Damon.

Damon Salvatore rolled over in bed to face the girl that was on the other side.

"Hey baby," he sighed, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears.

"Oh hello, Damon," she replied.

Damon didn't even remember what her name was. Pepper? Piper? Penelope? Damon thought, trying to remember the blonde's name he had gotten drunk with yesterday. But to be completely honest he really didn't care. All Damon remembered was after they were completely hammered, she had broughten Damon to her apartment. Damon blacked out after he walked through the door, but he knew they probably did something before going to bed, simply because Damon didn't even remember going to bed last night. Damon looked at the blonde's neck, it was full of blood. Damon must have drained a lot of blood from her yesterday, but he just didn't remember. But half of Damon didn't even want to remember.

He kissed her passionately, until the urge for her blood was too much to resist. Damon bit into her neck, draining as much as he could to fill his thirst.

Damon had compelled her to let him drink her blood, and that she shouldn't be scared of him.

Being compelled was basically being mind controlled, and god did Damon enjoy using it on people. Also, when a vampire compels someone the vampire's eyes swirl in circles.

"Does anyone live here with you?" Damon asked, compelling her to tell him the truth. Damon's icey blue eyes swirled making the color in his eyes seem pale.

"No," she responded, with a big smile on her face. She leaned her neck up so Damon could drink her blood if he wanted to.

"Good," Damon smiled at her response. He then almost completely drained her of blood, and when Damon was done he snapped her neck, leaving her dead in her own bed. Damon opened the door, and quickly destroyed the camera's that were in the room before leaving.

Damon walked down the street, wondering what he should do next. Damon had been running for a long time. A long, long, long time. And, he really wasn't sure if he could run from his problems any longer. He has been skipping towns everytime someone even slightly figured something out about his nature. That wasn't under his control, of course.

The truth was that Damon actually really missed his hometown, Mystic Falls. But Mystic Falls came with one bad thing. Stefan Salvatore. Stefan is Damon's backstabbing little brother. But Damon wasn't ready to admit that he was suddenly longing to go back to Mystic Falls, after he thought of Stefan. After a long time of arguing with his brain, and the very little of a heart Damon had left, his heart won. Damon was heading back to Mystic Falls tomorrow.

But of course, Damon was going to live it up tonight. Damon was invited to a big party that was being held tonight at one of the big mansions. But before that, Damon decided he would go to the "cafe petit déjeuner," which was a breakfast place that Damon liked to go to in this town. He walked up to the man who was working at the register.

"What can I get for you?" He asked.

"Could I get a large coffee," Damon stated. "And, I won't have to pay for it," Damon demanded, compelling the guy at the register. This made Damon's eyes look pale blue, yet again.

"Yes, of course," the man smiled.

"Actually," Damon said, putting his hand on his chin, making it look like he was thinking about something. "I'll take 2 of those coffee's," he told the man, while cocking an eyebrow. Damon always enjoyed making things more complicated for people.

"Okay great. That will be zero dollars. We just need your name?" He asked

"Damon,"

"Okay, we'll call you when your order is ready," the man stated nicely.

"I'm counting on it," Damon responded. Damon walked away, and started heading to the table he always sat at. Damon liked it because it was away from the sun.

Damon was able to be in the sun, thanks to his day ring, but he still wasn't a big fan of light. Mostly because of the things the daylight can do to his kind, and Damon was just a pretty dark person. He always turned the lights off wherever he went.

When Damon arrived at his favorite table he was surprised to see someone else sitting there.

It was a lady who looked about 24, the same age as Damon's physical appearance, but Damon could easily pass as a highschool student if he wanted to. She had charcoal colored hair that was tied back in two long braids. And by long I mean it was almost down to her thighs. She had olive skin, and was wearing a vibrant red colored lipstick. She was wearing a black crop top, with a short forest green jacket. Also, she was wearing light blue ripped jeans, and black high heeled boots.

God, Damon thought this girl was hot. So, Damon quickly decided to approach the girl. "Hey," he said, sitting down on the opposite side of her

"Oh!" she jumped. "Hello," she laughed.

