"I am the lie that you adore."

"Now feed the rich and fuck the poor."

Elly gasped walking into the theatre at the Venetian. Her eyes were mesmerized at the sight of the $4.5 million chandelier hanging in the direct center. The ceiling reminded her of a beautiful blue orchid because of its rich color. The bright red curtains of the stage were practically seducing her to move forward.

Seeing the brunette's dazed expression, Caroline gently grabbed her elbow, bringing her back to earth. "We're sitting in the Golden Circle, tenth row." She said pointing ahead of them.

"Usually we prefer box seats, but this show doesn't sell any. As part of the show, the phantom roams around in those up there." Caroline explained.

Elly looked up at opera boxes with red curtains on the second and third floors. She realized the people sitting in them were life-like one of a kind mannequins dressed in authentic period costumes.

"Well, I'll be damned..." Elly replied shocked. "How'd ya manage that? Are you sure that Bobby can't pay ya'll back? Don't want-"

"Damon knows all of the big shots in Vegas. The tickets were free for us." She replied hastily. "I bet you didn't know that this theatre was custom built for the show?"

Elly's eyes widened, eager to learn more.

"The Venetian spent $40 million to design it." Caroline continued with random facts, leading her in the direction of their aisle.

Meanwhile in the theater's lobby, Damon and Bobby were sharing another drink. Bobby being a true Southern alpha-male never backed down from a drinking match, too bad he didn't know that his competition was a vampire. Everything was going according to Damon's plan, in no time Bobby would be too drunk to care about anything. Meanwhile, a few random football fans approached Bobby to get his autograph, which he sloppily penned on paper napkins or body parts.

At curtain call, Damon happily led him to join their girls.

Caroline watched as Elly softly sang along with Christine and Raoul on stage. "Love me - that's all I ask of you…" She was pleased to bring her any short-lived joy.

During the climax of the show, the grand chandelier suddenly dropped from the ceiling, ending a mere 10 feet above their heads. Elly and Bobby were breathless, but the vampires were unfazed knowing in advance what was going to happen. After Elly caught her breath, she started laughing loudly from the rush of the moment. The other theatre goers shot her distateful glares for being loud, but Elly didn't seem to care. This fact only made Damon more enchanted by her.

Bobby had expected there to be an intermission for a much needed bathroom break, but one never came. He found out too late that the production ran for ninty-five minutes straight. By the last fifteen minutes, Bobby couldn't take the pressure any longer, feeling increasingly sick due to binging on hard liquor for the past six hours with Damon. Truth be told, Bobby was amazed that such a lean guy like Damon could keep up with him. Bobby was usually the one that sent others under the table.

"Sweetheart, I ain't feeling too well." Bobby whispered in his wife's ear over the fireworks that were going off on stage.

Elly turned to him, looking equally confused and annoyed. "That's what ya get for drinkin' like a damn fish."

"I'm gonna head back to the room for a bit..."

"What?" Elly asked louder. "Ya can't just walk out now?" She exclaimed with narrowed eyes.

"I already know how it ends." Bobby rolled his eyes. "I just gotta get outta here, my head is fuckin' poundin'."

Elly huffed crossing her arms in anger, but didn't say another word. Caroline narrowed her eyes watching Bobby attempt to quietly pass by her, she knew Damon was responsible for his sudden change. Damn remained seated in a poised fashion like a true gentleman with an aloof disposition - inside of course he couldn't wait for the show to end. It was going to be such an eventful evening for him...

At the end of the show, everyone stood for a standing ovation. Caroline could see the internal glee radiating off of Elly.

"I'm sure you would love a backstage tour of the theatre to see where the 'Phantom' haunts." Damon said with a smirk, placing his hand on the small of Elly's back.

Elly simply giggled in agreement, not sure of what to make of his statement.

"A 'friend' of mine gave me the key to one of the backstage doors." Damon said taking the key out from his suit jacket. "What do you say?"

Elly gasped in shock and Caroline tensed full aware of Damon's game this round.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea… honey." Caroline answered. "What if we get in trouble?"

"There won't be any trouble. We don't mean any trouble." Damon answered with a pointed look.

A rush of annoyed theatergoers started pushing behind them as they were trying to exit. The three of them moved to a side aisle to continue their conversation.

"It's up to you, Elly." Damon said softly. "I know this would mean a lot to you."

Caroline glared in annoyance at Damon. He was such a faker, she thought.

