Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the dialogue from the show. They belong to the CW and L.J. Smith. I just borrow them for fun ;)

AN: First things first. Thank you to the people who read the first chapter and added me and my story to favorites and alerts! A special thank you goes out to JenavyMalfoy and Catherine who reviewed. Just wanted to let all of you know that from now on, I will only be accepting reviews from people who have accounts, because I really want to have a chance to reply. Second, I forgot to mention the song that I used in the chapter was Exit Wounds by The Script. (Amazing band, check them out!) Third, here is chapter two:

'Each way I turn
I know I'll always try
To break the circle
That has been placed round me'

Damon POV

After last night's events, he had allowed himself to sleep extra long. It still hadn't helped with the hangover though. Worst hangover he had had in years. Not a huge surprise, since he had practically drained every entity of alcohol in the whole boarding house. And it isn't exactly a small house. He had even found a few half full bottles in Stefan's room. Well, well, must have been leftovers from a while ago, so he wouldn't miss them. Besides, it was him who needed the alcohol anyways. To drown the pain. Try to put a big, black curtain in front of some of the thoughts of her in his mind. It had worked, but since the buzz was gone the curtain had followed. He was strolling down the main street in Mystic Falls, on a mission to get that curtain back up again. God, the sun was a bitch the morning, or more closely day, after. The sunglasses were, of course, back in the car. Typically. He didn't bother to go and get them.

The girl behind the counter just sat there shuffling through some papers. Clearly bored. That changed as soon as he walked in. She looked up from whatever she was reading, only to find herself inches from his face.

"Hey there," he said in his smooth, flirty voice. Her heartbeat was increasing fast. He could hear the blood pulsating in her veins just below her skin. Maybe he wouldn't just get alcoholic beverages today. Fresh human blood, he hadn't had that in weeks. If it hadn't been for that bitchy little witch, he would have seduced a few girls by now.

She blinked a couple of times before she could answer. "Hey there yourself," she said in a fake confident tone. He retracted a bit and flashed his trademark grin.

"What can I do for you?" Her voice was still the same while she was bending over, giving him a perfect view to her cleavage. Girls these days were very willing, almost too willing. What could to say? He couldn't really blame them, and he certainly didn't mind the way they were acting.

"I just came here to see you." That line always worked, especially followed by his signature "eye-thing". Scratch that, almost always. Of course there were always exceptions to a rule. This time it was one. One girl. He shook the thought out of his head. "I'm Kate," she said with a flirtatious smile. "Oh, I know," He casually responded while turning around, beginning to scan the selection of scotch. Thankfully the girl didn't come around the counter. The clingy ones annoyed him. Going through the shelves he picked up at least ten bottles before putting them on the counter. He hadn't found his favorite, but he was certain they had it somewhere, so he just asked the girl. What was her name again?

"I'll take a look in the back room," she said, obviously trying to please him. With a satisfied look on her face, she came back a few minutes later with three bottles before bagging them with the rest. "They were the only ones we had left. But it looks like it's enough. Having a party?" Excessively curious. "Thank you, …" he said gesturing towards her, pretending to think about her name. "Kate," she answered quickly. He looked deep into her eyes. "Thank you, Kate. There will be no charge today." He could pay for the liqueur, but he never bothered. "No charge," she mumbled. He remembered his thirst and said, "You will not remember anything that happens right now." She nodded in agreement.

In a flash he was behind the counter, his eyes focused again. "You will not remember me." His voice was smooth as silk as he carefully brushed away the hair from her shoulder, exposing her neck. "I will not remember you." His fingers lightly traced the vein only protected by a thin layer of skin. His fangs pricked against his lower lip. He was just about to give in when a voice interrupted him. "Damon," it said. "Damon, please don't do this." How did she know his name? The voice was too familiar. Confused, he looked up. The face of the again nameless girl had changed into… Elena's face? She looked scared. "Don't do this," she repeated. Great, his mind was playing tricks with him again. But right now he didn't care. All he could focus on was her lips as they once again moved. He didn't hear the sound, though. He was too preoccupied with finding out their exact shade of color and their shape. Because he had never gotten the chance to study them so completely undisturbed before.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was kissing her. This time she didn't back away. This time she didn't protest, trying to tell him that he was better than this. Oh, he was better alright, but maybe not in the way she meant it. She kissed him back. Her lips were warm and soft against his. He leaned her against the counter wanting to feel her against him, running his fingers in her long, gorgeous, silky hair. He didn't know how long they stood there, but as her lips parted so he could get full access, there was something wrong. She didn't taste the same. She didn't smell the same either. Her hair was suddenly shorter. He pulled back. The nameless girl's face was back with a dumbstruck look. He blinked a couple of times before grabbing the bags off the counter and ran out the door.

'Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home'

AN: I know, this chapter isn't very long. I just came up with the idea for it and wanted it to be a chapter by itself. My apologies to the people who wanted a longer update. Also for the record, I won't be able to update more than approximately once a week, due to the fact that I have school and work. The song used in this chapter is one that's been on TVD, I'm sure you all know it, Temptation by Moby.

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