Forever Young

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

Author: Egyptian Kiss

Pairing: Damon/OC

Rating: MA

Summary: Kendria Fell was Mystic Falls queen before she left for a 4 year education at NYU. Now that she's back with an architectural degree in hand, she plans to build her life anew. Werewolves, vampires, and jealous sisters aside;Kendria is about to discover a centuries old family secret.

Chapter One

The Mystic Grill smelled like alcohol, sweat, and cheeseburgers. A slow song played on an old jukebox in the back by the pool tables, the hanging lamps giving a yellow cast to the atmosphere, and people chattering about day to day gossip hummed in the air. Kendria smiled. She was back home.

College had been a breeze. Four years in and then she was sprung with a degree in Architecture and a piece of paper with her name typed on it. Her mind flashed to Denny and Rachel and Cora – her apartment housemates. They had met when Denny pledged to a Frat as a Frosh and Rachel and Cora were taking Kendria around campus to learn the lay of the land as sophomore advisors. They were her pillars through her college years and looking around the homey bar she'd grown up eating in; Kendria wished they were with her. Rachel would be flirting with any guy in a ten foot radius of her and Cora would be shooting Jack like a pro. Denny would probably complain about the lack of night life before wiping the floor with any of the fools willing to challenge him at pool. And Kendria would roll along for the ride, high on happiness and a few shots of Cora's poison. Ah, college life, it would be missed.

Scanning the bar, Kendria sauntered in, staring at the décor – it had that Irish pub feel to it and the look of a nice restaurant. Booths were packed with teens that had only gotten out of class a few hours earlier and were complaining about upcoming finals. Families were interspersed in the crowd at wooden tables with sturdy, hand carved chairs. A few people lingered standing around tables and girls danced with reluctant boyfriends by the jukebox blaring in the backroom of the Grill.

"Can I seat you?" asked a cute, blond waiter. He had watery blue eyes and a slightly crooked nose. The way he smiled and the way he stood politely waiting cried boy-next-door.

"Actually I'm going to take a seat at the bar but thanks hun," Kendria said, smiling at him with a wink. He blushed and Kendria fought to control the silly grin fighting to tease her lips.

"You look familiar," he said and Kendria glanced at his nametag – Matt D.

"What's your last name?" Kendria asked.

She couldn't deny knowing almost everyone in town, by last name at least. Kendria Fell was a part of the prestigious Fell family that Fell's Church was originally named for, and due to circumstances of birth, Kendria had been raised as a proper lady with a four-year-running Miss Mystic Falls sash collection from high school to prove it.

"Donovan. I'm Matt Donovan. Sorry I should probably have introduced myself first," he said sheepishly, scratching behind his left year and he gave Kendria a lopsided grin that made her smile.

"Little Matty D? It's me, Kendria Fell. I used to babysit you and Vicki when your mom worked at the travel agency for two years. I'd swing by to snag you from middle school after I got out of class," Kendria exclaimed. She had been a sophomore in high school and the money she earned from picking them up and making them dinner five nights a week for two years had contributed to her college fund.

He looked at me confused for a second and then started laughing. He called something over his shoulder and Kendria watched as a very grown up Vicki stumbled out of the ladies room to their right by the bar and laugh at some guy she bumped into. He was young, maybe 15, and his sloppy, longish hair made him look like a slacker, that and the headphones attached to his neck and the bagged out jeans and graphic tee. Kendria had seen a lot of his type in high school, cute; nice; funny; druggy. Vicki redirected toward us after glaring angrily at the guy.

"Vick. Look who it is. Kendria Fell," Matt told her excitedly and Kendria smiled at her. She had become very pretty, as Kendria had always suspected she would, and her smile lit up her whole face. Long light brown hair and big, bright, white teeth that beamed at Kendria. She looked slender, almost too thin, and slightly strung out. She reminded Kendria of Cora – except Cora had blonde and pink hair.