"I mean, ya okay, I think we should do it." Elly agreed with a small smile.

"I knew you were the kinda girl with a sense of adventure." Damon said happily. He was fortunate that he wouldn't have to pressure her further to come with him.

"I never did turn down a dare in my life." Elly added smugly.

"But-" Caroline interrupted, trying to quietly intervene.

"How's about this, baby, you can stay in the hotel and then if we get in trouble, you'll be around to help us out." Damon said grabbing Caroline by her shoulders. He put physical pressure on her to prove the point that he was much stronger than her. A silent reminder showing her who was in charge of the situation.

Caroline bit her lip and decided this wasn't the best time to get into a fight with him. However, Damon would surely get his... the next chance she'd get.

Elly felt like she was dreaming while touring the boxseats in the theatre. She was taking in all of the details in the mannequins and examining them up close. During the exploration, she barely paid any attention to Damon, consumed by the seducing theatre. No doubt, it was a magical place.

When most of the lights turned off without warning, Elly was reminded of the late hour. She reached down to check her cellphone for the time, only to discover that she had lost it sometime in the evening. She groaned about the annoyance of replacing it, hoping that she would find it in her hotel room at the Bellagio.

"Damon?" She called out. She thought he had been right behind her and now it was too dark to see him. It didn't help that he was wearing an all black suit.

"Damon?" She said louder, before realizing she couldn't exactly shout for him, because of their compromising situation.

In the covered darkness, Elly slowly moved around the backstage area. She was somewhat afraid of bumping into something and breaking it. She had no reason to be afraid of the dark, she was a 'big' girl after all.

A few minutes later, she realized that she had no idea where the exit was and started to worry. Knowing that her only option would be to shout for security for help, she tried to remain calm.

All of the sudden, Elly felt someone behind her; breath on her neck. She turned around quickly, but no one was there.

"Damon?" She whispered, but again he didn't answer.

She took a deep breath, deciding her imagination was playing tricks on her and kept walking.

Again, someone moved past her, very quickly this time, yet pausing long enough to touch her waist for a split-second.

Elly's heartbeat started to rapidly increase as she tried to focus in the unusual situation. It sounded ridiculous to think that the theatre was haunted, this wasn't the play for heaven's sake. Ghosts didn't exist, she tried to convince herself.

After a few more steps, Elly cursed realizing that she had walked into a small dead-end corner with no exit, meaning she had to walk all the way back to the boxseats and start her search for an exit all over again.

Before Elly could take another step, her body was abruptly pushed against the wall behind her. She gasped in surprise.

Damon covered her mouth with his hand afraid that she would scream in fear.

"Shush, shush." He cooed.

Elly tensed in uncertainty. She didn't appreciate his sense of humor one bit.

When Damon noticed that she had completely calmed, he removed his hand.

"That ain't funny." She chided with a very serious expression on her face. "Where have ya been? I thought ya just left me."

"I was shy because I have a secret to tell you." He whispered in her ear.

"Stop screwin' around!" Elly said, slamming her fist against his chest. She was a little shocked to discover his strength.

She moved to walk around him and continue looking for an exit, but he grabbed her and held her in place.

"What?" Elly said annoyed. "Let me go."

"Stand still." Damon said looking her in the eyes, compelling her.

"Why?" Elly attempted to move. "Why can't I move?" She asked in a distraught voice.

Damon took her in his arms, hugging her in a sweet embrace. "Everything is going to be okay." He murmured.

She shivered, not knowing how to exactly react. The man obviously has issues, she thought.

"You want me." Damon said, repeating the same words he used on Elena, all that time ago. "I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me."

"No!" Elly protested.

"Elly, do you find me attractive?" He asked, compelling her.

"Yes." She gasped loudly, shocked that she had told the truth.

"When you saw me, what did you think of me?" He asked, continuing the compulsion.

"I thought ya looked mysterious and arrogant." Elly answered against her will.

Damon chuckled a little about the truth behind her answer.

"Tell me you love me." He demanded, staring down at her.

"I love you." She replied, shivering because it wasn't true. "Wait. I don't love you!"

"You're Elena." Damon said, taking her by the waist.

"I'm… Elena." She replied, very confused. "How are you doing-"

She tried to ask him how he was controlling her mind, but she was cut off by a passionate kiss from him.

"Stop!" She mumbled into the kiss. She tried pushing him away, but it was no use.

"I'm married!" She cried out as he kissed her throat. "You're married! Stop!"

