Here we go! Chapter 2...

Warning! There will be violence, death, evilness...and mass murder I guess xD So if you fe uncomfortable with reading about this themes, or if you are underage, turn around now.

A few months earlier…

Damon POV

There were quite a few people in this nameless little bar somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Damon could hear their enigmatic talk, their laughter, their flirting. There was happiness everywhere: in front of the old mahogany bar where several people were taking shots or just drinking bear, by the pool and billiard tables and especially on the little dance floor in the middle of the room. The people there seemed to have lost most of their control and were now swirling around shamelessly, following the wild beat of the music with exaggerated movements.

The wind was blowing forcefully against the windows, creating a cold rasping sound which echoed through the room but no one seemed to be aware of it except for Damon, who of course could hear the noises of the wind as clearly as he could hear the couple talking next to him. The thunderstorm seemed to gain strength and the rain was coming down in tons by now. It was a very dark, very rainy night, the kind of night where warmth seemed to be just an illusion, a concept made for better days. But all of this went unnoticed by the humans partying inside and Damon felt himself getting sick by all the happiness that surrounded him, closed in on him. So much has changed, he thought darkly while looking at the Bourbon in his hands which was something about the sixth or seventh he had had this evening. He could clearly remember another time when people had been scared to death on cold, stormy nights like this. Rumors and superstition had been widespread and everyone had known and feared the evils of the night. It had been so delightful to see the panic in their faces when they had realized that their greatest fear had become true; when they had realized that one of these monsters was actually there to claim their life. And now look at them… nothing of this sweet fear was left. They did not fear the night anymore. No, they thought themselves ruler over it. But tonight Damon would show them how wrong they really were.

Damon took another gulp of his Bourbon while he tried not to think about the one thing that really bothered him. However it wasn´t quite possible to not let his thoughts wander back to the conversation he had had this morning. The moment was branded behind his eyelids and even now he could almost hear the voice of his informant again, as if he was standing right beside him.

There is a doppelganger. The words repeated themselves in his head over and over like a mantra mixing and blurring together in his alcohol induced mind. Doppelganger, doppelganger, doppelganger.

Are you sure? His own voice; unbelieving.

I have seen her. She looked like Katherine but she was human and she behaved totally different. Her friends called her Elena.

A pause. Silence.

Where?

Shifting. A foreshadow.

Mystic Falls.

Mystic Falls… Again. This town full of history, full of fate, full of pain. Some part of him screamed that he needed to go there for some reason but he couldn´t quite grasp why. Maybe that was why he was so upset right now. Damon was sure that he didn´t care for a doppelganger. Katherine was very pretty of course and her doppelganger would be as well but right there ended all his motivation to see the girl. If he had ever felt something for Katherine Pierce it was gone by now, nothing more than an echo of a past he had left behind. Right now he didn´t feel anything. But why did he feel like he had to go to Mystic Falls then? It was bothersome.

When there was something Damon didn´t like than it was to not understand something… even if that said thing was his mind.

With a sigh and a dark look at the barkeeper he ordered another glass of Bourbon and continued drowning it in fast gulps. Even for his high tolerance level he had a fast speed today. He couldn´t say that he cared. At least he could feel the calming effect of the alcohol starting to take form in the pits of his stomach. Maybe he just needed to go to this godforsaken town and get it over with. He could stop for a short visit, kill the girl who dared to look like his personal nemesis and not think about it again. He would be away from this damnable town faster than he could look. He nodded slightly to himself. Yes, that sounded like a plan. Find her, kill her and forget all about it. Yep, sounded definitely like him.

Content that he had come to some kind of decision Damon turned his intention to more urgent matters. He hadn´t eaten for days now and he could feel the hunger burning inside of him. The news of this morning had been upsetting as well, only fueling his hunger, making it stronger than it had been in years. Normally Damon was careful not to leave proof of his presence but today, with all this humans around him, he didn´t thought he´d be able to control himself. Even right now, just sitting there, he could feel the probing of his canines, the burning feeling of his hunger in the pits of his stomach. Every cell of his body screamed to take what was due to him. The blood was calling him and he was not in the mood to deny his body anything at all.