"Kendria? Oh my God, you're back. I remember when you left for NYU. What was New York like? How was college?" Vicki hummed with nervous energy as she wiped at her raw, red nose and Kendria's brow wrinkled.

"Good. New York is after all the city that never sleeps. I just graduated from college life two weeks ago." Kendria blew a long piece of blue black hair out of her eyes and brushed her fingers through her side swept bangs. She wondered who would trim her layers and touch up her naturally blond roots when it came time for a retouch on her hair. The troubles of moving from one city to another.

"And you came back here?" Vicki asked, eyebrows rising as she glanced around at the Mystic Grill in what Kendria was convinced was an excellent impersonation of herself four years earlier.

Mystic Falls is a sleepy town with a long winded, boring history and very few opportunities for the adventuresome youths who grew up there, as far as Kendria Fell had been concerned college had been a ticket out. She'd been in parades, on floats, in clubs, on cheerleading squad, at every school game, to every high school party, and in every contest that challenged her ability to sing, act, dance, or perform like her mother's little china doll.

Kendria thought about her whole dysfunctional family as she looked at Matt and Vicki standing side by side smiling. She had never had that kind of camaraderie with her siblings.

Her older brother Logan Fell had become some big shot news reporter and moved as far away from Mystic as a plane could carry him, and now that he was 26, Kendria was lucky to hear from him once a year at Christmas time. They were only four years apart in age, but he was probably four thousand miles across the globe.

Her younger sister Rebecca Fell had embraced the tea-party life their mother pushed on them, following in Kendria's famed footsteps long before Kendria handed over her tiaras and sashes and traded up for an out-of-state education. Kendria could only imagine how happy 17 year old Rebecca would be at her re-arrival in town – not.

Her youngest sister Georgia Fell had taken more to Logan's way of thinking and after advancing four grades and winning a private scholarship to a European boarding school, Georgia had left the country – and she had only been thirteen. The day Kendria picked up the phone to hear that news she'd been in the middle of her Intro to Psych class junior year, and she'd completely ditched her group presentation on the brain. Kendria had never spent much time with Georgia because Georgia kept to herself and cared about school more than anything, including relationships. They were separated by eight years in age, but it might as well have been eighty for the handful of conversations that their sisterly bond had been forged from.

And where were Blaire and Henry Fell in all of this? What did they think of their children? Well Kendria wouldn't know much about how her parents felt about anything, let alone her siblings because they were always involved in some charity event, or traveling to another country, or starting another corporate empire, or opening a chain of antique stores along the West coast. Kendria knew her mother thought Rebecca was the family jewel because where Kendria had failed – and because Kendria refused to marry someone with a founding families last name right out of high school, she had indeed failed her mother – Rebecca had already chosen her one and only. Rebecca Fell had hooked up with the cousin of Tyler Lockwood, Nathaniel Lockwood, who stood to gain millions the day he turned 21.

"Yeah, I came back here," Kendria said, walking toward the bar, Donovan siblings in tow.

"How come? I mean, this place is pitsville. Who would willingly come back to Mystic Misery anyway?" Vicki groaned when Kendria sat on a round, black leather stool by the shiny wood bar top, and ordered a dirty martini from the butch looking woman on the other side. Kendria pulled out her ID for the bartender as she responded to Vicki.

"Shit happens. I wanted a change of pace. City life was fun, but I need a vacation from the hustle. And I missed my friends," Kendria said.

Kendria did miss her friends. Growing up in Mystic Falls she had had a lot of friends, a lot of them liked her more for her last name than for her personality, but she had three true girlfriends. First there was her brother's ex-girlfriend Jenna Sommers, several years her senior and apparently a surrogate mom to her niece and nephew, according to her last email. Then there was Victoria Knowlton who graduated two years ahead of Kendria and now had settled down with the third cousin of a Forbes and had taken happily to being a stay at home mother of two. Lastly there was Belle Jacobs – her partner in crime in all things. They must have been separated at birth, people joked, because Kendria and Belle shared one mind. Belle was rebellious – many play on words had given her Rebel as a nickname back in the day. They had smoked cigarettes together between classes, they had died their blond hair funky colors during lunch in the girl's room at school, they had lost their virginity to the same person (at different times), and they both lived to draw. Granted, Belle drew landscapes and portraits while Kendria drew buildings and structures, but together they had dominated every high school art class Mystic Falls High offered. Emails, phone calls, spring break visits- they all had somehow managed to stay in contact.

