Later that night, when Kirya was finally lying in her bed, she couldn't keep her thoughts away from him.

It was funny how it seemed that his personality had flipped, as soon as he had realized she was remembering.

The past couple of years when she knew him as her vampire client, he had been a first rate jackass, and always made her uncomfortable. Even that night where she had regained her memories, she had been scared of him several times. And not without cause. She could tell, that he had meant every threat, that had left his mouth.

Now? Well, she hardly recognized the way he acted from her first months with him either. She pondered a little while staring blankly into the air.

He seemed almost happy, and for her life she couldn't imagine how she, Kirya, could be the reason for that.

Of course they had been close in some fucked up way back then, but still. They had hardly ever had any kind of lengthy conversations. She had trusted him yes. And she believed he had trusted her, at least a little bit, in his own twisted way.

She guessed you could say that they had been living in symbiosis, or something like that. Both dependent on each other, for different reasons.

She wouldn't lie to herself, she had enjoyed her day with him. Not only spending time with him, but also letting him feed on her again. Somehow it felt like something she had missed all these years as Alice. An itch she hadn't been able to scratch, an itch she wasn't even able to locate. Her subconscious yelling at her that she was missing something big.

She sighed, turning over to get more comfortable between the sheets. She needed to sleep. Her brain was still fuzzy, and she was in no state to figure out anything useful. If there even was anything to figure out.

Semi-conscious she set the alarm to wake in the morning. She had to go to work.

The last thought going through her mind, before she fell asleep revolved, not around Damon, but his older brother. Stefan Salvatore is so not gonna approve of this. Whatever this is...

Damon had tuned his brother's lecture out. Instead he inspected his nails, stifling a fake yawn, just to annoy him. He had accidentally let slip, that he had been with Kirya most of the day. Big mistake of course. Stefan was a huge hater of vampire-human relationships, and Damon would probably never hear the end of it. Not that he and Kirya was in any kind of relationship anyway.

A thought struck him. Why was his little brother even in his apartment? He voiced the question, causing him to retrieve yet another angry look from Stefan.

"You're not even listening to what I say, are you?"

"Nope. But you still haven't answered my question. What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?"

"I needed to talk to you about something, and you weren't picking up your phone."

"Hmm." Damon was quickly lost in thoughts again, as Stefan immediately picked up on his ramblings.

He would need to have a human owner of this place. That way Stefan would need an invitation to get in, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna get it. Damon couldn't wait to see his face, and had to fight back the need to laugh. Maybe he should talk to Kirya about it. She could move in as well, if she wanted. The place was at least ten times the size of her flat, and he would enjoy the company...

Wait! What the fuck? Damon stiffened. Had he just been thinking about, hell, nearly planning, to have Kirya move in with him? What was wrong with him? Sure they had had a good time together, and yeah, her blood was intoxicating, she had a fabulous laugh and...

He mentally kicked himself. He had to take a step back, and start thinking rationally.

...besides, why would she even want to live with him?

Argh! This was ridiculous! What did he care for some human chick?

He didn't care, he decided. He was just having fun, with his hot lawyer, and annoying his stupid brother at the same time. That was what he had set out to do the other day, when she had come in begging for blood, and that was exactly what he was doing still.

His thoughts were cut short by something Stefan said.

Damon's eyes turned ice cold as the zoned in on Stefan. "What did you just say?" His voice was low, but he didn't doubt that he had heard him.

Stefan, surprised by his brothers sudden attention repeated his words.

"You'll have to compel her, or I could do it, if you have other stuff to do. I have an appointment with her tomorrow anyway."

Faster than lightning, Stefan was pushed off his feet, and pressed brutally against the wall. A framed painting crashing loudly to the floor.

"What the hell!" Stefan struggled against the steel grip that held him, but Damon had just fed, and Stefan was no match for him.

"Do that, and I promise you that you will be dead faster than you can say Salvatore Corporation," he pressed out through clenched teeth.

With that he let go and turned around to retrieve a bottle of bourbon. He changed his mind on the way though, grabbing a red wine instead. Bourbon reminded him too much of Kirya right now.

He didn't even know why he had reacted like he had.

He'd just decided that she meant nothing. He sighed putting the bottle to his lips. He had promised her that he would never compel her, and he would keep that promise, even extend it a bit as to protect her from others compulsion. She was letting him feed on her freely, so he guessed it was a reasonable price to pay. And sure in hell his brother wasn't gonna fuck with her head. Not when he'd just gotten her back.

Stefan was getting back on his feet, a puzzled look on his face. "Damon?"

Damon ignored him.

"Damon, you need to fill me in."

Damon gave him a cold gaze. "I don't need to do anything, brother. You on the other hand need to get the fuck out of my apartment."

Stefan was about to say something more, but Damon cut him off.

"Now."

His shoulders slumped, and he turned around and left.

It gave Damon a certain amount of satisfaction that he still was able to pull the big brother card on him.

The only problem in sending him away was that now he had absolutely no one to distract his mind from Kirya.

Fuck.

I hope Damon didn't come out to OOC. I'm trying to show how mixed up both Kirya's and Damon's feelings are. None of them know exactly what to but into whatever they are doing. Personally I don't think any one of them is feeling love ("whispering": not yet anyway :-D ), it's more like a mix of nostalgia and physical desire. Both of them lack any kind of intimate closeness and trust with other people, so they find it together.

And what better way to show it, than to let Damon threaten Stefan, and push him around a bit ;-)

I'm dying to know what you guys think, and if I managed to pull it off, so please (this never gets old...lol..) REVIEW!

Over and out ...