So this is my 8th chapter, and I would love to hear what you think! It's a day late, but couldn't quite get around to writing it yesterday. Review, please :-)

The next couple of weeks went by, and Kirya slowly got the hang of living and working with a vampire. She met several other vampires, that came by regularly.

There was Bjorn the giant viking-looking guy, who probably had been a real viking once. He had a rumbling laugh, and often used it. He and Yuki was the most friendly towards her. Well, as friendly as a guy who literally craves your blood can be.

A couple had been there on the third day. A beautiful brunette called Katherine and an equally good looking guy, whose name was Alex. He had ignored her completely, but Katherine had made it pretty clear to Damon, what she thought of his choice of servant. Kirya was relieved when they'd finally left.

Damon called on her for blood regularly, but always let her have a day or two in between. Recalling the amount of blood he'd drunk the day they met, she concluded he was feeding elsewhere as well.

As it turned out Yuki, hanging out in the apartment most of the time, was the one who took the shopping on his shoulders. He brought home everything from her grocery lists including an enormous amount of garlic; something he thought hilarious. For the first time in the last four years, Kirya didn't have to think about getting enough to eat.

Right now she was cooking, already getting the hang of it, even though she had not prepared food in a real kitchen, more than a couple of times before. She was making homemade pizzas.

She had just put them in the oven, when Damon, Yuki and Bjorn came home. They'd probably been out drinking on some bar. Kirya had learned pretty fast, that was their primary pass time, which she found a bit weird since alcohol didn't really seem to affect them.

This night however, all three were in high moods. Yuki and Damon were playing around faking a fight, which mostly happened in vampire speed, insulting each other rapidly. Bjorn just walked pretty much between them trying to keep them both in just a bit control, while humming an off tune, a bit too loud to be drowned in the bickering.

When Yuki saw her in the kitchen he broke off in the mid of whatever he was insulting Damon with; exclaiming loudly: "Hey Kir, what's for dinner?" As always he parted his lips slightly, to show her what he really meant.

At the same time Damon, going hyper speed, bowed down and kicked his legs away under him sending him to the floor sprawling. "You lose focus so easily, Yuki," he laughed. "And when are you gonna stop harass my employee?"

"Hey, I was asking about her cooking not blood, that's all yours."

"You bet it is," Damon said from behind Kirya. He had moved across the room so fast.

"Fuck," she breathed. "I'm really not used to that yet."

She let her head tip to the side, offering her neck.

"Hey I got it." Yuki got to his feet raising his hands in surrender, as Damon's mouth touched her skin. He was always biting the same place, leaving Kirya with only one set of bite marks. She was happy about that. Today he was so gentle that she hardly felt the penetration of her skin.

He didn't take much either. He was probably just showing off to Yuki. Before he draw back from her, he let his tongue flick over her skin, licking off the tiny flow of blood that had escaped. It send a weird kind of shiver through her body.
Damon stretched and for a second he reminded her of a cat, lying on the porch in the sun.

"I was just going to eat now, but if you need anything, just say the word."

"Well, after this divine appetizer, a slice of pizza would just make my day." Damon said in a lofty voice. "Right, guys? Oh I forgot, I was the only one getting an appetizer, but then again, it is my house." He reached over picking of one of the mushrooms, Kirya had used as topping on her dinner.

She stared in wonder as he ate it. This was new. She'd always cooked and eaten when the vampires had been out, just assuming that their diet was based on pure blood and nothing else.

Yuki and Bjorn laughed at her shocked face. Damon had an amused smirk on his lips. Yuki went over sitting by the table.

"Dear Miss Kirya, love, we would be delighted to share your meal at this very fine table in this gentleman's fantastic house." Yuki copied Damon's sophisticated voice. "That is if our completely drunken state wont ruin your delicate appetite."

Bjorn had followed him, letting his big features slouch on a chair, that Kirya feared wouldn't hold him. She was a bit taken back by the sudden attention, she answered:

"Of course. I'll get some more plates."

She quickly set the table, and then hovered unsure of what to do next. Damon grabbed the plate with pizzas she'd just taken out of the oven.

"Watch out! They're hot." But he just laughed and placed them on the table. When she just stood gaping, he sighed and showed her his hands, a couple of small burns covered his palms, but as she watched they started slowly to transform into nothing, leaving his skin as pale and smooth as before.

"But," she stammered.

"Oh come on now, no harm's done. Let's eat."

Again her talent of adjusting quickly kicked in, she was able to shrug it off, and sit down by the table.

She was astounded to see that they actually had manners, apparently waiting for her to fill her plate first. She did so, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Go ahead."

Yuki was the first to grab a slice, not even putting it on his plate before taking a bite.

"Waouw, you really can cook!" he exclaimed. The others digged in as well.

Kirya was mostly silent throughout the whole meal, only thanking for the praise when it was offered. The guys talked and laughed a lot, discussing people she didn't know. Only once a name she knew emerged.

Bjorn was reaching for his third slice, telling about some girl he'd apparently had met the day before. Kirya chose to ignore the fact that it had probably been as a meal.

"You wont believe it, she looked just like Katherine."

Damon snorted. "Then she can't have been that much of a view."

"Oh come on, it's not me who's wasted decades of wooing the girl. She's hot! admit it."

"Shut up Bjorn, or should we talk about Carla? Huh?" Bjorn rose his hands in surrender. "I didn't think so," Damon continued smugly. But Kirya thought she caught a glimpse of bitterness in his eyes.

The meal ended shortly after. While Kirya started to clean up, the vampires drew into the living room, probably continuing their drinking. She didn't know it yet, but she would not have to eat alone for the next long period of time.

While she cleaned the dishes, she pondered over what Bjorn had said earlier. Damon wooing Katherine for decades, was hard to believe since they all seemed to be no more than in their early or mid twenties.
But of course vampires were supposed to live forever, at least if you believed the myth.

Wonder how old they are.

She finished the dishes and washed the table before retreating to the couch in the office.
There was still one thing that kept popping into her mind: Damon and Katherine together.
Yirks, good thing that didn't happen.

Katherine might be "hot" and all, but aside from that, she was absolutely not a match for Damon.
Surprised by herself, Kirya picked up a notebook she'd found the other day.

Since when had she begun thinking Damon as the good guy? One thing was to agree to work for a psychotic vampire, to safe your own life. That was, well, taking what life threw at you, and turn it into an opportunity, Kirya decided. Shooting yourself maybe was a bit extreme, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.

She started doodling on the blank papers of the book.

When exactly did I stop fearing him?