"I'm Damon," he told her, brushing his dark brown hair behind his ears. "Damon Salvatore," he added quickly.

"I'm Mia Edwards," she replied.

"Nice to meet you, Mia," Damon said, giving her his trademark flirt smile.

"Right back at you," Mia responded.

Damon liked this girl's attitude. She reminded him of himself. But to be completely honest he wasn't sure if he actually liked that.

"So-" Damon started but got interrupted by someone calling his name.

"Damon!" The man at the register yelled.

"Be right back," Damon told Mia. He quickly walked up, grabbing his 2 large coffee's. He walked back to the table and sat down again.

"That's a lot of coffee," Mia laughed.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired," Damon stated, looking his icey eyes into her forest green ones.

God Damon was tired. Damon never slept, it was one of the worst things about him. Damon always has nightmares, and he hates them more than anything. Damon hates feeling vulnerable, and waking up screaming and crying makes him feel pretty vulnerable. His nightmares have gotten so bad that Damon is afraid to fall asleep. So naturally that means Damon stays awake all night, so then he doesn't have to fall asleep. There's only ever been one thing that helped Damon with his nightmares. And to Damon's demise, that thing was Stefan Salvatore. Stefan always comforted Damon after his nightmares. And even though Damon doesn't want to admit it, Stefan always made him feel better after his nightmares. But, without Stefan they happened a lot more to Damon, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Damon sipped one of his coffee's, desperately trying to keep away his own thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Mia asked, finally forcing Damon to get out of a prison, that he called his thoughts.

"Yeah. I was just thinking," Damon replied, for once being honest.

"About what?" Mia asked, pushing her braids behind her shoulders. Mia was leaning towards Damon as if she was suddenly extremely interested with what Damon was thinking.

"Well, I was thinking," Damon started. "There's a party tonight. And, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow to make himself look more attractive then he already was.

"Yeah sure," Mia smiled.

Damon and Mia talked for a long time. And by a long time I mean both Damon's coffee's were long gone, and it was almost time for the party.

"Well I think I should get going. It's been a long long long long time," Mia laughed. "I'm getting kind of tired of talking to you. I'm ready for something a little bit more," she joked, sending him a wink. Damon smiled, at the thought of seeing something more of Mia.

Damon walked back to his apartment, and put the key into the door lock of number 107. He walked into the apartment, and he forgot how much of a piece of shit it was.

The walls were a fading red and brown striped wallpaper that was slowly peeling off. There was a single bed that barely even fit Damon. The bed had gray sheets, and a crusty pillow. The bedframe was slowly falling apart. Damon didn't even want to think about what the bathroom looked like. There was a single tiny fridge in which Damon kept his packets of saved blood. Damon wouldn't even live here if it weren't for his dire circumstances. And, by that he meant, he had no money. But there was one good thing about this place, there were no security cameras. This meant that Damon could pretty much do whatever he wanted.

Damon opened the fridge to see what was inside, there were many packets of blood. But, Damon found none of them appealing.

Damon hadn't eaten anything in awhile, he just wasn't hungry. And a little part of Damon didn't even think he deserved to eat. So, the only time Damon ever really ate was when he drank people's blood when he planned to kill them right after, or if he was drunk. Most of the things Damon isn't proud of, happened when he was drunk.

Damon closed the mini fridge, while letting out a long sigh.

The party was in an hour so Damon decided it was probably time to get ready. He put on the black suit he had, it was a little bit dusty, but no one ever noticed. Damon had had this suit for a couple of years now, and he used it every time he went to a party. Damon used a brush to unknot his hair. His short dark brown hair fell in front of the sides of his head. Damon put his tie on, and walked out of the apartment. He locked the door behind him, and walked to "cafe petit déjeuner," to meet up with Mia. They decided to meet up at the cafe because it was only a two minute walk to the mansion it was being held at.

Mia looked absolutely stunning. Her black hair was down and it was almost down to her knees now. She was wearing a dark red cocktail dress that had a slit in it on the side, to expose the skin on one of her legs. She was also wearing black high heels. She was wearing a necklace that Damon was sure he had seen before, and it kind of creeped him out. But Damon put this thought aside, but he didn't throw it away. Damon was too paranoid to forget anything suspicious he saw.

