Three years without any result. Three years with this big problem that seemed impossible. It seemed more than impossible because Damon Salvatore couldn't have this kind of problems. Not him.

Damon looked at the naked body of a woman in his bed. What was her name? Andrea? Carla? Who cared? He didn't have the chance to enjoy it. If he couldn't have a damned erection how he supposed to enjoy? Last night he sexually satisfied the girl and after that drinking her blood. Now, he had to deal with her screams of fear and then erase her memories … or kill her.

He took a shower and dressed himself. The woman was slowly waking up, gesturing pain. She sat on the bed, and then took her hands at her neck were two red wounds ached. Desperately, she looked at Damon and he didn't have the patience this time. He didn't want another toy, to feed himself; like Andy was. The memory made him upset, and without mercy killed the woman in his bed.

"Another one, Damon?" Stefan asked, scowling.

Damon had the weak, naked body in his arms, ready to throw away.

"It's not of you business." he grumbled, while he was going outside.

Stefan was thankful because Elena wasn't there; the scene would make her shocked. But Stefan was also very worried about his brother, something weird was going on with Damon … or perhaps was just Damon being Damon.

After throwing the young body away, Damon started his usual routine of sit in the room and drink Bourbon. He drank the Bourbon to drown the embarrassment of the lasts three years. He couldn't have a damned erection! What was the problem with him? Since when this started? And why? He have had sex with the most beautiful women … and nothing. It wasn't normal. And he could tell no one.

His sensible ears heard the chirp of the door. Probably, it was Stefan again. But the sound of heels made him turn around and he saw Katherine. The woman which he fell in love with, now caused revulsion on him.

"Honestly, I am surprised." the slender figure of Katherine was getting closer.

"Go away, Katherine." Damon grumbled.

"Oh, don't be such a grump, honey. But … I must to say that I understand. The fact that you cannot have an erection is not for least." she purred, and sat beside him, stroking his chest with her long-delicate fingers.

"How the hell do you know that?"

"I have read your thoughts since four miles away. You are weak, lastly."

Weak? He was drinking human blood more than ever.

"Perhaps, I can fix you." Katherine murmured, getting closer to Damon's lips.

"What do you want Katherine?" Damon stood up, and grabbed his leather jacket, ready to go away.

"I am bored, Damon." she grinned with amusement.

"Go away and find a human toy. That's what I do." Damon replied, and without saying anything else he got out of the house. Katherine could wait. She always was a problem; always manipulating, a miserable vampire of five hundreds years without life, that only reminded him that he also was miserable. She was the biggest disappointment that Damon had. Perhaps, everything started the night that Katherine told Damon that she didn't love him anymore, and that she preferred Stefan. Perhaps that was the night in which Damon's erection problem started. He was extremely frustrated.

He made his way to the Grill where maybe he would drink in peace. Perhaps no one would bother him again. And the grill didn't match with is mood. It was Friday, and the grill seemed so full of life and happiness; the music was loud and the people talked with a smile. Damon wanted to kill all the persons in the room, yet he sat in the bar and asked for a Brandi.

A few seats forward something called his attention. It was a girl. Brown- long hair, and very pale skin, he had a perfect view of her profile; upturned nose and full lips. Nah! For what? Another one?, like Stefan said. Another one that he should kill after not having any result. He heard when she called to the waiter and asked him for a cup of Bourbon. God! She didn't fit there at all. It was more than obvious that she has never been in a place like that. But, damn! She smelled so good! The girl seemed to notice that someone was staring at her because she looked at Damon, curiously. And he had the chance to catch more of her. Her eyes were chocolate brown as her hair, and the neck … he was anxious to insert his sharped teeth on it. A little below, the curve of her breasts was extended round and firm covered by a red sweater.

He got closer to her, with the hunter air that was typical of him. Hum … yes! Today he will have fun … or another disappointment.

"Hello, my name is Damon." he introduced himself, while her chocolate gaze was cautious on him.

"Oh! Hi, I am Bella." she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Why don't you like Isabella? It sounds so much better to me." he murmured, amused.

The girl blushed furiously. How did he know?

"If you l-like it." she answered, biting her lip. Damon wanted to bite that lip. He was desiring her badly. It was a good start.

"So, Isabella, are you from here? I never saw you in the town."

"No, I am from Forks, actually."

"Forks? Ugh! Sounds awful; it never stops raining." Damon twisted his mouth.

The waiter left the Brandi in front of Isabella, and she seemed afraid to drink it.

"Have you ever drink a Brandi?" Damon asked, smiling. The innocence of her was … adorable.

"Actually … no, I never drink alcohol. I don't even know how I got here. I just wanted to get out of the town." Isabella breathed deeply.

There was something about her, Damon thought. She seemed interesting somehow … and he was more than sure that she would be in his bed that night.

"Problems in the paradise?" Damon asked, interested.

"Excuse me?" she frowned, not understanding.

"Problem with the man that stole your heart?"

A smile was extended in her lips. "It was really good way to ask if I am in a relationship."

He smiled languidly.

"Well … I had to do it in a decent way, but I see that I have failed miserably."

Isabella looked at him, observing his beautiful factions. He was extremely handsome; the most beautiful human that she ever saw. He was tall, dark-haired, and with beautiful blue eyes. She was in front of an international model, no doubt. Yet, he was young he didn't looked like a teenager.

"How old are you?"

"I am twenty-five. I am old, already." he laughed, the phrase was funny for him. "What about you? Do I have the right to do things with you and not being in jail?"

The girl flushed, awkwardly. And Damon smiled even more, enjoying her embarrassment.

"I am eighteen, so … yes, you can have your conscious clean."

A sexy beat started to sound in the grill, the lights were turned off while reflectors of different colors enlightened the room. People started to dance, at the beat of the music.

"You want to dance?" Damon tended his pale hand to the girl … his new victim.