"Here you go Miss," the bartender said gruffly, placing the martini on a napkin in front of Kendria.

"What year are you now?" Kendria asked Matt and Vicki over my shoulder, turning to them while sipping from the delicate glass. The burn of liquor warmed her stomach and Kendria felt exhaustion settled in for the first time all day, she'd been driving since midmorning and it was already mid-afternoon, early evening.

"I'm a senior and Vick's a sophomore," Matt replied, tugging the tea towel over his shoulder and then he bent to wipe the bar by Kendria's glass.

"And we work here four days a week to pay the bills 'cause mom's off with whatever boyfriend she's screwing this week," Vicki added. Matt shot her a dirty look and Vicki rolled her eyes at him. Vicki's deceptively pretty features hid an ugly resentment.

"You shouldn't talk about her like that," Matt said. He had always been the protective, loyal type. Kendria remember how he used to fuss over Vicki in middle school and how he'd always acted like the provider – things haven't changed that much.

"Whatever, man. I got tables. Call me Kendria. We'll party. I got the hook up," she said, miming a phone with her hand as she walked backwards smiling at Kendria.

Shaking her head, Kendria smiled into her martini. Matt gave Kendria the once over and she crossed her legs. She hadn't been checked out lately and even though Matt was still in high school, he was cute and Kendria saw no reason not to give him a glance. Her black leggings and grey slouch boots shaped the contours of her long legs and high waist, a royal blue ruffle top clung in flirty drapes in waving shades of blue, and her long, wavy hair tumbled over her slender shoulder to her waist.

"You grew up nice, Matt," Kendria whispered to him, sipping from her glass with a sexy tilt of her head.

He looked awkward and nervous but excited and if someone hadn't walked in at that moment to catch his attention, Kendria was fairly certain he would have made a move. Little Matty D making a move on me, Kendria thought, shaking her head. She needed to find some lucky guy and get out some of her stress and all the tension she was carrying in her shoulders.

"Elena," Matt said, hopping from Kendria's side to the door a few feet back, and Kendria peered at the newcomers.

Long, dark brown hair that rippled like a rum waterfall, wide dark brown eyes, tanned skin, small body – Kendria could see the appeal of the girl's features. Sort of old world and exotic looking, Kendria thought. Her eyes wondered to the spiky haired hottie behind her. He had golden brown hair, forest flecked green eyes, and an intense, brooding persona accompanied with thick eyebrows and a furrowed forehead. Dark and brooding – and clearly obsessed with the dark haired girl. Next to them stood a chirpy looking blond whose head was turned toward a pretty African American girl with an underbite and flawless, silky skin. When the blonde turned her head, Kendria shrieked.

"Caroline Forbes!" Kendria squealed, jumping up from her seat and nearly running Matt and the rest of the group over, hurtling the distance to hug her.

"Kendria," Caroline shouted and her pretty, light features lit up. "Your back!"

"Hell yes, I'm back," Kendria exclaimed, pulling back to examine how much Caroline had grown.

Caroline was a natural beauty- gorgeous milky skin, delicate nose and lips, light green eyes, and a body that rocked. Her glowing blonde hair reminded Kendria of her own natural color and she wondered again about her roots, but pushed that insignificant thought aside. Caroline had also been one of Kendria's babysitting jobs, but they had bonded in a way Kendria never had with her blood sisters. They had giggled over boys together, gone clothes shopping together, talked about the birds and bees when Caroline was old enough – they had been solid until Kendria left for college.

