A/N: Hey! This is my first Vampire Diaries fanfic, so take it easy on me please :) I can't wait till the next series comes out, but for now I need to keep myself busy. Please review if you can!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.

Vampire Diaries: Chapter 1

Damon sat in the top corner seat of the lecture hall. His blue eyes stared uninterestedly at the lecturer and his fingers tapped rhythmically on his notebook.

Damon had lately turned his class notebook into a journal in which he wrote his daily activities and other personal things. It was his way of relieving himself of the past, since he had no one to talk to. He himself thought it was a petty past time, but nonetheless, he continued to write in it.

"Hey, would you quit it?"

Damon turned his head towards the voice, his one eyebrow raised and his lips quirked up to one side. "Quit what?"

"The tapping on your notebook.''

Damon rolled his eyes and turned away from the young student who had already turned his attention back to the lecturer. Instead, he opened his journal and began to write.

Law school is a complete joke. What the hell was I thinking? As if a vampire has any consideration for the law. Maybe I just came here for the food. The food here is really good.

Damon looked up from his notebook and eyed some of the student's necks in front of him. Delicious. He continued to write.

It does pay off though, I suppose, knowing law. Then again, humans have no intention of keeping the law. All humans are selfish and just want self-gain. They are all greedy and each wants his own power. Vampires aren't much different though. That's all Katherine wanted. She wanted power over me and Stefan, and that's what she got. One thing I've learned from law school, though, over these 4 years of studying, is that power and greed doesn't get you very far. Most people like that end up dead. If Katherine hadn't insisted on staying with us for so long, she could have survived. Yet, she insisted on staying an extra month with Stefan and I, just to squeeze some more satisfaction out of us for herself. Father would never have caught her then. I think it's time for me to move on now from law and this town. It's becoming extremely dull, and there are less and less low-lifers for me to feed on. The ones left are druggies. It's bad enough craving blood, never mind craving the drugs in the blood. I was stoned from the last druggie I tried.

Damon packed his notebook and pen away in his bag and slung is over his shoulder and proceeded to shuffle his way through the seats of the lecture hall, oblivious to all the annoyed looks he received.

He left the law building and made his way toward the town bar. He was intent on finding a good meal for himself before he left town.

Damon pulled up the collar of his leather jacket and tugged the end of his sleeves. It had suddenly grown quite cold outside as dark clouds covered the sun.

He entered the small pub and grill and made his way to the bar. "Scotch, please." He sat down on the tall bar stool and proceeded to down the glass.

He looked around, observing the people of the bar. His eyes rested on a tall, young blond girl. Her long legs were accentuated by the short mini skirt she wore.

Damon watched her a few more minutes; his eyes scanning every inch of her body. He knew that she was a sad, down and out, just by the way that she was. The way she dressed suggested that she was shallow and cheap. Her eyes were red and irritated, probably because she had been crying, Damon had noticed. Before deciding to cut to the chase, he grabbed another glass of scotch and then walked towards the girl.

He knew that she had noticed him by the way her eyes quickly diverted as she saw him walking towards her. She pulled out a small mirror from her handbag and looked at herself. On seeing her reflection, she started putting powder on her face, trying to mask embarrassment.

"No need for that." Damon smiled charmingly as he sat down next to her at the table. "I'm Damon. You don't have to hide what you're feeling. What's wrong?"

The girl looked at him sadly, "Hi, it's Emma. Just having a crazy time. But thanks for asking. I need to go now." She stood up and was about to pick up her things when Damon caught her lightly by the wrist.

"Wait; let me buy you another drink. You look as if you could do with a friend. You probably don't have very many in this state." He stated with as much feeling as he could manage.

The blond looked offended, but she sat down again anyway, "Yeah, I guess a friend would be nice. I don't have any."

"And your family?" Damon asked with an upraised eyebrow.

"Uh, my parents got divorced when I was young. After that, my family split up entirely. I've lost all contact." Emma looked distant for a second, and then turned her attention back to Damon.

"That's what FaceBook is for nowadays." Damon grinned, and then dropped it when he noticed there was no reaction. "So do you live on your own?"

"Well, I was living with my boyfriend, but he just left me, so as you can see, I'm in a state. Now I have to find a place to stay, I guess."

"You could come over to my place and then we could use my telephone there and find out a few places you could stay?" Damon looked at her hesitant expression as he downed another glass of alcohol.

"That'd be great, thank you. I don't really have any other choice. If I can trust you?" Emma pierced through him with her eyes, as she tried to read him.

"Of course you can." Damon smirked, ignoring her stare, and stood up. "Shall we?"

Damon paid for their drinks and then, with Emma, made his way to the door.

"No one leaves this bar." A large, menacing looking man blocked the door's entrance; his arms crossed.

Damon chuckled slightly, "Why?"

"Because I said so." Damon could see that the man was trying to compel him by the way his pupils dilated.

Damon pushed Emma behind him, "You're a vampire?"