A/N: Since I love you guys, and Caleb (plot bunny xD) wants to write more, here's chapter six! Again, talk to my plot bunny or the characters if you don't like the story.. -_-

Anyway…On with the show! :D

The road signs all said the same thing. Always screaming at Damon how far away from Philadelphia he was. The only thing that changed were the numbers as he grew closer to city.

In all honesty, he had no clue as to why his car decided to drive in that direction. He knew Stefan wouldn't be that obvious as to where he was and the other reason…Well, he wasn't even going to think about that. He managed to convince himself that he needed a vacation. Time away from seeing the same fucking face everyday.

And on the plus side, Philly was beautiful in December. Snow covered the ground and fell down in gentle, silent flakes. Street corners were decorated in Christmas cliché, making the Salvatore roll his eyes. But he didn't mind it, not really. In fact, Stefan called him a child as the Holiday season drew nearer every year. He couldn't help it…it was just a magical time.

He pulled into the Holiday Inn parking lot, cutting the car off, letting out a breath of air. The cold and the glass worked together immediately, fogging his forward view. Yeah…vacation. That's what this was…He wasn't here to look for the M.I.A Salvatore or that dreaded half breed. He was just here to relax and enjoy the season.

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The hotel room was warm. Damon had compelled the pretty girl at the front counter into giving him a key on the house, smirking seductively at her. He got himself settled in quickly, taking a shower after everything was in its rightful place. Only thing missing was his Scotch…He sighed. It was either the bar or the liquor store.

He thought for a minute.

Yepp. Bar it was. He grabbed his jacket and left the room.

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The local bar was run down. The smell of sweat and cigars and alcohol hung in the air and there weren't many patrons. Two guys played pool toward the back of the room. There was a small group of guys playing poker and drooling over the soft curves of the slutty women that hung around them, hoping that one of them might be drunk enough to take them home.

Damon rolled his eyes, sliding onto one of the empty barstools. He compelled the geeky bartender to serve him for free all night, ordering a Scotch. The liquor burned his throat as it made its way though his system and he reveled in the subtle pain. It was one of the best feelings since the incident…

No.

Stop.

He mentally slapped himself, downing the new glass that was sat in front of him. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about him! Or that sexy English accent…or the smirk…or the way his eyes sparkled when Damon kissed him back. The vampire groaned, covering his face. This was NOT going according to plan…AT ALL.

Then he smelled it. The same smell that overwhelmed his senses back in the Mystic Grill. That familiar smell of vampire, and the foreign, yet alluring scent of werewolf. And a scent that was purely all man…monster…Whatever.

The younger vampire glanced across the room, back to the two men that were playing pool, only to meet mischievous blue eyes and an alcohol induced playful smirk.

"Well, well, well." The blonde whispered, his words slurred and his accent thick. "We meet again, Damon." He knew the Salvatore would hear it.

Damon groaned again.

He couldn't win.

A/N: Okay! That was a loooong chapter in this story…Uh oh. What's gonna happen next? ;) Meh. Even I don't know! Damn plot bunny -_- Review my lovelies! I'll update fast if you do! :D