"You look beautiful," Damon said in awe.

He grabbed her hand and bent down in a bow, and planted a kiss on her hand. She laughed. And then Damon cocked an eyebrow making himself look insanely hot. "My lady," Damon said flirtatiously.

"Sir," Mia joked. They walked together into the mansion, and were suddenly hit with very loud music that made Damon's ears ring. Damon quickly cursed at his vampire hearing. Damon quickly covered his ears with his hands. "Are you okay?" Mia asked. Damon could go to parties but he's never been to one this loud before.

"Y-yeah," Damon stuttered dizzily. He put his hand on his head, but removed it quickly, when the song changed to a more quiet romantic song. "Do you want to dance?" Damon asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Of course," Mia laughed.

They walked out to the dance floor, and Damon put his hand on her waist. Mia put her arms around his neck and they slowly danced to the music. Mia looked so pretty, while she was dancing.

All of a sudden something hit Damon. Do I actually like Mia? Damon thought. No, no, no, no. Damon repeated in his head. I can't love Mia. I can't. I love Katherine. Damon thought vigorously. Damon couldn't love Mia, he was in love with Katherine, and he was going to save Katherine. That was the main reason why Damon continued living. Damon really had nothing else to live for.

"God, you zone out really easily, don't you?" Mia asked, while laughing.

"Oh sorry," Damon apologized. "Just thinking about something," Damon told her, moving his head closer to Mia's. He furrowed his eyebrows making himself look even better looking than before.

"What are you thinking about?" Mia asked, cocking an eyebrow. Damon felt himself tense.

"Just about how beautiful you are," Damon lied. Damon slid his hand down further, and along her thigh. He tried to reach up her dress but Mia stopped him.

"Let's do this somewhere more private," Mia laughed, pulling Damon into a kiss.

"Yes, please," Damon drew out the last word, while licking his lips. Mia grabbed Damon's arm and pulled him into a storage room. Damon thought this was an interesting choice of scenery for a fun time, but he shrugged it off.

Mia pressed Damon against a stack of crates, and kissed him passionately. Damon flipped her onto the wall, and moved towards the empty seat on the wall. They both sat down, still kissing each other. Mia slid her hands up under Damon's shirt, slowly removing it. They pulled apart for a second and Mia reached into her pocket.

To Damon's surprise, she pulled out a wooden stake. She stabbed it into the side of Damon's stomach, she quickly removed it and stabbed him in the chest, right in Damon's lunge. Damon gasped for air, and he would have used his vampire speed to kill Mia but he didn't. Damon actually was kind of falling in love with Mia, and that's what stopped him from killing her. A bunch of men came out of hiding. They were hiding behind the crates on the other side of the room. Before Damon knew it, he was shoved in a bag that had a lining of vervain.

Vervain was a plant that weakened vampires. Humans turned vervain into liquids or pretty much anything. This bag was lined with vervain, and Damon could barely even move.

After about 15 minutes of struggling, Damon passed out.

Damon woke up, and immediately noticed that he was hanging from the ceiling. He was chained from his hands, and the chains were digging into his wrists, making them bleed.

After 10 minutes of struggling, the pain in his wrist became unbearable. He stopped struggling and hung there for another 5 minutes.

"Look who's finally awake," Damon heard a shrill female voice. He looked around and saw that it was Mia. She started laughing hysterically.

"What is wrong with you?!" Damon yelled.

"Absolutely nothing," Mia laughed.

"What do you want from me?" Damon asked fiercely.

"I want revenge," Mia responded. She finally stopped laughing.

"For what?" Damon demanded.

"Maybe because you killed my family," Mia snapped back at Damon.

"Well who was your family?" Damon asked. Damon really didn't remember even a quarter of the people he killed. He just didn't really care. They were his victims, he didn't need to know their names.

"The Edwards family," Mia replied.

"Yeah no, it doesn't really ring a bell," Damon said.

"You don't remember!" Mia yelled.

"Nah," Damon said. Damon knew he crossed the line, but he always does. It was one of Damon's qualities.

