There's a little jab at Edward Cullen in here :)

And there's another time skip in this one.

Disclaimer: don't own Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. The plot and the OC's are my creations, though.


Part Three

"Do you think she'll show up?"

"Probably. I can't say I trust her, but she seemed serious about helping us."

Elena looked out the window. "I wonder where Stefan is," she sighed. "How he's doing."

"He's probably somewhere ripping some girl's throat out," Damon answered.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "That helped a lot."

"You're welcome."

She sent him an irritated glance before she went back to looking out the window, crossing her arms. "If she comes, I hope she does soon," she said. "I don't like this waiting. It feels like we're wasting time."

"She'll probably knock on the door any moment now," he said.

And there was a knock on the door.

"What did I tell you?" Damon told her smugly as he went to open the door to their hotel room with — as he'd promised — separate beds. He couldn't protect her if they had separate rooms.

"That's because you cheated," she retorted and turned around. "You heard her coming."

"Who, me? Cheating? I'd never do that," he answered cheekily. He opened the door and was just about to greet Cindy when he saw what she was wearing, and his eyebrows flew up instead.

"Hello, you two," Cindy chirped as she stepped into the room. "You haven't waited too long for me, have you?"

"Um. Cindy," Elena began hesitantly. "Did you walk through the entire city wearing that?"

Cindy pouted with her still show-stopping red lips from earlier that afternoon. "What's with the disbelieving tone? Of course I did."

"But you're—"

"You look like a hooker," Damon interrupted bluntly.

There was no other way to describe Cindy's new outfit. She was wearing some kind of semi-sheer plum-colored dress that clung to her curves like a second skin with lace trimming the hem, where garters were connected to her black thigh-high boots.

"What, you don't like it, Damon?" She grinned teasingly as she spun around on the spot to show off her body so he could see it to the fullest.

"It's very unusual," he commented.

She stopped, her abundant mass of curly two-toned hair swinging. "Maybe it's unusual for you, but for me this is casual wear."

"Casual wear. You're kidding me, right?"

"No, why would I do that?" Cindy said as she sat down in an armchair and then threw both her legs over the armrest. "I'm perfectly serious."

"Back to business," Damon began. "You said you know stuff about this. Why are you here?"

"I've already told you that. I'm hunting down a werewolf."

"And are you doing that alone?" he questioned pointedly.

"No," she answered and made herself more comfortable in the armchair with the same confidence and nonchalance a queen would have — very stripped down. "We're five all in all. We've been following the bitch from New Orleans for four months now and we still haven't been able to catch him." Then she shrugged. "Of course, that's probably because we've been slacking off since he left New Orleans two months ago."

"The werewolf's a he and you call him a bitch?" Damon said, his tone appreciative. "Nice."

"Sure. He deserves it," Cindy smirked.

"Why live in New Orleans?" Elena asked. "Aren't there better places to live in as a vampire?" She glanced at Damon.

"I moved there after reading Interview with the Vampire," Cindy admitted. "I've barely moved out of there since then. It works, because I usually stay indoors and come out at night. Also, I was turned when I was…twenty-two, and there are thirty-year-olds who look like they're twenty, so nobody comments my appearance because of that, really."

Elena looked closely at the female vampire. "I can't see a daylight ring," she said, puckering her eyebrows in confusion. "No necklace or bracelet either. How can you walk in the sun?"

"You didn't see it?" Cindy raised her eyebrows and then lifted one hand and circled her index finger over her stomach. "I've got a lapis lazuli belly button piercing instead." It was rather pretty, made of silver and a drop-shaped dark blue stone.

"You just want to be different from everyone else, don't you?" Elena said.

"I am different, even for a vampire. Anything else you're wondering about me?"

"When were you turned?" Elena asked, sitting down as well.

Cindy looked disapproving. "Do you really have to know that?" she said exasperatedly.

"Yes."

Cindy sighed, turned her back to them while remaining sitting and lifted up all of her hair. "What does the tattoo say?" she wondered, her tone rather bored.

"'Eternal 1657-1679'," Damon answered after taking a quick look at the black words written in calligraphy below the nape of her neck, with the years placed under the 'Eternal'. "How so?"

"That's the time I was a human," she replied, let go of her hair and resumed her nonchalantly reclining position. "The reason I've got it tattooed is because I can't remember it otherwise."