"Nobody has to know. Nobody has to get hurt." Damon whispered, then sucked on her earlobe.

She reluctantly moaned at the sensation, before protesting. "But I'll know!"

"Shush. Okay." Damon replied. "Just pretend." His lips continued going down to her clavicle, licking it softly.

"No!" Elly said getting angry, pulling on his hair, trying to get him to stop since she wasn't able to push him away. "I don't know what game this is to you, but I don't want to play. I'm not going to cheat on my husband. I love him."

"Elena?" Damon replied crazed, remembering Elena's reply about him playing 'games'.

"I'm… Elena." She replied, unsure why she kept agreeing. She took a breath in anger and slapped him as hard as possible.

Damon's face shifted vampiric and she could vaguely see the differences in his complexion. She trembled in fear.

"Pretend." He said compelling her. "Pretend I'm a monster, but you still love me. Right?"

"You're a monster, but I still love you." She replied robotically.

"Show me you love me." He continued.

Elly grabbed his face and kissed him. Her tongue entered his mouth, meeting his elongated fangs. Her blood poured into his mouth. She pulled back in pain, but she wasn't scared because she 'loved' him.

Damon licked his lips loving her taste. "You taste so good, Elena." He whispered. "I need a little more." Elly gasped as Damon lifted her skirt to bite into her thigh. At first there was an acute pain like she had never felt before in her life, then the pain turned into a sexual rush. She was about to cum at the drop of a hat.

After getting a better 'taste', Damon stood up and kissed her on the lips. She could taste her blood on his lips, but the coppery taste didn't seem to phase her.

Damon picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him instantly. He propped her body up against the wall and continued to kiss her lips and neck. He traced her pulse, desperately wanting to bite her, but didn't because it would be difficult to cover up once they would inevitably leave the theatre.

Elly moaned in exquisite pleasure, because all she could think about was 'how much she loved her monster'. She dug her hips into his protruding hardness eager to feel any friction against her burning heat. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, uncontrollable desire continued to flood her senses.

Damon had his eyes closed as he ravished her with his lips. He secretly wished that her breasts were a little smaller, remembering the size of Elena's. He tried to push the thought aside and concentrate on the bliss of the passionate moment. Everything he had worked on during the day led to this sexual encounter.

His hands reached down to unzip his pants to enter her.

Elly trembled feeling him push aside her underwear, knowing what was about to happen.

"Damon!" She cried out, breathless, feeling him enter her inch by inch. His thickness fit snugly in the confines of her slick, wet inner walls.

Damon groaned in satisfaction, feeling how tight she was around him. The feeling alone made him want to keep her around on a regular basis. It was hard to deny how perfect their bodies seemed to click as one.

As he slammed into her, over and over, she cried out how much she loved him like a prayer. She was gasping as he took her over the edge. She could barely see straight, everything going white before her.

Not too surprising for him, out of some masochistic motivation, Damon decided to end his little fantasy. Hearing her say that she loved him, but not seeing 'it' in her eyes, had switched his mood for the worse. He felt an evil intention wash over him as he looked into her eyes.

"You're Elly." He compelled her back to normal.

Elly moaned in pleasure before fully realizing what was happening to her. "Damon! Stop" She cried out in fury.

Her mind was so confused. How did she get into this compromising situation? She was absolutely ashamed of her behavior. What would Bobby think? Poor Bobby!

"Damon! Stop!" Elly continued in an anxious manner. It was hard for her to think because of his pounding thrusts.

"I'm giving you what you want." Damon growled in reply.

"Please stop." She whispered trying to hold back her moans. She could feel her second release of the night starting to build within her body, against her will.

"Don't act like you don't like it." He state gruffly. "You're so wet, surrounding me."

Elly bit her lips trying not to enjoy his thrusts.

"You didn't want me to stop a minute ago. Your body was begging me for it." Damon said biting her neck with his blunt teeth. "You need to be fucked, don't you? You love the feel of my dick."

"No. No. No." Elly protested.

She tried to move away from him, but that only seemed to enthuse him further. She started to cry, tears streamed down her cheeks. Her world was falling apart and she couldn't seem to fix it. She wasn't this kinda girl, the one that got fucked by random men, while her husband waited for her.

"Stop crying!" Damon demanded, compelling her in the process. "I can feel your cum dripping down from you. You need to be fucked hard."

Elly was reduced to only sniffles as he pounded harder with deeper, stronger strokes.

