"May I help you?" asked Damon.

God he was hot. Jet black hair, short but a tad longer in the front, cornflower blue eyes, and broad shoulders narrowing down to a slim waist. Not to mention easily 6'4. And that voice! He had to be a vampire. There's no doubting. He spoke like a man from a different past time. Okay, stop drooling Feddi. You're in deep shit right now. God, why now did my head have to feel like 10 jackhammers were inside of it? Well here goes nothing. "I couldn't sleep. So I took a walk. I'm sorry; I shouldn't be snooping like this. I'm going to go now. Thank you again for the offer though. It was very kind of you Damon."

Shit. Couldn't sleep? I'm drunk; a human would be passed out right now. But no I just get a bit tipsy and acquire a hangover. I really hate this whole vampire thing sometimes. Oh well, it was too late. Mr. Hot Tottie was already on to me.

"Are you sure? Because last time I checked most people after drinking all night tend to pass out till at least 7:30 am. Not 4:26 am?" Asked Damon, with a tone that implied the gears in his mind were starting to work.

"Well as you have obviously found out, I'm not like most people."

"I'm starting to catch on to that. But really why are down here?" he asked a little firmer now.

"Why do you have a fridge full of blood bags?" Damn. I think I just opened Pandora's Box because I swear I could feel the tension building a nice little circle of fire around us.

"I asked first."

"What are we back in kindergarten again?"

"No. I was just stating the obvious."

"Well I'm not one for stating the obvious. I like going for the white elephant in the room. This right now happens to be a refrigerator full of blood!" I practically shrieked at him. Okay now Damon should be the one scared. Because the Italian in me was starting to kick in along with my female bitchiness and it's a dangerous combo, not to mention the fact that when you're a vampire every emotion is hightened.

"My house, my rules. Now I asked first so you better well answer my bloody damn question now." informed Damon. And, if I weren't a vampire, I would be on my knees and begging for forgiveness to because he was seriously pissed.

And before you start wondering what the hell's with this Harry Potter lingo shit, Damon Salvatore is surprisingly English. Making him that much hotter. Also making me want to pull him that much more.

"I answered the question honestly when you first asked me if I needed help with anything. Now you're the one who bloody well better answer my question. Why do you have a cazzo fridge full of blood in your house Damon?"

"Because I'm a doctor," replied Damon with a smoothness that would be impossible to copy. "And I keep some of the HIV infected blood that comes from babies and teenagers so I can study it."

What a smooth and easy lie. He was obviously some sort of professional at this.

"Oh well….. Okay, if you say so Dr. Salvatore . But why didn't you tell me that when I asked?"

That's when it happened. He walked up to me, grabbed my face in his long tapered fingers and kissed me. Not a top of the head kiss. A mouth-to-mouth, tongue fencing included kiss.

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