Author's Note: Ok, please read and review because it's my first fanfic. That's right, I'm a newbie, so please be gentle. Although I don't mind constructive criticism, because it makes me a better writer.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of the characters in this story, except for the giggly blonde in the first chapter.

Damon Salvatore closed his eyes and breathed in slowly and deeply; leaning back against the pillows on his bed; his arm draped around the shoulders of a blond haired, blue-eyed girl he'd only just met the night before; long, slender fingers curled around a cigarette. The deep breathing, though it wasn't at all necessary for a vampire, was the only thing keeping him from throttling the bubbly, talkative girl lying beside him.

"Daddy would SO not approve of this!" she giggled, her hand resting on Damon's bare chest and her fingers stroking his smooth, pale skin. "I mean, he'd go crazy if he knew I was even talking to a complete stranger, never mind…" She broke off and giggled again, looking up at him with an expression of sickly sweet adoration that probably would have earned her a quick death, had Damon seen it. As it was, he didn't even turn his head, or give any sign that he'd heard her. She didn't seem to mind, and continued talking.

"But he'll calm down once he gets to know you. In fact, you can meet him this afternoon. He's coming for dinner. We could be like a little family!"

Damon opened his eyes and took the biggest breath he had taken so far. He held it in, eyes fixed on the insanely garish pattern on the wall opposite him.

"I could even ask him to let you move in with me for a bit! You know, just until you get back on your feet, after all that business with your ex. It'll be so great! And I know Daddy won't mind, not after he knows what you're like. He'll like the fact that you're rich, at least. I'm not saying that's what I like about you, of course not. I shouldn't really tell him what it is I like about you."

Damon removed his arm from around the girl's shoulders and took a drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out through his nostrils. His voice soft and icy, he said, "Get out."

The girl's wide smile twitched. "What?"

"I said get out. Get dressed, get your stuff and get out."

The smile disappeared. "But Damon, why? What's wrong? What have I—?"

"I said get the fuck out!" He felt his face change, his teeth growing longer, and he snarled to give his words more emphasis, just in case the girl still misunderstood his meaning. Looking at him in horror, she leapt off the bed, grabbed the remainder of her clothes and ran out the door without even bothering to put the rest of her clothes on.

Damon realised with a wry grin that he didn't even know her name.

As he felt his face return to normal, he got off the bed, walked over to the door and slammed it shut, turning and leaning against it with a heavy sigh. Taking another drag on the cigarette, he closed his eyes again.

"Fuck it."