Chapter 7

Logan Fell was dead as far as everyone in that room knew.

Alaric rushed to Jessenia's side and lifted her in his arms, glaring at all three vampires, cradling her close to his body. "You're safe, Jessenia." He whispered, trying to calm her down and hated hearing her heart-wrenching sobs against his chest.

"You're a dick, Damon. You didn't have to find out this way." Stefan wasn't happy with his brother, wanting to rip him apart and pulled Elena in his arms, running his fingers through her hair. "Elena told me earlier today, but we were afraid you would kill her if you knew she was a Fell. We were going to tell you…"

"When?" Damon growled, stalking up to his little brother and shoved him, livid right now. "You FORCED me to do that to her and you knew the WHOLE time? I thought she was purposefully hiding something!"

"That's what happens when you're a paranoid asshole." Elena stated coldly, slowly walking over to Alaric and frowned when Jessenia just held onto him for dear life. "I-I'm so sorry, Alaric. I had no idea Damon would do something like this. We were honestly going to have a nice quiet dinner and hang out for awhile."

"Give her to me." Damon ordered, shoving Stefan away when he tried stopping him from advancing on Alaric. "I'm not going to hurt her! I have to talk to her," He paused, locking eyes with Alaric. "Both of us do, alone."

"I-I saw…He healed…P-Please…"

"She's hyperventilating, give her to me." Damon ordered, waiting for Alaric to deny him and backhanded him, catching a trembling Jessenia in his arms. "Next time listen to me. I'm taking her to my room, all of you stay out."

"No!" Alaric stood up instantly, wiping the blood from his lip, which was already healed. "Hand her back over to me now, Damon, or so help me I will stake you."

"You could try." Damon knew Jessenia was in no position to fight him and took advantage, slowly backing away down the hallway while keeping his eyes on everyone.

"Stefan, do something!" Elena ordered, shoving him, worry swimming in her eyes. "He's going to kill her!"

"No he's not." Stefan hated Damon's methods of getting information out of people, but damned if it didn't work. "He won't hurt her. If we have to, all three of us can get in there if she needs help."

Elena couldn't believe what she was hearing, starting to head for Damon's room, when Stefan stopped her. "Let go of me! She has to be safe!"

"If you go in there and piss him off even more, he will kill her, Elena." Stefan said reasonably, placing both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Trust me, I won't let him kill her. Something tells me he feels something for her. What that is, I'm not sure yet."

Alaric listened to all of this and headed straight for the bar, needing a drink.

"Here we go." Damon gently set Jessenia on the soft king sized bed, staring down into her eyes and sighed heavily. "I'm going to get you some water. Don't move." He walked out of the room to the connecting master bathroom.

Jessenia waited until he was out of sight before bolting off the bed to the door, needing to get the hell out of here before she ended up dead. She barely opened the door before Damon stopped her, his hand slamming it shut again, pinning her chest first to it. Not stopping, Jessenia tried yanking the door open and began pounding on it, not believing nobody was coming to save her.

"What did I tell you," Damon paused, grabbing her arm and turned her to face him, her back now pressed against the door. "About not moving?"

"Get away from me." Jessenia demanded in a cracked shaky voice, her hand still on the doorknob. "Let me out of here."

"You are very bossy." Damon said, planting his forearm over her head, eyes locking with hers. "Look, I had to scare you into spilling what you were hiding. I'm not going to apologize for it either. It had to be done."

"Why?" She whispered, immediately regretting it and lowered her eyes. "Forget it, I don't even care anymore. Now you know, I want to go home now."

Damon smirked, placing his mouth by her ear. "Not so fast." He pulled away from her, knowing he could easily catch her if she tried running. "We have a few things to discuss before I let you roam free." Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, Damon turned to face her, smiling. "Such as your abusive behavior towards me and how, if you EVER do it again, I'm going to snap that pretty neck right off your shoulders. Don't think I can't do it either, Jessenia."

"You deserved it, manhandling and forcing yourself on me…" Jessenia pressed back against the door more when Damon flew over to her, their noses practically touching. "What, I'm not allowed to speak my mind now?"

