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Yuki stood a second following her with his eyes, as she walked down the stairs without looking back. Then he closed the door and turned around facing Damon.

"You really hired her?" His voice was full of disbelief.

Damon shrugged. "You could say that."
When Yuki obviously waited for details, he sighed.
"Let's have a drink." Without waiting for Yuki he turned around and went into the study.

"I was raiding some stupid social office downtown. Had quite a feast." Yuki interrupted, pouting jokingly. "Why didn't you invite me?"

Damon laughed. "Hey, it was a kind of heat of the moment thing. I was just gonna lure one of them outside, but you know, what's the fun in that?" He took a sip of his scotch.
"Well, anyways, she was the first to catch onto it, and you know how delicious she smells."

"Oh yeah," Yuki said with a dreaming look on his face. "Must be delicious." Damon felt annoyance crawl up his back, but chose to ignore it.

"She didn't fight me, so I played around with her a little, and then just as I'm gonna rip open her fucking neck, she asks me for a job."

Yuki erupted in laughter.
"No..fucking...way!"
Damon couldn't hold back a laugh as well.

"Yeah, just my thought at the time. So I played along, using that shoot yourself bullshit you tended to like."

Yuki's eyes widened. "No way."

"Yes way, she fucking did it! Shot herself in the hand at point-blank. You don't know how fucking hard it was not sucking her dry just then. But I was intrigued, I guess, so I finished the others and took her back home."

They were both quiet for some time.

Then Yuki broke the silence. "You're an idiot, Damon." Damon's eyes narrowed.
"Don't tell me you just let that girl walk out of here like that? Hell, you sent her a-fucking-way? Why didn't you turn her?"

"You obviously haven't tasted her blood."

Yuki grimaced. "Haha, very funny." He got serious again. "I still can't get why you let her go, but you do know that she wont make it. Right? There's too many here who has her scent imprinted. If they even catch a whiff of her, they'll find her and finish her off."

Damon shook his head, toying with his daylight ring.
"They wont dare."

Yuki raised his eyebrows.
"What about Katherine?"

Damon froze, his fingers still lingering on the ring. Then he was out the door in a split second.

Yuki smiled, emptying his glass. He made a refill, and leaned back into the couch, placing his feet on the table. "I present to you: the Damon Salvatore, badass vampire, slayer of a thousand men and last but not least, head of the resistance. Taking off to save a human girl." He lifted his hands to take in the non existing audience's applaud. He laughed to himself.

I guess his humanity is back in business.

Who would have thought that.

After 10 minutes walk, Kirya let herself fall down on a bench. She was completely lost. She still hadn't figured out where she should go, or how she should get something to eat. Her stomach growled. She had intended to go get something from the kitchen before leaving, had it not been for Yuki.
Dumbass.
She sighed. Maybe she was being a bit hard on him. He had helped her when Damon nearly drained her, and he always brought her groceries. Of course he was always such a tease, but that was just the way he was. Always seeing the humor in a given situation.

But then why was it she felt such a repulsion at his offer to give her a job? Who'd it be that much different to let him drink her blood? To stay wherever he lived? Afterall she knew him better than she had known Damon in the beginning. And they were friends, well, sort of anyway.

Still, the thought of him feeding from her gave her the chills.

The real reason for the headache that was creeping in on her, however, was why Damon wanted her to leave?
His moods changed so fast all the time, but somehow she had never feared him kicking her out. There had been some kind of understanding between them, or so she had thought. She grimaced, rubbing her temples.

Did he really think that she had acted out of fear the whole time? That he was forcing her? Hah! Like he was ever gonna be able to do that. She had gotten out from under her fathers tight grip when she was fourteen. And she would get away again from anyone wanting to control her or use her against her will.

Deep in thought Kirya didn't see the car that pulled up right next to her. Only when the window silently slid down, did she look up.

It was him.

"Get in." What?
Her insides were in turmoil. But she kept a straight face.

"Why?"

He was obviously taken aback by the question, and her tone.
"You can stay. I'm rehiring you, or whatever." He waved with his hand.

"And if I don't want to? Are you gonna force me? or am I your prisoner now?" She spat out the words angrily. For the first time letting her frustration get free reins.

He shrugged.
"I was under the impression you didn't want to leave, but I've been wrong about you before."

She thought for a moment. His crystal blue eyes didn't leave her for a second. "What made you change your mind?" She met his gaze steadily.

Now it was his time to be silent for a while.
"Well, girl, I'm hungry. Simple as that."

She nodded.

"Well then. There's just a few things I need cleared up... Firstly I will need payment from now on. Cash. Secondly, I wont take any form of curfew."

Damon seemed a bit taken aback by her blunt demands. But he just waved his hand.

"Whatever."

"It's a deal then."

She got in the car, not really wanting to accept the wave of release that flushed her.

I'm not going to lose him... I mean lose them and my home, she mentally corrected herself. She still couldn't fathom why she felt such a strong pull towards him.

He accelerated quickly away from the sidewalk. Getting her focus back she drew up her sleeve and reached her wrist out for him. She hoped she had recovered enough from the last time he'd bitten her.

Eyeing her, and with an amused look on his face he shook his head in disbelief before taking her wrist in his hand and leading it to his mouth.

The pain she had become so used to was only there for a fleeing moment. Damon steered the car expertly with one hand, and Kirya let herself relax against the seat. She felt safe.

A wave of pleasure hit her body out of the blue and she tensed, gasping. Next to her Damon also jerked back, hitting the brakes so hard that the car slid several meters before coming to a halt. Fortunately the street was mostly deserted.

He breathed out heavily.

"What the fuck was that!?" he exclaimed.
The wave was gone but it had left her inside completely dizzy and weirdly at ease. She just shrugged not able to speak just yet.

They sat there for quite a while not saying a word or looking at each other, just getting a hold on themselves. Then finally Damon threw the car into gear and took her home.