Sorry about the wait for this chapter. Had a lot of stuff to do yesterday, and had to figure out which direction I'm going to take this story.

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Yuki caught up with them just outside Ric's. Damon wondered what he'd been doing. Maybe it hadn't been the brightest idea, to leave the girl alone with him.

"What kept you, Yuki?"

"Just cleaning up the mess you left behind," Yuki answered indifferent.

"You what?" Damon's voice sounded dangerously low.

"Easy tiger, I put the girl to bed." He shrugged. "What's it to you anyway. I wasn't the one who nearly drained her and then left her to fall on her ass; you took care of that all by yourself."

"Hey guys," Bjorn interrupted. Damon looked to be on the verge of flinging himself onto Yuki. "We need to get in, they're waiting," he nodded in the direction of the door.

"Yeah, we'd better not let all those important people wait," Yuki said sarcastic, and ventured inside.
Damon lingered for a moment.

"Someday that damn mouth of his is gonna get him staked."

"Ha," Bjorn exclaimed. "We used to say the exactly same thing about you."

They entered the bar.

Kirya awoke with the worst headache ever. Groaning she reached for her head as she slowly sat up on the couch. Her memory was a bit blurred and she looked at the clock, to get some idea how long she had slept. It was 5 o'clock in th afternoon.

Shit! did I sleep for a whole fucking day?

She looked around. It didn't look like there was anyone at home, but a bag of groceries placed on the kitchen table told her that there had been. She groaned as she walked over to put them away. Her stomach stirred, and she realized how hungry she was.

Even though she felt most like crawling back on the couch, she slowly started fixing something to eat. She knew from experience that food would help her get over the weakness of blood loss a lot faster.

As soon as she'd put the lasagna into the oven, she slumped down on a chair, totally exhausted. She had to fight not to fall a sleep right there slumping over the table.

Kirya was ripped awake. At first she didn't know what had disturbed her. Then a set of knocks impacted on the front door. She got to her feet, wondering who it was. Neither Yuki nor Bjorn ever knocked, they just barged in. She really hoped it wasn't Katherine.

Hurrying to the door, she tried to clear her head, grabbing her scarf on the way to cover up the fresh bite marks.
She took a deep breath before opening the door, collecting herself.

Outside was a man, and Kirya instantly realised he was human. She didn't know exactly how she knew, but she was sure.

"Can I help you, mr?" she asked politely.

"Oh, hi. My name is Chris Newman, a pleasure to meet you." He reached out his hand, and she took it with only a slight pause.

"Allison Deckard," she lied smoothly.

He eyed her for a second, and then seemed to relax a bit. Did he just realize I was human as well, she wondered?

"I'm here to ask you a couple of questions if you could spare the time." Somehow it didn't sound as a request at all. Something about him made Kirya feel uneasy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm in the mid of cooking dinner."

"It wont take long."

She stepped out in the hall.

"What was this about, again?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just a few questions for the insurance." Somehow Kirya doubted that Damon had any insurance at all.

She hesitated. Apparently she couldn't get him to leave, so she might as well go along untill he came to his point. "Okay, shoot."

"How many do you live here?"

"Just me and my boyfriend."

"How long have you lived here?"

"I moved in a couple of months ago." It was always easiest building a lie on the truth.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 18."

"And your boyfriend?"

At least a couple of centuries. "25."

"Isn't that a bit old?" He was staring intently at her.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, none of my business. Is he here? I would very much like to talk to him."

"I'm sorry, he's out. I don't know when he'll be back."

Suddenly changing suspect, he eyed her scarf. "Do you feel well, you look a little pale. Caught a cold maybe?"

"Yeah, I've been in bed for most of the week, but I think it's going the right way now, thank you for asking." He nodded, and then again abruptly changed subject.

"So you and your boyfriend get along well?" Before she could answer he added: "You know some men feed on young women." He actually sounded concerned for her.

He knows.

"Don't you worry Mr. Newman. He's the best thing that ever happened to me." In that moment the street door opened below, and she heard footsteps.

Fuck.

She didn't think Damon would like the fact that some human was nosing around outside his apartment, asking questions. And the last time she'd seen him he had been in a foul mood.

Newman had also heard the steps, he turned around, his body tensing.

As Damon emerged from the stairs Kirya quickly stepped forward, past Newman. She might not like the guy, but that didn't mean she wanted to see him ripped apart.

"Hi honey, you're home." She smiled hoping she didn't seem to be too fake. She wrapped her arms around him and looked pleadingly into his eyes. Play along.

An amused smirk appeared on Damon's face and he embraced her as well. And then, he bowed down and kissed her.

She was in complete shock, as his lips gently caressed hers. What the fuck?! He straightened again.

"So who is this guy, hon?"

Kirya had to kick herself mentally to get back into the present.

"Oh, this is Mr. Newman. He's from insurance." Before Newman could even get the chance to say a word, she dragged Damon past him.

"Would you mind go in checking on the lasagna? I think it's almost done." She added something she hoped looked like a loving smile.

"Of course, love." He was making fun of her, using Yuki favourite pet name for her. Very funny.

He went inside leaving her alone with Newman again.

"So, did you need to ask more questions, or can I go eat dinner?"

"Yeah of course." He sounded a bit confused. He fumbled in his pockets, fishing out a small card. "If you ever need any help or council, feel free to call at any time."

He turned and left without another word.
She looked at the card, and then absent mindedly put away in her jeans.

She shook her head. Weird guy.

She closed the door and turn around. She was surprised to see Damon standing in the hallway behind her.
He looked at her with a weird look in his eyes. In the darkness they seemed more black than blue. They were both quiet. Then Damon broke the silence.
"Congrats. You just saved a life."

She didn't know what to say. The kiss still fluttered around inside her, and the headache had just increased its pounding.

Then he added, almost to himself, "I think I need to keep in mind how good an actress you are." Before turning around entering the living room.

What the hell was that suposed to mean?