"Someone got beautiful and didn't text me about it," Kendria teased, twirling the shoulder length blond hair around one of her long fingers – they were pianist fingers, and Kendria knew how blessed she was to have them because she had been subjected to enough recitals and motherly demands to have it drummed in farthest memories.

"Well if I got beautiful you turned into a full on hottie. God, college did you good. I love the hair," Caroline tittered and Kendria heard the dark skinned girl clear her throat.

"Hi I'm Kendria," Kendria greeted the others, shaking their hands in turn.

The hot guy brooding over the dark haired girl was Stefan and his obsession was Elena (the girl Matt had gotten all squirmy for) and then there was Bonnie.

"We're here to get something to eat and play pool. Wanna join?" Caroline asked with pep and Kendria shrugged.

"Sure. Let me grab my drink," Kendria said, but Matt had already retrieved it with a small smile and had handed it her.

"I'll take you to a table," Matt said, eyes devouring Elena from her black tee to her jeans and down to her tennis shoes. Kendria saw the pretty trappings, but Elena had said very little and her arm was possessively drawn around Stefan's waist. Elena clearly felt threatened.

They settled into the uncomfortable looking wood chairs and Kendria upended her martini and asked Matt to refill it before slipping him a twenty.

"That's too much," Matt argued.

Kendria leveled him a look.

"What's that saying in the customer service industry?" Kendria asked, tapping her chin sarcastically, eyes twinkling, "Something like, the customer's always right?"

He scoffed and Vicki stopped at the table with a pad and pen in hand, looking stoned off her ass. Ah the days of reckless fun.

"Scoot Matt, this is my table," Vicki said writing down Kendria's dirty martini and popping her gum at him.

"But Kendria –" he tried and I shooed him with a wink that made him blush even when he shot Elena a look of desire. She ignored him. Bitch, Kendria thought, narrowing her eyes.

"I'll take a salad, no croutons, no dressing, and a glass of water," Caroline ordered.

"Ew, Care, that's not healthy. You haven't eaten today," Bonnie said, Vicki scribbling uncaringly.

"I'm going to be Miss Mystic Falls and if I have to trim a few meals, well than that's what I'm going to do," Caroline replied.

"I never crash dieted before the contest, Caroline. It's not healthy and you look better with curves anyway. Plus you have the hot blonde factor working for you," Kendria offered.

"Sorry but no carbs will pass these lips until that sash and crown are mine," Caroline said, folding her arms over her chest.

"I'll take a cheeseburger and fries," Kendria said. "And make my martini a double."

"Rock the martini," Vicki said, winking.

"Chicken strips," Bonnie said.

"I'll just have a Coke," Elena said.

"Sugar, Elena, sugar. You're in this thing too, you know. You need to stay fit. We can't all look like Kendria naturally," Caroline preached, tsking. Kendria cracked up.

"I do not diet," Kendria stated. "And neither should you. They don't work."

"I think Elena is perfect," Stefan intoned, wrapping an arm over the back of the seat behind Elena's shoulder as she snuggled into his side.

"Cute, but the couple thing gets old fast. Seriously Elena, think about the calories. Make it a diet, Vicki," Caroline persisted.

"Whatever," Vicki said. She looked at Stefan with glazed eyes but he said a simple "nothing for me thanks" and she was off.

"God, she's so trashy. I mean, seriously, I love Matt, but Vicki's always stoned," Caroline said, not bothering to whisper. Kendria had always found Caroline's uncensored opinions endearing, but Caroline had grown catty since Kendria had left.

"Hey, Vicki has it hard," Kendria said.

"Yeah, her mom's not around and her dad ran off when they were little. She and Matt both have to work to make ends meet," Elena said. Kendria liked her a little better.

"You guys are just too nice to tell the truth. That girl's trouble and if your brother isn't careful, Elena, he's going to go exactly where she is – nowhere," Caroline said as Vicki came back with another martini and the rest of their drinks.

"At least I'm not a grade-A bitch, Caroline Forbes," Vicki said, smiling through her angry words.

