Slight AU because it doesn't even go along with what the show is doing now except maybe sorta kinda, except nah. Any who- All doppelgangers are gone, Elena really did break up with Damon (cause their relationship is TOXIC blah), and hell is loose around town now because of him. Isn't it always though? Add in a small town girl with a broken situation and things get a little crazy….er.


Chapter 1

Damon


"Rise and shine brother, you've been knocked out cold for eighteen hours."

Damon groaned as Stefan opened up the thick curtains in his bedroom to bring in sunlight.

"Out." Damon rasped.

"You sound just as bad as you look. And smell. Go shower, you reek of whiskey and petite blondes." Stefan noted.

"Are they still around? I swear I compelled them to leave."

"Oh they're gone. It's just still hanging around in the air. You're stuck in a funk, you gotta get out, it's been a week."

"You act like you haven't had your heart broken by a girl before, give me time."

"I gave you an entire week. I'm done with the loud rock music and the random girls hanging around the house, and the little showers you've taken."

Damon rolled his eyes, "Thanks for caring so much about my hygiene and erratic antics and not my feelings."

Standing up, Damon groaned as he stretched and looked over at the clock hanging on the far side of the room.

"Eleven o'clock, perfect. Gonna go grab a drink at the Grill." He said.

"Shower first." Stefan warned before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

With an eye roll, Damon sniffed himself. Okay, so maybe his brother was right. He did need a shower before going out.

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The sky had long darkened and Damon was making his way out of the Grill for the third time that day.

Bourbon for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Now, time for some dessert, he thought.

The town was buzzing with people out and about enjoying their Friday night. He walked around aimlessly for a bit until a woman, probably in her 30's caught his eye. She didn't seem too familiar. Not anyone who seemed familiar with the council or a part of the founding families, AKA someone who wouldn't recognize him that easily. She would definitely do. He rubbed his hands together and stood tall, walking towards the woman who was walking his way, her arms full with two heavy looking grocery bags; probably full of vegetables from the weekly farmer's market.

Just as they were about to pass each other, Damon collided with her clumsily and she dropped her bags. A few apples fell out and he smirked before putting on a faux mask.

"Oh, damn it!" she sighed loudly.

"Oh, God!" he said, immediately bending down to set her straight. "I am… so, so sorry. I am a mess, goodness look at this…" he reached down to pick up the apples that had rolled out of the bag and set them back in.

The woman looked at him and stuttered for a moment before clearing her throat.

"No, no, it's okay. My fault. Wasn't paying attention, I'm a klutz." She said, pushing her hair back over her shoulder in a somewhat flirty manner.

"Please, allow me to help you with these…" he paused and she jumped in.

"Kate." She smiled.

"Alright Kate, please, I'll get that." He smirked.

"No, you don't have to go through that trouble." She sighed, bending down to pick up the bag but he was quicker.

"It's the least I can do. I'm in no hurry to leave such a beautiful lady all alone." He dished and she blushed.

Damon could practically smell her arousal and he was going crazy to sink his teeth in her already.

"Lead the way," he nodded.

"Alright, I'm just down Main Street." She smiled.

After a moment of silently walking, she was about to say something before Damon rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I'm done with the charm." He dropped the bags to the ground and took her arm roughly, shoving her down a dark, narrow alley.

"Hey… what…"

Damon cut her off with his compulsion, "I said shut up. Don't scream, just enjoy it as much as I'm going to." He said before pushing her head down and sinking his teeth in her neck.

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The woman slumped down to the ground unconscious and Damon wiped the blood off his mouth with his sleeve. He compelled her the moment he noticed she wouldn't be strong enough to stand the pain. She'd wake up in no time and forget about anything that happened since the moment she saw him. He couldn't imagine being toyed with like that anymore. Good thing he'd never have to go through it again.

With Elena out of his life for good, he was free to do what he wanted.

It was the first time he actually allowed himself to feel okay about it when he thought it.

"Hmm." He chuckled to himself.

That was hardly something though; he needed a kill for the night.

Just as he was on his way to head back home, he heard a commotion near the park just a few blocks away from downtown.

"Jeremy, come on. You're pathetic. I fucking hate you, and I never want to see your face again." A girl said.

"Ouch." Damon snorted and reached into his pocket to take out his flask.

But then he stopped.

Jeremy? Gilbert?

What the hell was going on? He listened in carefully.

"Abby, seriously though, you don't even wanna put out with me. It's like walking on broken glass I don't even know when you're in the mood, I hardly even see you anymore, you're always-"

That did not sound like the little Gilbert at all. Nope, definitely wasn't him. What a coincidence though.

"Grow up you loser. It's not all about sex. I'm actually glad I didn't give it up to you, you know? Because you've been fucking my friend for the past few weeks. I don't know if it's just me, maybe I'm stupid, I just can't process the fact that you did something like this, how did it seem okay? Did you think you wouldn't get caught, or…? Get out of my face." She sighed.

"Abs, seriously, come on."

"Touch me one more time, I swear I'll break your fucking hand." She said quietly.

"Fine," the Jeremy boy said angrily, "Be a fucking bitch then, we're done!"

At this point, Damon had curiously wandered to the park to see the petty teenage break-up from the front row.

