The brunettes name flashed across Damon's phone screen once again. After the day's drive Damon lost count at how many times Elena had called. Qeastiahs words still engraved in his mind no matter how hard he tried to forget. " As long as Stefan was around he would never have Elena." Though to the Salvatore brothers Elena wasn't just a thing to have. She was a person who brought out new sides of the Salvatore's. The sides that Katherine had suppressed all those years ago. As much as Damon loved Elena with everything he had he had inside him. He knew it wasn't right because of how much they jumped. He should have taken his time with her. They jumped too fast and with the witches words still in his mind his gut was telling him to set her free. His thoughts were snapped back into reality as he passed a sign on the high way that said welcome to New Orleans. Without any real explanation this city always seemed to make Damon just forget. Which was exactly what Damon needed right now. He soon came upon the French Quarter. Finding a near by motel. Parking his car before grabbing the one bag he packed and walking inside. Instantly spotting the woman at the front desk. "I need a room." Was all he said before the woman searched through the record book. "Top floor. Third room on the left." She said before handing him the keys. After leaving a little money for the room Damon made his way to the top floor and into his room. It was simple a bed a tv a mini fridge and microwave, along with the personal bathroom each room got. "Home sweet home" he muttered. The room be his new home. At least for a while. The sun was starting to set. Damon decided to shower and get the smell of car out of him before he would head out. Once he finished and stepped out of the shower he changed his cloths before slipping on his leather jacket. Slipping his wallet and keys into his jacket pocket before leaving his new home and making his way outside. Straight into the night life that was the French quarter. At first everything was normal. He had been walking in silence. Laughing at the young tourist who were drowning them self's in the bourbon street blues. When he stopped dead in his tracks. Hearing an all too familiar voice from the past. He followed the voice to a local club. Stopping in the doorway of the establishment when he saw the woman on stage. Singing Diamonds are a girls best friend. Her name was Charlotte Darcey. The very first woman he ever sired. Someone he threw away like a broken toy. Seeing her now, especially like this made Damon feel pure regret for doing what he did to her. Though he couldn't find the words to explain it.