"You sure about that?" Caroline asked, raising a single eyebrow.

"Hey, do I have to call a time out?" Kendria asked in her 'mom' voice. They both knew that voice well, Caroline even more so than Vicki because Kendria had babysat for Sheriff Forbes since her husband took a hike when Kendria was 14 and just starting as a freshman at Mystic High. They both looked at Kendria funny.

"I'm too old for a time out," Vicki said, smiling nicely.

"And I'm not afraid of what my mom'll say," Caroline added. That had been Kendria's main bargaining chip; straighten up or I'll tell your mom. It worked better when the mom was the sheriff.

Taking the martini in two swallows, Kendria held her glass up to Vicki with a shake. "I'm dry. I'll abstain from putting you in the corner if you'll get me another," Kendria teased Vicki and she took it, glaring pointedly at Caroline who returned the gesture, and then she strutted away. She stopped to talk to that same rough-around the edges cutie Kendria had seen her talk to earlier and he passed her a bottle of something that tic-ticked with a familiar pills-on-plastic sound.

"Did you see that? Jer just gave Vicki Donovan something," Caroline stage-whispered to Elena. Stefan glanced at Vicki's disappearing figure, and then at the kid.

"I don't know what to do about him," Elena said, sighing, and rubbing her temples.

"He's a nightmare lately, Elena. He came to history stoned yesterday," Bonnie informed her.

Bonnie, Elena, and Caroline seemed close, and Kendria vaguely remembered Elena and Bonnie from their pre-teen days when clothes and boy crushes were the main highlight of their lives – it seemed that drugs and sex were the only added differences.

"He'll come around. He's still grieving. He needs time," Stefan said softly, his intense gaze was locked with Elena's and they looked smitten. Kendria noted the way his arm settled behind Elena but wasn't touching her. Lots of mixed signals.

"Another martini," Vicki chimed and Kendria smiled, sipping slowly at it.

Vicki handed Kendria her burger and the ketchup, tossed a dressing-drenched salad at a protesting Caroline, and dropped the chicken strips noisily on the table top in front of Bonnie. She disappeared after Kendria caught her hand and slipped her a twenty.

"Big tipper?" Stefan asked Kendria once she'd taken a mouthful of cheeseburger. It was well done with a nice steamed bun. Mystic Grill burgers still taste amazing, Kendria thought.

"Sometimes. I babysat Vicki and Matt. Plus I waitressed at a Pizza place in New York all through freshman and sophomore year. Tips keep you going when your job sucks," Kendria explained and she felt a gob of ketchup hit the back of her hand and licked at the corner of her mouth. She licked the back of her hand and laughed when Caroline held out a napkin to her, nose wrinkled at the calories.

"You lived in New York?" Bonnie asked, her eyes lighting with interest for the first time.

"I just graduated from NYU. I went there the last four years," Kendria said, digging into her fries.

"Just watching you eat that I gained five pounds," Caroline said glibly, grinning. She was fretting with her salad and Kendria noticed the beautiful floral scarf that went with her patterned dress.

"I love that scarf," Kendria said to her as Caroline grumbled about Vicki and bad service.

Perking up, Caroline teased at where it tied and both Stefan and Elena exchanged a mute look.

"What's New York like?" Bonnie asked, bringing them back to the topic at hand.

Kendria explained the buildings and architecture of the city, the life of the city at night, what it was like to party in the dorms, and the grueling, academic challenges NYU offered. She told them about some of her misdeeds with Denny, Rachel, and Cora, and Caroline had grown green with envy by the end of the conversation.

"Stefan's new to town too," Caroline chirped as Kendria finished off her fourth martini and signaled Vicki for another. Vicki was a decent, attentive waitress, Kendria would give her that.

"Really? Where you from?" Kendria asked, accepting her new drink from Vicki as a nice buzz and warmth encompassed her. She felt giggly and tipsy. Always fun.

