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(Takes place after Damon breaks Jeremy's neck. End of ep.1 season2)
Damn ran back to the boarding house. He made his way to the study and grabbed the bottle of scotch and walked up to his room. He looked around the room before he threw the bottle at the wall. He had fucked up royally. Elena probably hated him now.
Damon sighed and walked back downstairs and grabbed the other bottle of scotch and took off out the door. He walked down the main road out of Mystic Falls. Once he reached the city limits he looked back. He shook his head and kept walking.
Sasha was out for her morning jog, at 4am, when she about tripped over something laying in the road. She stopped and turned and looked down. It wasn't a something, it was a someone. She squatted next to him and dug in his pockets for an ID. She found his wallet and looked at his license, Damon Salvatore.
Sasha put the wallet back in his pocket and tried lifting him to his feet, but to no avail. He was too drunk, too passed out, and too heavy for her to move him on her own. She pulled her phone out her pocket and texted her brother. After ten minutes he showed up with his truck.
"Where to?" he asked as he help put Damon in the bed of the truck.
"The house," said Sasha. "I have another two miles to run. That will get me back to the house."
Her brother nodded and took off with Damon in the bed of the truck. Sasha put her earphones back in her ears and finished her jog.
Damon woke up in a very comfortable bed. He didn't want to open his eyes for fear it was a dream. He listened carefully, but didn't hear anything. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around. The room was bare except for the bed, a dresser, and a desk. He looked down at the bed he was laying on. The sheets were a gender-neutral beige.
Damon finally stood up, but sat down immediately he. He had never suffered from a hangover before. His hand went to his forehead immediately.
"You hit your head when you passed out," said a blonde woman walking in the room.
"Where am I?" asked Damon.
"Depends. Where did you want to be?" asked the woman.
"Anywhere than where I was," said Damon.
"Then you aren't where you were," she said smiling. "I guessed you size in clothes. The shower is across the hall if you want one. And it is almost two in the afternoon."
She walked out of the room and down the hall to her own room. Damon tossed the clothes on the bed and laid back down, closing his eyes.
He finally stood up and walked across the hall to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and locked it and pulled off his shirt. He reached into the shower and turned the water on to a moderate heat before he stripped completely and got in.
"Well?" asked Sasha.
"Well what?" asked the blonde. "I can't do much with a vampire."
"So he is one?" asked Sasha.
"No, I just think everyone is a vampire," said the blonde.
"Tara!" said Sasha.
"Look, he will probably leave after he showers," said Tara.
"You suck," said Sasha.
"No, that would be me," smirked Damon walking into the kitchen.
"I see you are feeling better," said Tara.
"No, feeling better would me still passed out," said Damon leaning against the counter.
"You wanna pass out, the alcohol is in the next room. Help yourself," said Tara. "But, before you do. You can thank Sasha for bringing you hear before someone else found you and staked you."
Damon turned around and nodded towards the brunette sitting at the table before he walked into the living room. Sasha said her goodbyes and walked out the door. Tara walked into the living room and over to the bar.
"A bar in the living room?" asked Damon drinking his scotch.
"I run a boarding house of sorts. People are here usually a day or two before they leave," said Tara grabbing a bottle of whiskey.
"Really?" asked Damon.
"Yup, they usually don't come in here so I put my bar in here," said Tara.
Tara poured her a shot of the whiskey and raised it in salute before she downed it.
"You empty a bottle please do me the courtesy of writing down on my board," said Tara pointing to a board hanging by the bar.
Damon nodded his head and she walked out of the house. Damon poured more scotch into his glass and he walked around the house. He looked at the pictures on the wall of this Tara girl and her family, supposedly, and her friends. There were pictures of her with different men that lined the staircase. He walked up to the floor that he was on before. He walked in the direction that he had heard her walk earlier. He turned the knob on the last door on that end of the hall, but it was locked.
"Hmm," said Damon.
Damon ran his hand across the top of the doorframe and found a spare key.
"Ah-ha," said Damon as he slipped the key into the door.
Once the door was unlocked he replaced the key on top of the doorframe and walked in. She had a large bed that took up most of the floor. It was covered in a dark red comforter with black and sliver pillowcases. She had a vanity in her room as well that sat just outside her personal bathroom. Across the room from her bathroom was her walk in closet. Damon walked over to it and opened it.
"Wow," said Damon.
Inside were a few pairs of jeans, about seven different pairs of shoes, and about twelve shirts. Damon closed the doors and started walking out of her room. O his way out he saw a box sitting under the corner of her bed. He set his glass down and picked it up. Inside the box was a photo album and loose pictures.
On the cover of the album was a picture of Tara and a man, presumably her boyfriend. Damon opened the album and flipped through the first few pages. As he got close to the center there were less and less pictures of her smiling and less pictures of the mystery man. The last few pages of the book were blank except for two letters addressed to Tara.
Tara, I know you know I love you. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't love you. I will come back for you after I found somewhere we can stay and be unnoticed. Remember I love you! – Derek.
The second letter was considerably shorter than the first.
Tara, I don't love and I never did. This life isn't for you. I am happy without you – Derek.
Damon looked through the pictures in the box of this 'Derek' person. He shrugged his shoulders and put the album back in the box and closed it, putting it back under her bed. He grabbed his glass and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. He walked back down to the living room and refilled his glass before he decided to run up the cable bill.