I felt stupid. Like everything around me was suddenly a joke. I stared long and hard at her, every inch of her body was totally Katherine! Her long and muscular legs, the way she smiled and her lips, so full. I found myself starting to have thoughts; I quickly shook them from my head. Her hair so long and the way the moonlight hit off the brown streaks… I just didn't understand, at first I thought it was Katherine with some sick way of trying to get attention by pretending to be a high school student, but the moment I collided with her in the staircase I knew it was not her. The way Elena's body crushed softly into mine was so real and different from Katherine whose body just smashed back from mine. I liked that she was human and so fragile. When I saw the look in her eyes of sudden interest I was hitched, when she kept mumbling my name under her breath I knew she had some of the same thoughts. I walked towards the porch swing that was placed on the side exit of the hotel. I don't even know how I made it to Springfield; I guess I was too drunk to notice where I was going.
It had been long couple months. My days were spent with gorgeous women and the bottle at my lips, I hadn't a worry in the world until I spotted her. I was walking groggily through the streets and had no idea where I was over even cared for that matter. I saw her step off a bus and my heart stopped. I thought it was Katherine. After years of searching for that selfish bitch and thinking she was dead one too many times I gave up, I realized I hated her with every ounce of my being although I still had very vivid dreams of her some that would leave me, well, a little aroused in the mornings. Still I had more hatred for that woman than love. I was going to run over to her and express my hundreds of year's worth of anger that had built up. Then I saw her. Her real beauty and human qualities and I knew it was not Katherine.
I let my legs move forward and backward, moving the swing in an endless motion. I couldn't just continue with my life of liquor and sleazy women, I had to find out more about this girl.
I hopped up from the swing and continued through the glass doors. The dance was coming to a close as I heard the DJ shouting his final words into the microphone. Teenagers rushed out of the ballroom and headed towards the elevators, clearly none of them were going to take the stairs. I passed by a group of young girls that eyed me curiously.
"He is hot!" a young blonde said as I passed.
I grinned slightly. The attention of women was something I always had, it was like a drug to me, the more they talked and eyed me the more I became witty and what my brother calls a total jackass. Things hadn't been the same since we were changed. I left my life back in Mystic Falls a long time ago and I never intend on going back!
I grabbed the next elevator and the group of girls followed me in.
They were giggling and staring glances at me.
"Evening Ladies." I said in a memorizing tone.
The blonde cracked a large smile; she was clearly the leader of the group.
"Evening." She replied in a sexy voice.
She definitely was interested.
"What's your name?" she asked batting her eyelashes.
"Damon." I replied looking at her closely.
"I like that name." she replied.
Her friends were watching her closely and were clearly jealous of her confidence.
"I'm Brittanie." She smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you." I replied. "What floor?" I asked.
"Seven." She replied as I hit the button.
"Room 923." She added.
Her friends eyed her suspiciously; apparently she did this quite often.
I smiled.
"How old are you?" she asked.
From this point I already knew she was interested.
"Seventeen." I lied.
She raised and eyebrow.
"Perfect." She mumbled.
The brunette beside her flashed a hateful glare.
"Its already 12:05 Brittaine." Her friend snapped. "Curfew was five minutes ago."
Brittanie threw her friend a glare and the brunettes eyes dropped down to her high-heeled shoes.
The elevator beeped and it was my floor. I started to step out and she followed.
"Shall we?" she grabbed my arm.
I nodded.
I took one last glance at her whispering friends as the elevator came to a close.
As I popped open my room door Brittanie ran in and jumped onto the large bed.
I raised an eyebrow.
She replied with a wink and slowly slipped off her red shoes.
She came to my side and turned.
"Can you unzip me?" she cooed.
"I'm not really the age you thing I am." She said. "I'm only sixteen."
"While we're being honest." I said. " I'm not really 17…I'm over 300 years old."
I felt the pulse on her neck skip. She was scared.
I brushed her hair away from her neck and covered her mouth. I bit down hard and enjoyed. She put up a fight but I'm a vampire and nothing can stop me.
I tossed her body away in disgust and pulled it into the tub, covering it with the shower curtain.
If I was going to find out more about Elena I needed to fill my stomach, there was no way I was going on a diet around a human. Something bothered me though, the fact that a woman wanted me and I simply had not interest but for her blood. Something that I had never done before.