"Originally I'm from Mystic Falls, but I only just returned from visiting a friend and traveling the country. I wanted to finish out school in my hometown," Stefan said smoothly and Elena had that enamored puppy dog look in her eyes as she mooned over his every word.

"And he has one sexy older brother," Caroline said.

"Sexy older brother you say?" Kendria said, her tone flirty and fun as they migrated to the pool tables. Kendria hated pool because she was so bad at it. Give her beer pong any day. Or darts. Pool equaled suck-tastic for Kendria and she laughed at herself when she could barely break against Elena and Stefan, Caroline being her competent partner while Bonnie stood to the sidelines frowning at the door.

"You still suck at this," Caroline sing-songed as she took her shot and sank three balls before scratching.

"I have other more useful talents than being a pool shark, Caroline," Kendria said, drinking her fifth martini slower, leaning on the table, head tilted to one side as Elena flirted openly with Stefan.

"I'm wounded. Being a pool shark has been very good to me," said a new masculine voice and Kendria's abdomen tightened before she turned to receive the visual that belonged to that voice.

Sin from head to toe. Dark hair, forget-me-not blue eyes, lips that said kiss me, and the bod and clothes to match. He wore a black fitted shirt; black jeans that cupped a delicious ass; and a leather jacket that completed the epitome of walking sex. He was a billboard come to life, Kendria thought and she licked her lips and the rim of her martini glass. His eyes found her and a smirk settled at the corners of his lips as he stripped Kendria naked with his eyes. Her body visibly shivered.

"Damon," Caroline said salaciously, her hands coming to rest on the edge of the pool table, arms drawn together, chest thrust out for attention.

"Hey," he said, eyes roving the group. They locked on Elena for a second and then Stefan and finally back to Kendria – she used the reprieve to collect her cool and smiled a winning smile at him.

"What do you want, Damon?" Stefan asked, hands braced on Elena's shoulders. She looked horrified and Bonnie looked confused and upset.

Glass shattered and everyone turned. Vicki came up to the pool table. She had dropped her tray, which had Kendria's next/last martini on it and a line of shots for the rowdy group of men in the back at the other table.

"Stupid bitch, those were our drinks," shouted one of the guys wearing a beer hat and jeans that rolled up under the flab of his beer belly.

"Yeah and she did you a favor because that flap of fat doesn't need the calories," Kendria told him, hands on hips as she turned in that table's direction, and then she stooped to help Vicki collect the broken glass.

"Sorry, sorry," Vicki whispered shakily and Kendria shushed her.

"Please, like those rednecks need anymore. Or me for that matter. I can't be plowed when I go home. I'll get this. Go get Matt or somebody to help clean up," Kendria instructed. Vicki got up again, her eyes looking at Damon puzzlingly for a minute, and then she took off in a fast run toward the bar.

Shoes appeared in front of Kendria's eyes and she glanced up to see Damon crouching down to help her. She moved to sweep up the smaller bits with her hand and ended up getting it mostly on the tray. One piece caught in her palm and sliced open a nick at the center of her palm.

"Fuck," Kendria said, hissing, and she jerked her hand back.

Lightening quick, Damon caught her hand and held it. Their eyes met over where his hand held hers suspended between them. The blue of his eyes was breath taking, moving, warming, exciting, shivery – it was a whole lot of things that Kendria hadn't been familiar with in a very long time. Not since her last boyfriend a couple years back when she was still a freshman in college.

"Let me see," he murmured and Kendria's mind clouded over in a haze of seduction. She pictured herself with him in her bedroom on her queen sized bed with her satin white sheets. She pictured his lips closing over her breast, tongue teasing the nipple, and when she felt the wet press of his tongue on her palm the sensation was real and stimulating. Kendria moaned and closed her eyes, mouth opening a little as she gasped.

"Damon!" Stefan shouted and the thunder in it caused Kendria to snap back to the present.