The girl, Abby, groaned sounding slightly hysterical, "Holy…. Oh my goodness, how- what- of course we're fucking done, you idiot, and you have no one else to blame but yourself!" she called out as the boy retreated, clearly done.

"Fuck you!" he shouted.

"Fuck you too!" she shouted back, loudly, he might add.

Some dogs started barking in the distance.

The boy who had been retreating had walked passed him without even a glance, too into his own head to pay attention to what was around him.

From what he could tell in the moonlight, he had blonde hair. His shoulders were very broad.

"Dumb bitch." he muttered to himself, and Damon raised an eyebrow.

After a moment it was silent and Damon watched silently from the shadows as the girl stood there between the trees by herself.

Just then he heard her sniffle, and he knew she was crying, and was trying not to.

"I'm so stupid." She whispered to herself.

Her breath got caught in her throat and she sat down on the ground against a tree, letting her tears flow free quietly.

Should he step forward and be Prince Charming to save the day or keep going?

Prince Charming had ulterior motives tonight but it was worth a shot, right?

Right.

Walking around the park entrance, he quietly walked over to where the girl was hunched over and the sound of twigs breaking beneath his feet made her look up.

"Didn't mean to scare you." He said with a smile.

The girl quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, brushing herself off.

"Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was here this time of night." Her voice was a bit raspy but it sounded defeated. She sounded as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and for some reason he wanted to know why and what it was.

"Yeah, they're around. People like me. The ones who come to parks alone in the middle of the night, and just happen to stumble upon a nasty break up." He smirked.

Her light eyes widened, "You… you heard that?" she asked.

"I'm sure the whole town did." He said and she looked down, shaking her head and rubbing her forehead.

"That sucks." She sighed.

"Don't worry about it," he shrugged, "What can you do? One goes, another comes. Have a drink." He handed his silver flask to her and she eyed him wearily.

"Why should I take that? How do I know you haven't roofied it or something?"

"You don't." he shrugged again, "Just take a risk. You seem like the kind of person that's down for anything, all you need is a little push."

Damon smiled easily waving the flask from side to side and he noticed she tried to hide a smile but took the flask from him anyways.

"Thanks." She said and undid the cap, taking a long chug.

"Alright, easy princess." He said.

"I'm Abby." She grimaced, swallowing hard.

"Damon." He nodded and took the flask back.

"I don't know what else to tell you." She shrugged.

Damon raised an eyebrow and took a step forward closer to her. In the dark, it was hard to tell just what shade of color her hair was but it seemed pretty dark. Her eyes were light, her nose was small, and her lips were full. She was a whole head shorter than him.

"Do you live around here?" he asked.

"I'm from out of town. I was supposed to stay here a few days with my boyf- with my ex." She rolled her eyes but a tear fell out anyways.

Damon smiled, "What if I told you that tonight you have two options about how to go on with your life."

Abby looked clearly confused.

Damon had this all planned out now though. He had no idea why he chose her, but she seemed alright. She didn't seem crazy. She was pretty to look at, and he had a wicked idea up his sleeve. Stepping forward, he wiped the stray tears away from her cheeks and she blushed just slightly.

"One, you can leave the park right now, leaving all this behind and going about your daily life, remembering how your boyfriend cheated on you, hurt you, and broke your heart into tiny little pieces and you can't even get the upper hand on revenge in any way because you're an ordinary powerless little girl." He began, and he saw when she winced at his select choice of words.

"Or B, you can take my hand and let me take you out for a wild ride to the dark side, you just gotta trust me on this." He finished.

"Alright Morpheus." She snorted and Damon raised an eyebrow.

"The Matrix…" she began and he shook his head.

"I know." He said quickly, irritation sparking.

"I have no idea why I'm even allowing myself to continue this." She mumbled, blowing her hair away from her face.

Damon stuck his palms out, "This is your last chance," he began again smirking, "…after this there is no going back. Take my right hand, you choose A. You go back to your home and wake up as if none of this had happened. Nice meeting you, so long little princess. Take my left, and I'll show you just how great this world can be when you're fully in control of things and at the top of the food chain."

Abby stared at him for a moment, not sure whether she should bust out laughing, or run in the other direction.

"Are you serious?" she asked him, looking around for a moment.

"Cross my heart." He said.

Just as she was about to reach out, he stopped her abruptly, "Remember, all I'm offering is the truth." He said in a deep voice and saw her roll her eyes.

"Alright Laurence Fishburne." She mumbled and took his left hand.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

The wind picked up a bit around them eerily and she shuddered slightly.

"You haven't murdered me yet." She shrugged.

Damon smirked and dropped her hand, stepping closer to touch her neck.

"Oops." He said as he bit into his wrist and plunged into her neck, shoving his wrist in her mouth.

The girl struggled to detach herself from him, but he didn't budge. After a few minutes, she was becoming limp and he came up for air and snapped her neck. She fell to the ground with a heavy thud and he licked his lips. He was so sure she was going to freak out. She seemed like the type that would. Once she got over that though, she'd probably be okay. Most definitely.

Bending down after a moment, he groaned momentarily as he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder as he sped home. He was slightly relieved Stefan wasn't brooding around. After throwing her down on his bed, he went downstairs to drink most of his stash of hard liquor.

Things were about to get interesting.