I can feel the animal inside
And my resolve is weakening
Pounding at the doors of my mind
It's nearly overpowering
I cannot begin to describe
The hunger that I feel again
Run, if you intend to survive

For the beast is coming to life
Taking form in the glimmer of this tainted moonlight
Death approaches on this night

Very slowly Damon stood up, looking around, his eyes scanning the faces of the people all around him. Oh the choices he had…

With a little dangerous smile he made his way over to the door without a person noticing it. In a second he had fetched the little lock from his pocket. Outside he attached it to the door before he vamp speeded to the back entrance, sealing this door from the inside. It is almost too easy, he thought while ripping the telephone wire with pure strength. Of course these humans possessed mobile phones today but fortunately, or unfortunately for his prey, there was no phone signal in this little Hicksville. Everything was playing out perfectly.

With long steps he entered the bar room again. He couldn´t wait any longer. The monster inside of him was screaming, demanding blood. His eyes focused on a tall girl with long brown hair while a predatory smile appeared on his face. He felt the animal, the beast inside of him taking control and he didn´t fight, loving the feeling of power that came with it.

Carefully he made his way to the girl. She was standing on the dance floor, swinging her hips in a sensual manner. Her eyes were closed, while she focused on the music, letting her body being filled with the fast beat of the drums. She´d certainly had a lot of drinks by now, for she seemed to be far, far away. When Damon reached her, he wrapped his arms around her body from behind, grinding himself into her body, pressing his erection into her ass. He could hear a tiny gasp from the girl's mouth and she whirled around, her eyes very big. They were a deep brown, Damon noticed with resolution. Honestly? He thought angrily. Was everyone trying to remember him of her today?

The girl eyed him for a second and just like that the look of surprise disappeared from her face and was replaced with a sexy grin. He could immediately smell her arousal. Whores, he thought. They were all whores. Just like her. The grin disappeared from the girls face when she saw the veins appearing on Damon´s face. He knew his eyes would look red by now and he could feel his canines scrapping against his lips. He tilted his head while looking at the horror-struck expression on the girl´s face. "What´s the matter sweetheart, something bothering you?" he smirked, feeling the rush of the chase. They were all so weak. They had no chance against him. With a sickening smirk he threw himself at her.

I can hear it calling again
The primal need is filling me
Changes are about to begin
And now my blood is boiling
I can see the fear in your eyes
But you can't bring yourself to scream
Time to shed the mortal disguise

He got hold of her long hair and before she could even think about screaming he had buried his face into her neck, biting without mercy, ripping flesh and muscles in the process. A deep moan escaped his throat when the sweet nectar of her blood started to fill him. It had been too long, he thought while pure pleasure was running through his body. Her blood was exquisite, the fear she was feeling making it so much sweeter. His body was on fire. He felt alive. The girl´s body went stiff in his arms and with a quick look at her Damon exposed of the body while his eyes were already searching for his next victim. He could hear some screams piercing through his bloodlust but didn´t care. The people seemed to have seen him killing the girl and in a second hell broke loose. Everyone was running, screaming. Damon smiled standing in the middle of the room and showing his long, white canines which were glistering with blood. It would be an entertaining chaise he thought. And like all predators he revealed in the chase.

We begin the hunt and I
Feel the power course, as the creatures take fight
For the kill is close and I
Will be satisfied
For the smell of fear tonight
Wakes an ancient lust
That will not be denied

He got hold of another girl who let out a blood piercing scream. He could have easily snapped her neck before she had been able to make a sound but he didn´t really care. She could scream all she wanted to. No one outside would be able to hear her for every noise was blocked by the thunderstorm which raged outside. There would be no help tonight.

Another bite. Another kill.

People were running towards the doors, screaming in terror, crying in fear, while Damon was just standing there, a dark, tall figure in the middle of the room, enjoying every scream, every tear-filled cry. This had been a little bar a few minutes ago but now it looked like a field of war. Damon smirked evilly. Oh sweet destruction; sweet oblivion.

He could feel himself getting lost in the bloodlust, in the thrill of the chase, and was happy about it. He really needed to get some peace of mind tonight. He needed blood; more blood, much more blood.

His eyes focused on another blond girl who was shaking uncontrollably in fear. Her eyes were big and blue. She was pretty, her absolute fear only adding to her natural beauty. Very slowly a smirk, which could only be described as scary, appeared on his face. Oh yes, he would so get what he wanted. Tonight he would bath in blood.

(Disturbed/Animal)

Sooo...I know this was kind of heavy. Damon´s feelings are completely turned off so he just kind of...well don´t care. This will change with time (well at least a little bit) but at first he will be as dark as it can get. The story plays in the timeline of season one but a lot of things will be changed, especially the whole story with Katherine. As you might have guessed from this chapter Damon and Katherines relationship is a bit different here than in the show and he already knows that she is not in the cave.

I really would love to here from you so please leave me a review, tell me what you think and so on :D

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