you read my mind." He said before grinning at her. Callie just gave him a short smile before she turned on her bare heels and moved into the house.

"Please do come in." She said before she moved into the kitchen to grab her glass of scotch.

"Care for a drink?" She said over her shoulder as she knew Damon was staring at her, she knew how to work the clothes she was in, or more so, the lack thereof. Turning she handed him his glass as he had closed the gap between them and stared intently into her eyes. After a moment or so, he took a sip from the glass and appeared at the table.

"Please sit. I have a few things I would like to talk to you about." He said motioning to the chair across from him. When she disappeared he expected to see her appear in that chair, but the moment he saw her, she was sitting in his lap with her arms around his neck, smirking.

"Go on, talk,'" Offering no clues that she was going to move anytime soon; as an emphasis of her point to stay in his lap, she wiggled her butt a little bit before staring once more at him. Damon had to give this girl some props, normally he didn't like women who offered themselves up to him so easily, he enjoyed a challenge but he did admire her confidence in herself.

"I'm waiting." She purred as she switched her legs from the left being crossed to the right, causing the robe she was wearing to untie a bit.

"Do you know of a vampire by the name of Katherine?" He said deciding to just go on and ask her, but while he was here, he might as well enjoy the piece of pie that was sitting on his lap. Placing his hand on her thigh he moved his thumb up and down slowly whilst waiting for her reply. He was going to milk this all he wanted. If he could get sex and information out of her, he was a happy camper.

Calista pursued her lips as she made it seem like she was thinking hard about the question. Finally she shrugged her shoulders.

"I think the one who turned me mentioned something about her, but I don't really know her personally." She told the truth, like always. The one that turned her did mention her, and she never knew her personally. She was her sister true, but she didn't know her sister other than all the years she watched her. Looking at Damon she flipped her hair back and smiled gently.

"Why do you ask? Is she important or something?" She said as she tilted her head to the side and arched a brow. She was really good at turning the questions around on people, and she honestly just wanted to hear this hunk of man speak.

Damon looked at her for a long time, partly because he was trying to see if she was lying, and partly because her full lips were so damn intoxicating. It was like she was putting him under a spell, if she was a powerful vampire he could see it happening, but she was just a newly turned vamp, she as harmless. Damon shook his head and ran his hand up higher on her thigh.

"Nothing, she isn't important. She has just been causing some trouble here in Mystic Falls and I just wanted to warn you about her. Don't let her fool you, she is dangerous." Callie looked at him and then down at his hand, she moved forward a bit more and put her lips hazardously close to his.

"A big strong vampire like yourself looking after a weak helpless vamp like myself? Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were hitting on me." She cooed as she turned her head to the side and let her lips press gently upon his before she turned on his lap and stood up.

"I can take care of myself. I'm not as weak as you think Damon." She said as she put her hands on her hips her robe now completely undone and her red lacy bra and panties were now in full view. Damon couldn't help but stare at her; she was just so good at being bad. Standing up he looked at her once more before he downed his scotch.

"I can see that you take care of yourself." He said before winking at her.

"See you around Callie." He said before he exited the house. He would be visiting this one again, soon, very soon. Callie grinned as she watched him leave her home; his ass looked really good in those jeans. Picking up her scotch she shook her head as she turned around.

"I've got him right where I want him." She said smirking before downing her scotch.