Darkness tried to engulf the sprouting skyscrapers of LA, but the lights that never sleeping shone like a beacon ever through. LA was a haven for the famous, god's new found paradise for hopeful; it wasn't called the city of angles for nothing. Bright lights and big names, was that what he was here for? He had no idea anymore. Almost three hundred years had pretty much exhausted any plans for the future; this was his time now. With no one to care for and no one to care for him he was free of judgement and free from disappointment. In his eyes no emotion meant no consequences, so as he strutted down the streets of LA his hands in his pockets and his head high the traffic bombarding his thoughts like a storm meaning he couldn't distinguish one voice form another. It didn't matter it was only one sound he needed to hear at a time like this and he could hear it loud and clear. It the only thing loud enough to penetrate that storm and it was drunken squeals of orange faced, flammable haired girls. This only meant one thing, venerable prey.
This was prime feeding time. As soon as sun went down and the stars came out so did the vampires and Damon wasn't going to be an exception. He made his way past vibrantly lit up club after club but he didn't want to be in on the action he wanted the aftermath. He wasn't going to stay in the city for long he was headed for the suburbs. The music and lights stopped almost as soon as they had started and it felt to him as though he had passed with in minute from one world into another.
He stopped. Walking slower now and looking behind him to see if there were any witnesses he slipped into the darkness sitting in an alleyway out of the way of prying eyes. He lowered himself onto the floor spreading his legs out in front of him and crossing them over. As he rested his head onto the cold grey brick wall behind him he laid his hands on his stomach as if he were as relaxed as when he was watching TV.
He waited there expectantly until he heard the sound he had been waiting for; the high pitched giggles split the silence in the air and he sprang up. Three girls each of them wearing short body contouring dresses stopped in their high heeled tracks as they noticed a tall dark man standing squarely in front of them.

'Evening ladies.' He crooned politely at them. 'How are you tonight?'

The girls seemed appalled looking at each other with wary glares and probably thinking he was high or drunk and merely strutted forward in an attempt to push past him. To the first girls horror Damon appeared in her face three steps further forward appearing to be trying to stop them. His mouth opened in a strained stance revealing two long sharp fangs but none of the girls were alive long enough to react with more than a scream because no sooner as he had snapped the neck of the first he sprang at the other two who let out a moaning tortured cry and pulling them around with their arms behind he pulled their heads unnaturally back until the terrified sound was no more and the bodies dropped limply at his feet. He stood catching his breath about to drop down to the dirty floor and puncture the now still flow of rich liquor that he could smell from the veins of his victims but he stopped suddenly halfway to the ground as his ears picked up the clicking of heals on the pavement. He swiftly flew round kneeling protectively over his prey. Looking up with red blood thirsty eyes Damon saw a woman tall and dark with brown hair that curled into ringlets that slithered down her back. He stood up calming down realising the supernatural spark in her deep eyes; he didn't think he had anything to fear.

'How did I guess that I would find a vampire up at this time?'

Damon's entire face transformed into a confident smirk of appeal and slunk forward. 'It may not be a surprise to you but it is to me why a beautiful woman like you is wondering around at this time of night alone.'

'I can take care of myself.' She said bluntly closing her eyes. When she opened them two red glaring beacons pierced through the night.

'I understand.' said Damon flirting. 'So how can I be of service to you mam?'

'The smell of blood brought me this way but it seems that you beat me to it.' she looked down as if she was hard done by looking up into Damon's bright eccentric eyes excited by his kill.

'I did indeed it's the killer instinct you see.'

'Are you suggesting that I don't possess such talent?'

Damon defended his words immediately. 'No certainly not, merely that two creatures so alike in taste should not be competing for a meal. Come help yourself.'

She strode cautiously forward to the hanging piece of meat that Damon held up by the back of its neck. Their faces crept closer together and upon seeing his new acquaintances lips close around the girls pale neck he registered her satisfaction and piercing his teeth into the flesh felt the warm liquid rush around his tongue. High on the taste of blood he sucked with all his thirst like a parched man drinking water for the first time in months. Stepping back and looking with pride at the woman's greedy smirk blood dripping from his mouth; he enjoyed the sweet aftertaste. The pair stood very close he could feel her breath on his own neck the suspense of the moment bringing them closer together. His breaths grew shorter and more frequent as he leant in but his efforts were not however rewarded with a kiss but the excitement of darkness as his vision fled him and his legs betrayed him and his head lolled onto her shoulder. She caught him in her surprisingly string arms. Pushing him off herself onto the floor and picking up one of his ankles she dragged the Damon into the night.