"How dare you!" Mia screamed. She then walked over to Damon and pointed the stake right at his heart. "I wouldn't play with me," Mia snapped at Damon.

"Sorry darling," Damon smiled. She lowered the stake, and put it right into Damon's side. Damon gasped in pain. She took it out and walked out of the room.

5 minutes later Mia returned with all of the men following close behind her. They were carrying bottles of something Damon knew way too well. Vervain. Damon tensed up when he saw the vervain. Mia walked up to Damon and showed him the bottle, mockingly.

"You scared of a little vervain?" Mia laughed. Damon forced himself to relax a little bit.

"No, not really," Damon lied. "Anyway, so I was wondering. How did you know I was a vampire?" He questioned.

"For one you were sitting at the darkest table in the cafe. Secondly, there was a little bit of blood in your teeth," Mia started. "Also, you cringed when you heard the loud music, and maybe because I saw you murder my parents," Mia said angrily.

"Oh yeah, that's some pretty good reasons," Damon responded. While Damon was talking, the men moved behind him, still holding the vervain.

Damon felt a sudden burning sensation in a line on his back. He gasped in pain. Mia was laughing hysterically again. She uncapped her bottle of vervain and put it all over his chest, making a hole in Damon's chest. He felt bottles being emptied all over his body, which caused him to let out a scream. Mia slapped Damon right across the face every time he screamed.

By the time they were done, Damon was bleeding all over his body. If he wasn't a vampire he would have bled out. Once they left, Damon sat in his own misery and pain. This wasn't Damon's first rodeo so he knew what to do. He needed to find a way to escape, but he didn't know how this time. He was in an extremely weak state. Damon looked around for anything he could use. There was a bunch of knives, a screwdriver, a taser, and a massive bucket of vervain, which made Damon's eyes widen in fear.

They are actually going to kill me. Damon thought. But at this thought he felt a sudden feeling of relief. He didn't want to be here anymore, and this was his way to get out. But what about Stefan? He thought. I still have to make amends with my brother before I die.

After several minutes of fighting with himself he decided he was going to get out of here, and make amends with his brother. After that anyone could do with him as they please. Damon knew he had to get out of here before they used the bucket of vervain on him, because after that he would be too hurt, and weak to get away. So, Damon swung his feet in hopes to get the screwdriver off the cold metal table. Damon cringed when he accidentally hit the screwdriver off the table. It fell near Damon's feet.

That works. Damon thought, picking up the screwdriver with both of his feet. Damon took a deep breath and threw the screwdriver up and supriselly he caught it with his mouth. Damon heard a bunch of feet running towards the room, so he had to work quickly. Damon used the very last of his strength to get out of the chains with the screwdriver. Once Damon was out of the chains he looked around quickly. Within seconds Mia and the men were all back in the room. Mia looked a little bit shocked that Damon got out.

"How?" He heard Mia mutter. Mia took her wooden stake out of her pocket. Damon used his vampire speed to snap it out of her hand. Damon saw her cower in fear, and he immediately dropped the stake. Damon felt himself tense up, and his eyes filled with tears.

Why am I like this? He thought. I killed her family. She's the victim, I'm not. Half the time Damon was scared of himself but he never told anyone that. He thought it was a weakness, and Damon didn't want anyone to use his weaknesses against him ever again. That's why Damon doesn't express his feelings anymore, and he turned his humanity off.

When a vampire turns off their humanity it means that they don't have to feel most of their emotions. They still feel a little bit but they choose to ignore it.

He looked Mia right in the eyes, and he saw the grief in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and in a second Damon was out of the building. He went up to an old man who was walking on the street and asked for the directions to Mystic Falls.

"It's about 300 kilometers North of here," the old man told Damon.

"Thanks," Damon replied, plastering a fake smile on his face. Damon ran all the way to Mystic Falls in 3 minutes. Damon immediately recognized an alley that he could use that would bring him right into the heart of town. Once he had staggered through the alley, he looked around. He saw a giant park, a bunch of stores on one side, and on the other side was Mystic Falls high school. Damon saw two people walking out of the school together.

Damon's eyes widened when he realized these two people looked beyond familiar to him.