Kendria blushed a pretty shade of pink when he smirked at her and she jerked up to a stand. Matt had shown up to help and he looked uncomfortable again as he shifted from foot to foot while Vicki stood back further. Kendria glanced to see Bonnie looking appalled, Elena disgusted, Stefan angry, and Caroline glowering. Not what she had hoped to accomplish her first night back.

"Can I get you another drink?" Damon offered Kendria, grinning rakishly.

Her nipples were still hard at the thought of his lips on her skin.

"I'm good thanks," Kendria said, leaning against the pool table short of breath.

"You need a band-aid?" Matt asked. He cleared up the mess faster than Kendria could have and he didn't cut himself once.

Taking a closer look at her palm, Kendria sighed. An angry pinkish red line split open half her palm and blood was still trickling out.

"I think I'll need a bandage. Can I see your towel?"

Matt stripped off his white and red checkered tea towel and Kendria pressed it against her palm while Matt took off to find a band-aid. Stefan was backing up from the pool table, eyes focused on her, and Kendria's brows flexed.

"He can't stand the sight of blood," Elena supplied.

"One of the cruelest ironies of life," Damon mocked. Elena glared at him and Bonnie excused herself to leave. Caroline said Bonnie was her ride and she gave Kendria a half-hearted hug.

White and blue labeled package in hand, Vicki came up and started administering to Kendria's hand.

"Does it sting?" Vicki asked.

"Not really. If I can stand getting a tattoo, I can take a cut," Kendria explained.

"A tattoo? Where?" Vicki asked, thrilled all of a sudden.

"My lower back," Kendria said, wincing when the antiseptic stung away the bacteria.

"Tramp stamp," Damon announced, leaning against the pool table with a scotch in one hand.

"What of?" Vicki asked, glancing at Damon with another peculiar panicky look.

"Just a word," Kendria answered, shrugging.

"I'm going to go find Stefan. It was nice meeting you, Kendria," Elena said, heading toward the door. Her long hair swished behind her and Kendria thought she saw Damon staring at her ass as Elena left.

"You too," Kendria shouted after her.

"What word?" Damon asked.

"Dreamer," Kendria replied. They heard the group of guys from earlier hooting at Vicki as she left to grab their drinks.

Kendria felt her phone vibrating in her back pocket and looked away from Damon's amazing eyes long enough to check the caller. Rebecca, her sister was calling. Damn, Kendria thought, she had wanted more time at the bar before going home.

"Let me buy you a drink," Damon tried again and Kendria looked him in the eyes. Again the haze started to build, but when Kendria would have finally agreed, she felt someone bump her shoulder – Vicki.

"Hey can you give me a ride home? My shift ends in ten and Matt's on for another two hours," Vicki asked, shaking out her hair as she tugged out her hair band.

Glancing at Damon again, his hopeful smile so endearing and Kendria wanted to tell Vicki no. She wouldn't though. Kendria had done a great many things but fail to help a friend in need did not make the list.

"Sure, Vicki. Go clock out."

"No on the drink then?" Damon asked, his voice smoky and seductive. Bedroom eyes, he had bedroom eyes. Black sheets, candlelight, amazing sex; his eyes were a dangerous call to the wild side.

"Next time," Kendria promised.

"I'll hold you to that. It was an honor Miss Fell," he said with a bow that surprised, flattered, and charmed Kendria.

"My pleasure Mr…" Shit, it would help if she knew his last name.

"Salvatore. And the pleasure is all mine." Damon winked at her as she had winked at Matt, and then sauntered to the bar.

Vicki, flushed, came out of the back in a pair of flare jeans and a low cut top. She stopped one last time by Jeremy's table and then came to Kendria by the door.

"Alright. Mattie knows I'm headed out so let's book it," Vicki said, looping an arm through Kendria's as they made for the parking lot.

Kendria glanced back at the Mystic Grill, a pentacle of her youth and her life in Mystic Falls, and then put the key in the ignition.

A/N: Okay here's chapter one of my latest inspiration. Let me know what you think. Should I continue? EK!