"I didn't do anything you weren't enjoying." Damon argued, downing his shot before setting the glass slowly on the table that was by the door. "Try denying it all you want, but today during your lunch, there was a spark between us. And then tonight, there was definitely more sparks. I felt them and I dare you to stand there, lie to me and say that you didn't."

"Are you kidding me?" Jessenia stared at him incredulously, refusing to admit anything she felt because, deep down, she knew everything Damon just said was the truth. "You scared the hell out of me and manhandled me! I haven't enjoyed a single second with you!"

Damon rolled his eyes and took the glass to get a refill, downing another shot. "I'm not buying it."

"Think what you want, I really don't care." Jessenia looked around his bedroom, but also kept one eye on him, not trusting him at all. "You obviously want to talk about something, so we can get on with it so I can go home?"

Damon snorted and laid down on the bed, crossing his ankles with his drink resting on his stomach, leaning against the headboard. "Come join me and we'll have a little chat." He patted the bed invitingly, draining the tumbler and set it on the nightstand, not moving. "I've got all the time in the world, Senia."

"Why do you call me that?" Jessenia had to ask, slowly moving away from the door cautiously. "Nobody has ever called me that before."

"Don't know, it just kinda came to me." Damon said indifferently, rolling his eyes at how slow she was approaching the bed.

Jessenia grunted when she was suddenly slammed back on the bed full force, Damon hovering over her. He had inhuman speed that she'd never seen before and strength that could probably kill even the world's strongest man. Jessenia could feel it radiating off of him in waves, the sheer power taking her breath away along with the whole package.

"That's much better." He murmured, his lips mere inches from hers, wanting to kiss so bad he could taste it. "You really need to relax. I'm just an impatient man, especially when I have a beautiful woman in my bed that I can't have my wicked way with."

Jessenia swallowed hard, trying not to let the tears build up again, but couldn't help it. "W-What did you want to talk about, Damon?" She asked, giving herself props for keeping a straight strong voice, even though her insides were quaking right now.

"Besides all the ways I'd love to ravage you right here and now?" Damon smiled, not moving from where he currently was and ran his hand up her arm to lace their fingers together, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your father."

She figured as much, feeling him entwine their fingers together and went to move her hand, but it was pointless. Damon was much stronger than her, built like a brick house and even through the thin material of his shirt, Jessenia could feel his muscles rippling. He groaned again because her scent was intoxicating him, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second.

His face buried in her neck and Damon could feel his face starting to change, the sclera's of his eyes turning red. It's what happened when a vampire was incredibly aroused and smelled something extremely delicious, which was human blood. She wasn't bleeding, but her fear was allowing her scent to increase and nearly overwhelm him. Taking a few deep breaths, Damon got himself under control by softly kissing her soft skin, right over her pulse point where his fangs could sink in to get a taste.

"Do you know who he is?" Jessenia was trying not to let Damon get to her, squirming beneath him and tried once more to pull her hand out of his, biting her lip. "Damon, please stop it…" Hadn't he put her through enough tonight?

"Do you have any idea how much fun we could have together, Senia?" Damon demanded, very slowly lifting his head from her neck once he was sure he was in control, aquamarine locking with anxious jade. "I'm not going to hurt you. I never was going to."

"You didn't answer my question…" She was breathless and Jessenia hated that she was showing he had gotten to her, but she was only human after all. "Do you know who my father is?" She also didn't believe a word he said about not hurting her, not after that episode where he nearly choked her to death with his arm.

"Yes."

Damon allowed her to sit up a little, sitting on his knees in front of her, but didn't release her hand in case she decided to try whacking him with something else. "Where is he? Does he live in town? How do you know him?" So many questions fired off at him, but this was definitely the first time she'd heard about her father. "Please, you have to tell me something about him-"

"He's dead, Jessenia." Damon released her hand instantly and stood up from the bed, needing another drink.

Jessenia felt as though the breath was suddenly sucked out of her body, tears forming in her eyes. "W-What? What do you mean?" She scrambled off the bed and walked over to him, the fear temporarily evaded.

"Dead as in buried six feet in the ground." Damon clarified flatly, downing his shot and swallowed any remorse he might have felt at that moment for Jessenia. That's not who he was. "I killed him, he came back to life. Then Ric killed him again, this time for good."