"You feel so good around my thick dick." He stammered, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. "You like it, take it hard."

Unable to fight any longer, Elly simply closed her eyes and wished for it to be over.

Damon groaned, climaxing and spilling his dead seed inside of her.

Practically out of character given the last few minutes, Damon gently pulled out of her and straightened both of their clothing, remaining silent during the entire process.

Elly was shaking, nearing an emotional breakdown, still uncertain of everything that had happened. Her mind was blurred, could she blame him? Did he rape her?

"Elly. I want you to forget…" Damon said, compelling her. Soon, in her mind, the night's events played completely different. With some blood from his wrist, Damon was certain that the bite on her thigh would rapidly heal before Bobby or anyone else saw it.

Back at the ostentatious Hugh Hefner Sky Villa, Caroline was restlessly pacing on the large balcony. The glow of the city lights wouldn't calm her nerves this night. She had been waiting for Damon to return from his night with Elly. She no longer had the patience for his emotional issues. She was ready to hash their issues out. She had rehearsed what she was going to say, preparing to deal with him.

Damon didn't stumble into the suite until past four in the morning. Caroline could instantly smell the alcohol on his body when he entered. His suit jacket and tie were long forgotten, he could have been mistaken for a homeless man. Without even acknowledging her, he slumped onto the large couch in the living area in an exhausted manner. He just wanted to go to sleep, not having the energy to prepare for bed.

"Is she dead?" Caroline interrogated him, not bothering to formally greet him.

"No." Damon muttered. "Her husband's a 'celebrity', like you said? I'm not stupid."

Caroline let out an unneeded breath in relief of the situation. While she felt no remorse with her humanity turned off, she wouldn't have been okay with Elly dying. She didn't know why, she just knew.

"It's time to move on, Damon." Caroline said crossing her arms. "And you don't do that by fucking every clone you can find under the Nevada sun."

"You're just a teenager." Damon answered lamely, barely looking at her. "I'm not about to take lifestyle advice from you. You can't tell me what to do."

Caroline wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. "No, but I do know this pattern is unhealthy. You can't just fuck girls because they look like your brother's dead girlfriend. Can't you see that?"

"What does it matter?" Damon dismissed her, trying to forget that Elena was never his girlfriend. "It's what vampires do. We compel people. We're evil. Or did you forget?"

"I just told you why it matters. You know what... I think you're afraid to be happy. You like living in misery, it's all you know, right?" She answered in an oddly quiet voice. "You're right though. I can't stop you from compelling people. But you're my friend, meaning I have to call you out on fucked up shit."

"I never asked for a friend." Damon snapped. "You asked me to come along, not the other way around."

"Fine." Caroline said bitterly. "Then you can count me out. I'm serious Damon! You're too fucking selfish to see how much this is hurting me as well."

"Caroline." He replied roughly. "I thought I was perfectly clear when I said we'd never be anything-"

"Don't be an idiot!" Caroline rolled her eyes. "This has nothing to do with us. This is about you constantly flaunting reminders of my dead best friend. Every time you play this game, it makes me feel depressed or want to kill someone... and I usually do, you know? The very next day."

It was painful for Caroline to forget about Elena, but it was more painful to remember her in this screwed up way. Her loss was a constant demon for her. Caroline wasn't sure if he knew about her vivid dreams about their last days together. The dreams made her feel powerless and she hated it. Caroline didn't feel guilty for Elena's death, she couldn't, she wasn't even there when it happened.

Damon remained quiet.

"Promise me that this game is going to stop." Caroline said firmly, standing in front of him.

He looked up to her, but didn't say a word. He only shook his head, 'no'.

"Fine." Caroline muttered. "You don't need me. And I really don't need you, not anymore, not like this."

She walked out of the suite, not caring about his reply.

Six hours later, Damon awoke still in the same position on the couch. Damon got up and shouted for Caroline, but she was nowhere to be found. She never answered him. He sighed and dialed her cellphone, but the machine said it was disconnected. He pouted for a second before recalling their last conversation.

At vampire speed, Damon rushed around looking for any evidence of her. He found none of her things.

Caroline had left him. And she left without a way to contact her.

She was really gone.

He was alone, on his own, again.

To Be Continued ...

A/N: I haven't gone to this Phantom production, but I did try to get accurate details about it. I'm totally eager to see it now on my next trip to Vegas. Photos of the theatre, extras on my livejournal (user: junkyatbest). Last chapter next. Be Good & Review!

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