Age-wise Cindy was right in between Katherine and the Salvatore brothers, and older vampires usually remembered what they'd been through, yet she didn't.

"How come you don't remember?" Elena asked curiously.

"You must've done the same thing over and over if you don't even remember which year you were turned," Damon commented.

"That's true," she confirmed with a nod.

"So what have you been doing?"

Cindy smirked. "Whoring."

Elena and Damon blinked. "What?"

Her eyes twinkled in amusement. "Right," she drawled teasingly. "You don't know that."

"Know what?" Damon said.

"That I'm an ex-prostitute," Cindy answered lightheartedly.

"Well, that explains why you're walking around in your underwear in broad daylight."

"Old habits die hard," she told him, smiling wickedly.

"You mean you were a prostitute for over three hundred years?" Elena wondered with sympathy in her voice. "From when you were turned until recently?"

"No, I quit in the eighteen nineties, but other than that, yes, you're right."

"Why did you do it for such a long time?" she wondered. "It must've been really hard for you."

Cindy smiled friendlily at Elena's naivety. "Elena, I appreciate your concern, but I loved every minute of it. I wasn't forced to do it. I chose myself to become a prostitute."

"But why?"

"Honestly, can't you come up with a reason why?" Cindy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elena shook her head no.

Damon didn't say anything either.

She rolled her eyes. "Blood," she said in an it's-so-obvious-drawl. "It's the ultimate way of staying well-fed. All you have to do is to sit there and look pretty and let the food come to you. For free. With money." She grinned brightly at the ingenuity of it all. "Isn't it brilliant?"

"If you were a prostitute for that long, you should be pretty good in bed," Damon remarked.

She smirked triumphantly. "Practice makes perfect," she purred.

"So blood was the only reason?" Elena said.

Cindy chuckled. "You're desperate to find another reason why I did it, aren't you? It wasn't to fill an emotional void or something. I wasn't particularly fond of my husband, and after I'd died, I got over the man I was in love with."

"You were in love with someone?" Elena leaned forwards, intrigued. "Tell me. I want to hear."

Cindy looked surprised. "All right. Let's see…He was my husband's friend's cousin, I believe."

"Sounds complicated," Damon said.

She shrugged. "It wasn't. I was in love with him and he wasn't in love with me. Simple."

"What was he like?"

She laughed. "I have no idea. He's nothing more than a nameless person without a face now. I don't remember a single thing about him." A lopsided grin curved Cindy's mouth. "I don't get why you're so curious about my nonexistent love life. I can assure you my sex life is a lot more interesting. Although you probably don't wanna hear about that."

Damon smirked. "I wonder if it really is that great."

"I'd love to demonstrate, but Elena would probably mind." Her smirk was lecherous.

"But you wouldn't mind?"

"Please. Having sex in public is fun. Especially when other people are watching. I'll tell you one thing, though," she went on and straightened up a little. "I would love to meet Edward Cullen," she revealed delightedly.

Damon wrinkled his nose in dislike. "Why the hell would you wanna meet him?"

"Well, he's a mind-reader, so he can hear what others think and see pictures they think about, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

She smirked. "If I met him, I'd put some deliciously indecent pictures into his head until he's begging on his hands and knees for me to stop."

Damon gave her an amused smirk of approval while Elena rolled her eyes. "And would you stop?"

"Of course not. When he's on his hands and knees begging, I'd show him the heavy, kinky stuff." She looked pleased. "Damn, that'd be good. Too bad I can never do that."

"Are you finished with the sex talk?" Elena interrupted impatiently. "We still have a job to do."

"For your sake I am finished," Cindy said with an impish grin. "But I wasn't the one who got us off track."

"What exactly do you know about the werewolf?" Elena's voice was determined and allowed no nonsense.

"He was bitten by a werewolf so that's how he became one," Cindy began. "He's very hotheaded which is bad because he's very violent even when he isn't transformed." She looked thoughtful for a moment before she opened her mouth again. "It's possible he could be working with a vampire. He's actually more against other werewolves than vampires. That's probably because he never wanted to be a werewolf and now he takes out his anger on innocent people."

Elena nodded to show she understood. "What does he look like?" She ignored the somewhat weird look Damon gave her.

"He's pretty big, dark-haired and every time I've seen him he's been wearing a band T-shirt," Cindy described. "Oh, and he's got this huge tattoo all over his back going up to his hair and it's covering both his arms, too."

