Dicsclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
Damon was furious. How dare she reject him after she'd practically been ogling him all afternoon. She clearly wanted him. Her big brown doe eyes didn't have a hope in hell of hiding that fact. It also didn't help that he hadn't decent sex in while. This was a small town and Damon seemed to have exhausted most of the desirable options for a good lay. Mystic Falls needed some fresh meat and Elena was exactly Damon's type, long legs, long brown hair and a small body. She was hot. But that doesn't help much if she's not willing to put out, at least not yet anyway. Damon loved a challenge and he could be very persuasive.
For the moment though, his fight with Elena had him hot a bothered. He would need to relinquish some of his anger later but now a cold shower would have to suffice. As the cool water hit his skin he had a chance to think about the way he handled her rejection. Okay so his anger had flared quickly, this was nothing new for him, but threatening her probably wasn't the best way to get her into bed. Would he have to live up to his threat? Only time would tell.
A few hours after an excruciating dinner with his dad and brother full of fake smiles, Damon found himself really needing a release. He set off from his father's mansion on foot taking backstreets until he found the correct alleyway situated behind an abandoned building that was usually full of squatters.
"Mr Salvatore, I was hoping you'd show up tonight, I'm in need of some crack" one of the lowlifes called to him, slowly making his way over. The same one that Damon remembered selling a large quantity of cocaine to less than a week ago. The squatters were his best customers, but tonight he would not be selling. He roughly pushed the man out way.
"I want every one of you scumbags to make your way back to the building" he shouted so everyone could hear. Slowly they all started to disperse (apart from one passed out near the dumpster) they knew not to mess with him. "Not so fast Mason" he stopped one of the druggies "I believe you owe me some money."
"But Mr Salvatore you said I had till next month."
"I changed my mind" he shrugged nonchalantly "do you have my cash?" He knew that it was highly unlikely Mason would have enough to repay his debt.
"No, but I can get it for you… I'll have it by tomorrow… or the next day I promise" Mason knew what was coming next.
"Your promises mean nothing to me Mase" Damon spat "and frankly I'm bored" he smirked as he advanced towards the man who looked like he was going to get on his knees and beg for mercy. Shame, Damon preferred it when they ran. No one was a match for him.
"Please Mr Salvatore, I'm telling the truth this time. I'll talk to my brother; he'll give me the money. You don't have to do this"
Ugh so predictable Damon thought as his fist collided with Mason's face, causing the weaker man to fall to the ground. This was the reason Damon got into this 'business' becoming a dealer was a great way to beat up scum when he needed a release. But as his perfectly skilled kicks began breaking several of Mason's ribs he mused to himself that this was becoming too easy, still for the moment it was working. The energy he had was slowly draining from his body and rational thought was returning, a good thing because Mason was just a little shy from becoming unconscious.
"You now have until Friday, and just in case you don't know, which I suspect is a high possibility, its Sunday… or I may just get bored again, so I suggest you hurry up… or don't, I don't really care" He whispered roughly into the other man's ear before smoothing out his clothes and walking away. No one was a match for Damon Salvatore.
He wasn't worried about getting caught; in fact it was the thought of getting caught, and his father's reaction that originally drove him to dealing in the first place. He wasn't worried about the druggies turning him in anyway; no one would dare accuse a Salvatore. If Damon was going to be caught it would be in the act and he was way too smart for that and on the off chance that it did happen he knew his brother would not hesitate to come to his defence. Stefan would not believe him capable of such crimes. No, the golden boy had had a much too sheltered life to truly know what was going on in the Mystic Falls underworld. Even as a defence lawyer his cases were never heavy.
The real danger for Damon was not being locked up. It was losing the money that his father, Giuseppe, allowed him access to. But that would be a small price to pay to see the look on Giuseppe's face when he realised what he had driven his eldest son to doing, and to see the Salvatore name ruined.
"Where were you?" Stefan asked as Damon re-entered the mansion.
"Out" this was Damon's standard response and he knew Stefan was holding in a sigh and rolling his eyes "why are you up?" he deflected
"Got a hard case, couldn't sleep. Wanna go halves in the rest of the ice-cream?"
Stefan's hopeful tone caused Damon to supress a chuckle while he nodded. His brother, who had graduated Harvard with top of the class, could still seem like such a kid sometimes.
"Afterwards, I'll beat you at a game of Halo."
Stefan almost bounced to the kitchen at Damon's response. He enjoyed anytime that his brother would give him.
As Damon got into bed in the early hours of the morning he found his thoughts drifting to Elena and more specifically how she looked in those perfectly fitted skinny jeans.
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