Damon watched Elena saunter down the stairs and he smiled. She really was gorgeous, even if she didn't compare to a certain vampyre. He heard a noise from the living room, followed by a deep moan. He scowled when he saw them. Katherine was straddling Loren's hips, moving her lips against his.

"Oh God!" Elena said, "Sorry, I though you two left already."

"Think again, sweetheart," Katherine smirked.

Damon finally arrived downstairs. "They still here?" he asked. Elena nodded. He smirked at Loren, he knew damn well what he was doing to him. He'd worn the sweatpants low on his hips for a reason. Loren scowled and his smirk grew wider.

"What's wrong with you?" Damon growled.

Loren looked at him, lust flashing through his eyes, hurt following it. "Nothing." He said softly.

"Why are you here? In my house, in my town on my fucking couch?"

Loren couldn't stop the eye roll that came.

"He's here for me, Damon," Katherine hissed.

Hurt flashed through Damon's eyes. It hurt him that Loren wanted his best friend but never once thought of him. He covered the emotion up quickly, scowling.

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Since I don't like these two that much…" she purred in his ear, "What do ya say we ditch this place. I have a hotel room and you're more than welcome to share my bed."

Damon rolled his eyes. Katherine was such a slut sometimes. That seductive purr…any man would've fallen for it. But he saw Loren roll his eyes and he heard the reluctance in his voice when he said, "Of course."

He saw the two of them part ways outside, Katherine probably headed to the hotel and Loren going God knows where. Damon sighed and turned back around to see Elena standing there, tapping her foot like a spoiled brat.

"Why didn't you tell me, Damon?" she asked, her eyes softening, "You should go to him." She took the ring off and laid it in his hand, kissing his cheek. He looked shocked, looking between the ring and her.

"Thank you," he whispered, pulling on a t-shirt and grabbing his car keys. She smiled and turned to walk upstairs. "Don't fuck this up, Damon. He loves you." She disappeared into the bedroom and Damon walked out to his car.

He found Loren at the bar about fifteen minutes later. He knew he was there instantly by the smell of Vodka and the smell that was totally Loren. He wanted to talk to him, to understand, but his walls took him over.

"Still taking pride in stalking me?" he snarled.

The vampyre jumped at the voice and sighed when he settled down.

"I have no pride, Damon." He said softly.

Damon was taken aback by the words. He didn't believe them for a second. He sighed and took the seat next to Loren, watching as the vampyre downed another shot of Vodka, coughing slightly as the bartender topped his glass off.

"Why are you here?" He asked, "Really?"

"Katherine," Loren said, still not looking up, "We dated while I was in Tulsa."

Damon bit back the comment he wanted to make then. "Well that's…good."

"Not really" Loren said, downing another shot.

"Why not?" Damon asked.

Loren finally turned to look at him. His eyes were truly windows to his soul and to his heart. Damon's heart broke at what Loren said next.

"Because, who in their right mind would care about me, Damon?"

Damon muttered something that sounded like, 'I do, dumbass' but thankfully Loren didn't hear it.

"Pardon?"

"No one," Damon growled, downing his drink.

"Exactly," Loren said, his voice growing colder, "Which is why I'm just some fling to her and she's got a boyfriend back home."

Damon caught the hint Loren was trying to give him.

"How's that girlfriend of yours?"

Damon's tone was cold and heartless.

"Oh she's fine," Loren said, narrowing his eyes, "Hopes I'm dead, but she's fucking fine."

"Well gee, wonder why she would want that," Damon said, sarcasm in his voice, "You're just a stand up guy!"

Damon saw the hurt that flashed on his-the vampyre's face at that comment. He wondered if it was because it was coming from him or because he actually missed the girl. He was hoping it was from him. Loren glared at him.

"Yes, because you're so simple yourself," he hissed, "full of great ideas and full of shit."

"Would you be referring to me giving you everything I had?" Damon growled.

"Damon, don't go there," Loren warned.

"Why the hell shouldn't I?" he asked, "Not like you give a fuck."

"Damon," Loren looked up, his tone pleading and his eyes showing pain, "Please don't go there."

Damon stood up, hissing, "Fuck you!"

"Outside gentlemen," the bartender, who didn't look more that twenty, said in a monotone voice.

Damon saw Loren throw a couple bills on the table and then he was gone. The vampire followed him, wanting answers, now.

"Don't go there? Why the hell not?" Damon's eyes held fury and hatred that had been pent up for so long, "You made me trust you! You made me fall in love with you and you left me!"

He hated how his voice cracked on the end.

"Damon," Loren said. Then all the sudden, they were chest to chest. And it was way too hot. Of course that could've been the interested stirring down lower. "Stop."

And there it was. Damon's queue to leave. To stay away.

"For the record, I hate you. I fucking hate you."

And with that, the vampire disappeared into the bar again.