The morning after... from Damon's POV. He might seem a bit out of character, but I guess facing Alice ... or Kirya puts him a bit off his game ;-P Hope you'll enjoy... And if you haven't noticed it yet, I kinda live and breathe for reviews... haha.. No pressure on you guys X-D

A ray of sun hit him in the face. Annoyed he flipped over, turning his back to the window. Kirya mirrored his motions in sleep, ending up with them spooning. A content sigh escaped her lips, as she pressed herself closer to him.
It was almost too much for him. What the fuck am I doing?

This was nowhere near his usual style, cuddling like some human teenage boy. Well, there was an occasion after all, he thought. He´d never expected to taste her blood again. He had thought he'd come to terms with the fact that she was living her life, without him in it. It was better that way.

He had watched from a distance as she grew into a woman. And he admitted to himself had taken quite some pleasure in getting on her nerves through the last couple of years. Stefan had of course always been in the way.

Absentminded he rubbed small circles with his thumb on her hip.
He´d missed her, and the night before it had almost felt like the old Kirya had been back. The strong and independent girl who had taken her life into her own hands, and chose to be with him. Wanted to be with him.

He should leave, he realized. In his mind he was already thinking about her as Kirya, the girl he used to know. But in reality the woman next to him was Alice, succesful lawyer moving up in the world.
There was absolutely no way things could go back to the way they had been in those months.

He sighed, breathing in her scent, savoring it for one last time. Then he slowly started untangling himself from her. He hadn´t cared to undress the night before, so he just stood up let a hand run through his hair.

She seemed so small in the bed all alone.

He couldn´t help but smile a bit. Who would have thought that the infamous Damon Salvatore had spent a night with a girl, without actually sleeping with her? He turned around and zipped, vampire speed, to the door. He turned around to have one last look at her. He was met by her bright blue eyes staring right back at him.

"Going somewhere?"

He leaned nonchalantly against the wall, giving her the most selfconfident smirk he could muster.

"You know, places to be, people to see... and eat." He added the last for good measure.

She sat up groggy, rubbing her eyes. Even with her ruffled morning look, she looked incredibly sexy, and Damon wondered once again why the hell he hadn´t jumped her when he had the chance.

She wasn´t freaking out yet, but he knew it would come.

"Well, shouldn´t you at least have a cup of coffee before you start on your busy day?" She didn´t wait for him to answer before she jumped out of bed and headed for the build-in kitchen in the room.

The apartment was small, he realized. Only one room used as living room, bed room and kitchen all in one. It wasn´t the kind of home he would have thought a well paid lawyer would own.

He just watched her while she quickly started brewing coffee.
"Do you take it with milk or sugar?" she asked over her shoulder.

He let out a breath walking over, taking a seat by the small table.
"Neither. Black for me."

She nodded and soon after placed a steaming mug in front of him, before taking a seat herself on the opposite side of the table.

"So, sneaking out..." she mused, lifting an eyebrow. "Seems a little clichéed."

He just shrugged. "It´s a classic. Works every time." Then as a second thought he added. "Except when the hostess wakes up and offers coffee. But I guess that´s just a bonus." He took a deep swig enjoying the way the hot liquid burned his throat and seemed to spread warmth in his body.

She nodded like she understood perfectly. They slipped into comfortable silence.

"Alice..." Damon trailed off, not sure what he had been about to say.

"Huh?" she seemed to have been lost in thought. Then suddenly a smile shot across her face a mischievous glint entered her eyes.

"I think I remember you calling me something completely else yesterday?" she managed to let the statement sound more like a question.

Shit.
And for the first time in his unddead life Damon was at a loss of words. He had no idea how to talk himself out of his word slip. Finally he went for the obvious if not very flattering explanation.

"Yeah, about that. I kinda mixed you up with a girl I met the other night."

The freaking out would start in aproximately ten seconds, Damon calculated, putting down his mug.

"That's funny," her face didn't show any emotion. "I don't seem to recall being with you any other nights this week." She hesitated, and then added, seemingly as an after thought. "Of course, now I think of it, you might have compelled me to forget?"

"I don't quite follow you there?"

"Well, since I just seemed to remember last night that I'm both Alice and Kirya, I just find it pretty hard to understand how you could have slept with Kirya any other night than tonight. It's a thing I'm pretty sure I would remember. You know at least have a vague memory of it."

When he didn´t respond, she continued. "And since I've apparently been thoroughly compelled before, it could have happened again."

Damon narrowed his eyes. Had she just said what he thought she had..?
"Kirya?" it came out almost as a whisper