"Ric?" Jessenia blinked as huge tears slid down her cheeks now, every part of her body breaking out in a cold sweat, her heart feeling as though it might give out. "N-No…" There was a reason Jessenia had moved from Maryland, but she'd been keeping it from everyone except Meredith. "T-This can't be happening…"

"Oh trust me, it is." Damon turned to face her, seeing how pale her face was and lifted her up in his arms, laying her back down again before she ended up fainting on the hard wood floor. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about before we got into the talk about your daddy, but can't have everything perfect."

Jessenia didn't care to hear anymore and rolled away from him, taking the nearest pillow and buried her face in it, her tears soaking right through. Her father, the only part left of her, was gone? He was dead? Suddenly, Jessenia realized who she was with and went to bolt out of bed, but Damon's arm wrapped around her waist, preventing her from going anywhere.

"LET ME GO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, sobbing violently. "YOU KILLED HIM, YOU MURDERER!"

"It had to be done." Damon stated calmly, expecting this kind of reaction and tightened his grip a little more on her. "He deserved it, Senia…"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, YOU MONSTER!" Jessenia was past the point of being composed, every part of her wanting to get as far away from Damon as possible. "LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!"

"No."

"YOU MURDERED MY FATHER!"

"Had to do it."

"STOP SAYING THAT!"

Damon growled, forcing her on her back as he straddled her, forcing her eyes to meet his. "I did what I had to do to save this town, Jessenia." He stopped her from looking away from him, applying a little more pressure to her chin, which he held in a vise grip. "Before you start screaming at me and calling me a murderer, you need to know EVERYTHING. In order to do that, you need to stop screaming at me and grow up a little."

"Fuck you!" Jessenia hissed, spitting right in his face and slapped him as hard as she could, her hand stinging. "GET OFF OF ME!"

"LISTEN TO ME THEN!" Damon roared finally, tired of being screamed at by a human girl he could easily rip to shreds. "You will listen to what I have to say and then you can run screaming back home to your cousin, who is on my side, along with Alaric, in case you were wondering."

That instantly made Jessenia stop fighting as she sank back down on the bed, the tears not stopping, but her screaming ceased. "What?" She whispered, disbelief crossing her face and began shaking her head. "N-No…Meredith would never keep something like this from me. He's the WHOLE reason I moved here in the first place! You're lying!"

"No I'm not."

Damon sighed when she started screaming again and did the only thing he could think of shut her up. His lips suddenly crashed down on hers, feeling her struggling against him and didn't pull away. He didn't dare slide his tongue inside her mouth because she would bite it off, that much he was certain. Very skilled at everything he did, Damon coaxed and manipulated the kiss, forcing her feel every single thing she'd been denying and then some. Being a vampire, Damon didn't need to breathe so he could keep kissing her until she either passed out or calmed down.

This was probably the most passionate, toe-curling kiss Jessenia ever experienced in her life and it was at the worst possible time. She fought against him every step of the way, tears pouring like two rapid streams, but absolutely nothing was stopping Damon. Finally succumbing to what she'd been dying, even after everything he did tonight with threatening her life, Jessenia kissed him back. She felt him slowly release her arms and buried her hands in his thick black hair, deepening the kiss even more.

Every part of her was relaxing, Damon could feel it and was really surprised Jessenia was kissing him back. He just admitted openly and bluntly that he killed her father. This woman definitely had issues, but Damon wasn't about to complain or pull out of the kiss. His hands moved down her sides to her outer thighs, squeezing them gently, not wanting to hurt her anymore than he already had.

When Jessenia could no longer breathe, she finally pulled out of the kiss and could only stare up at her father's murderer, the realization of what she did slowly washing over her. Damon stared back at her, knowing exactly what was going through her mind and didn't reach out to touch any other part of her body. Instead, he did something he normally never did. He pushed himself off of her and stood up from the bed, gesturing mockingly to the door.

"You're free to go now, I'm done playing with you."

Jessenia didn't waste a second as she flew from the bedroom, tears flying behind her and didn't hear Damon slam the door behind her harshly.