"You're staring..."
"Quite the opposite, I'm observing!"
"That still means: You're staring and not admitting to be staring. If on the contrary you really were observing you would share your theory on that girl next to Matt with me right now. But I bet your thought are momentarily just blank besides a tiny, but overwhelming picutre in your head, where you are sucking blook from her sweet and soft neck..."

"You're soooo right and sooo clearvoyant Caroline..."
"You're welcome Damon," Caroline was all-smiles,
"And now, shut up!" Damon not so much.
"Oh, what a shame. And here I was hoping I could tell you some very important things about her, but if you rather want wo switch subjects..." Her smirk was pure evil and she loved every minute about it. For once she could make him squirm and not the other way around.

Damon tried to keep his cool but Caroline noticed a little nervous twitch around his icy-blue pupils, giving away how interested he really was. "Come on Caroline, don't be a tease! You know you can't keep a secret..."
"That's true," she chirped, "but for the longer half of the evening I probably could..."

Damon moaned into his half-empty glass of bourbon, violently grabbed Caroline's arm and thereby turned her, so she was fully facing him.
"You know you can't hurt me," she still managed to sound rather chipper.
"Don't tempt me Blondie! Just say what you have to say and I'll leave you alone..."
Again Caroline smiled, now very close to his face: "Good to know how smitten you are, how bad you want her! So, just to warn you off: She's Matt's cousin - don't go there Damon Salvatore!"

"Excellent!" With a wide smile he let go of her arm and took another sip of his whiskey. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought I'd be taking his new girlfriend away from him. And we wouldn't want that, since he hasn't had the best of luck in that departement lately..." He made a pause, heavy with meaning and just glanced at Caroline for a second, she was fuming. But Damon wasn't done yet: "I couldn't really tell if they were related, they touch each other quite often, don't you think?"
"As I said: They're just cousins, not brother and sister. So maybe you wouldn't exactly call it incest if the two of them hit it off..."
Damon made a face: "You should seriously think about contacting a therapist. Your fantasies are all over the place my dear..."
"Bite me Damon, I'm out of here!" Caroline turned on her heel before he could stop her and walked out of the 'MYSTIC GRILL'.

Damon pouted: "I would if you let me Blondie!" Now he had to think of a way to get closer to the lovely lady in the back. He thought about roughly intruding the idle banter and chitchat of the group around Matt and the mysterious new girl he had never seen in Mystic Falls before. They were sitting around a table in the sternmost corner of the bar. He could just introduce himself and try to charm his way into her little heart. But that would be too obvious. Compelling a beautiful, tasty woman and feeding on her had been a lot easier for him about a year ago. Now, with several people knowing about the vampires in town, consuming vervain and all the other fancy stuff, it was getting difficult. He was still interested in keeping a low profile. In addition to this he wasn't exactly in Matt's good graced right now. He was still suspicious of Damon and after everything that had happened, who would blame him for that? Matt wouldn't let Damon sit with him and his cousin without keeping a sharp eye on him. So, he had to be patient and wait for a chance to get what he craved. The longer he watched her and thought about it, the more he craved what he couldn't have right away. Maybe he should try to be a little bit more of a 'Ripper' like Stefan in his darkest days. Morals and ethics sucked pretty much.

Jeez - why did he have to think about Stefan's 'Ripper'-times? That always led straight to Elena - memories. Memories he would have cherished if Stefan's and his role had been reversed by now, but concerning her - they weren't. In the end she had forgiven his little brother everything he had done and run right back to him. All Stefan had had to do was to be extra broody, distant, remorseful and back on bunny-blood. Just one look out of his big, sad eyes had sent her back in his arms. At least that was how it felt to Damon. Pathetic! Real pathetic! Like some episode of "Little house on the prairie!"

"Two beer and one gin-tonic please?" A soft, but confident voice interrupted his thoughts. Matt's new cousin was standing next to him on her toes, leaning across the bar to shout her order over the noise in the 'Grill'.

"Actually, make that two gin-tonic," she added, smiling at the man behind the counter. Nearby Damon could not only smell her distinctive human odor, but also her perfume that made him go weak at the knees. Something sweet, yet fresh and oriental. DOLCE & GABBANA meets PACO RABANNE, presumably. Her hair was a little lighter than Elena's, with more shades of red in it and the way that it was cut short, just a little over her chin made it very curly and herself look younger than he assumed she really was.

"Can I see some ID please," the bartender asked harshly before he even started preparing her drinks. The girl sighed audibly and rolled her eyes, then grabbed her purse and fumbled with several cards before she shoved her ID under the bartender's nose. He nodded his apologies and got his job started. While pocketing her card she silently cursed: "You should think at 26 you'd be over that, but no..." With Damon's superhearing it was no problem to pick up on that. He turned to her on his barstool and seized his chance: "Like it of not, in a few years time you'll be grateful for everyone who thinks you're an underage drinker. But I guess, beautiful women like you never really grow old..."

Hearing this she also turned to him, a smile playing on her rosy lips and around her eyes. They were disturbingly blue, like a summer sky. At a second glance they were also a bit odd. One had a few brown spots around the iris, the other hadn't. Her face was kind of pale so that Damon was even more drawn to the whole lot of freckles that were blooming on her cheeks, nose and forehead. She was probably the type of girl that had freckles all over her knees and shoulders as well. He would have liked to count them on the spot.

"I'm sorry, but that was like the lamest pick-up line I've ever heard in my life."
Damon shrugged and gave his best to put on a shy smile "Yeah, I know, but I just had to say something to you."
"Why?" She still smiled up at him.
"Because you're gorgeous and I'd like to get to know you..."
She smirked - quite a bit sassy, he thought. "Get to know me? Or get to know the way I'd cry out your name when you fu..."
"Wooaah," Damon raised his hands: "Someone's being blunt..." Maybe he should have tried the eye-thing directly. He didn't have her down for the aggressive type.
"Yeah, so - I like to cut to the chase." She didn't even blush by saying all this. Damon had thought of her being the shy and quiet one, but far from it! This was getting more and more interesting by the minute.
So he kept digging: "And, would you?"
"What?"
"Cry out my name, if I fucked you..."
Still no blushing: "Maybe... if you have a nice name and you do a good job - if I was satisfied, then definitely... I'm a screamer - just in case you were wondering." She answered without contemplating her words too long.
"Great! Now I got a world-class hard-on, thank you very much."
She laughed heartily, right into his eyes and paid for her drings at the same time: "You're welcome... what was your name again?"
"Damon! My name's Damon." For the weirdest reason he had the urge to clear his throat, but he resisted. She took her tablet with the drinks and made to leave, but then she leaned into him to whisper into his ear: "DAMON..." She let his name roll softly over her tongue and then sighed in a way that made hie ears throb, sending signals straight into his groins. "I'm sure that's a nice name to be crying at the top of one's extatic lungs..." And with that she left to sit with Matt and his other friends.

Oh boy! She hadn't a clue what she had just done. Damon was thunderstruck and she hadn't even touched him.