Damon and Elena looked at each other. "I think we've seen him," he said.

She immediately perked up. "What? You have?" she exclaimed disbelievingly. "When?"

"After you left earlier today," Damon answered. "He was talking to some blond dude."

Cindy muttered a curse under her breath and fished up a BlackBerry from her right thigh-high boot. "Is this the one you saw?" she wondered after she'd pressed a few buttons and showed them a photo.

"Definitely."

She chuckled humorlessly. "It's strange how the world works. You two see him just like that and I haven't seen him for almost two weeks." She looked up at them again. "Did you hear any names?"

"I only know that the blond one's called Reggie," Damon said.

A sort of amused, incredulous expression took over Cindy's face. "Reggie?" She let out a scoff. "That little cheating bitch," she cussed derisively.

"What, you know something about this Reggie?" Damon questioned.

"Well, the reason we couldn't come here this earlier today was because I was at Reggie's place," Cindy admitted.

"And what were you doing there?" Damon's tone of voice told her that she'd made a weird statement.

"Sleeping with him, of course," she drawled. "I may have stopped with the prostitution, but I'm still a slut. You said so yourself, remember?"

"So what's the deal about you and Reggie, aside from the obvious?" Damon asked.

"Nothing aside from the obvious which is sex," Cindy replied. "Although now it's confirmed that there's a collaboration between a werewolf and a vampire. Reggie's a young vampire, but a vampire nonetheless. He wouldn't be with a werewolf if he wouldn't gain anything from it. Reggie has this uncanny sixth sense so he always knows if there's a werewolf around. I don't know how he does it."

"What's the werewolf's name?" Elena wondered.

"Simon." Cindy's BlackBerry buzzed with an incoming message. Her eyebrows flew up at first, but then a rather evil grin curved her mouth. "Speak of the devil. They've got him." She shot up and over to the door, stopping only because Damon sped as well and slammed it shut.

"Where are you going?" he said threateningly.

"They've cornered both Simon and Reggie," she answered. "We're gonna take out both of them. I don't think Reggie will mind. He's into kink anyway, so I might as well play him to death."

Damon ignored her sexual comment completely. "And you're telling the truth?" he wondered. "You're not just gonna leave and then take us out somehow?"

"There's no point in doing that," she protested calmly. "But you can go home now. I don't think the one you're looking for is involved in this. Simon would only work with one person at a time because he can't handle more. What you came for isn't here."

"What happened to your previous friendliness?" He raised his eyebrows challengingly.

"Oh, it's still there," she assured him. "I just wanna get rid of Simon and Reggie, that's all. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do. You can come and watch if you want." She raised her own eyebrows meaningfully, waiting for him to lift his hand from the door handle.

When he didn't, she took a step closer and locked one arm around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, her other hand sassily placed on her hip. "I don't think you'll mind, but she will," she whispered, sensuality dripping from her words.

Taken back by her sudden change, he removed his hand from the handle and she let go of him. "You should probably go," he said arrogantly, "because I'm not interested."

Cindy pouted. "That's a shame." She smiled flirtatiously at him, and then turned to Elena. "If you ever get tired of him or if you're willing to share, I'm in." She reached out and patted Damon on the cheek. "Have fun together," she winked before she opened the door, walked out and quickly disappeared.

Damon snorted and shut the door after her. "I don't know about you, but I'm glad she's gone." He didn't get an answer. He turned and saw that Elena once again was staring out the window. "Elena?" he wondered, his voice softer than it previously had been.

She sighed deeply. "I guess I shouldn't have counted on finding Stefan here. It was all for nothing."

"It wasn't for nothing," he objected as he walked up beside her.

She looked up at him and questioningly lifted her eyebrows. "Why not?"

"We got to spend some time with each other without anyone else around," Damon replied.

She nodded slowly. It had been a nice change, not having to think about who were watching. "You're right. It has been worth something." She put her hand on his arm and gave it a light squeeze before she removed it again.

"We should do it again."

She couldn't help but laugh a little. "We still haven't got Stefan back. Maybe when we've done that."

Damon smirked at her as usual, but there was a light playing in his light blue eyes. "A promise is a promise," he warned her. "I'm not gonna let it go until we've done it."

Elena looked out of the window, not bothering to hide her smile. "Maybe. We'll see."


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