Take Note: I decided for the flashback to have smut. Don't like, don't read. This will be the first time that I actually go into further details for a smut scene, so bear with me!

I also added some lyrics to this chapter; it's cheesy, I know. The song is The Night Before by Lee Hazlewood.

All he knew was the stinging throbs in his temples were keeping his sight from being clear, nothing but blurs. The weight on the bed shifted as Elena slid off of the mattress, biting back the sobs. She could see empty alcohol bottles scattered across the floor, more reminders of the night before.

Damon slowly slipped into a sleep once more, remembering that night so vividly…

I saw her dancing at the party

So young with laughter in her face

The club looked absolutely rundown, an abandoned building attempted to be fixed up. Most of the windows were shattered, the front doors were hanging on by a bare bolt, but even so, the place was packed, everyone waiting to hear the melodic beats of his band. It was the one thing that Damon was proud of, his band. He was the lead singer, as well as guitarist, having taught himself both talents since the age of four. His fingers worked their magic on the strings, naturally strumming out tunes that would later spin into hit records. With his mother dying on his fourth birthday, Damon was left to fend for himself, helping his insufferable father as much as he could while still trying to be a kid. Probably the toughest job he ever had was raising his little brother while his father was severely depressed, eventually beginning to abuse the son whom resembled his mother until he turned ten. At the tender age of 15, he was left having to forge for a job in such a large city, ultimately working full-time as a mechanic, while raising a young Stefan and pursuing his musical career while his father sat by idly at his work.

Back then, he never realized how much his guitar-playing would revolutionize into something like this, a rock mogul. Serpenti was originally composed of his three wingmen, Markus, Anthony, and Armand.

In fact, Armand was the one who had booked the band to play in this dump. Damon snickered as he worked his way in through the back entrance, guitar case in hand. There were lines of people forming outside of the jam-packed club, awaiting the sight of the band. Markus smirked, pointing wordlessly to the fans holding up posters with obscene words written on them. Anthony nudged Markus in the ribs, silently telling him to get back to work.

As soon as Damon pulled the door open, he was blasted with music. Well, you could hardly call it music. A heavy metal band was playing, sounding more like screaming kindergarteners slamming their hands against the strings of guitars. It stung everyone's eardrums to listen to the shouting of the lead singer.

After working his way to the back of the stage, and set up his guitar to the amplifier, Damon finally heard the next band head onto the stage. Once the music began, it seemed that everyone took a sigh of relief hearing the soft, melodic beats of the soft rock band. The lead singer, a female, had a soft, mellifluous voice that spread throughout the room. It was calming, yet quite a snore. There were groups of people dancing, trying to at least gain something out of the hippie-styled music.

Damon peeked out, skimming the room for her face, praying that she wasn't out there. With fame come the stalkers, the creepy, strange stalkers. Her name was Delilah, a classmate of Damon's from high school, just before he dropped out to pursue his musical career. It began with her showing up at all of his gigs, then gradually flipped to showing up at his house. And from there it got out of hand. The shivers ran down his spine at the thought of her doing something worse.

He breathed out in relief when he couldn't find her face anywhere. It was the only plus to agreeing to do last-minute gigs. Just as he was about to turn around, Damon's eyes caught a glimpse of an enchanting sight. His eyes locked to her figure, watching her flow with the music, her body swaying. The sight was addicting, drawing him in, making him want to see more. But as soon as the beauty was before his sights, her face twisted into a frown, glancing down at something in her hand before walking towards the bar.

Turning to his bandmates, he said, "Be back in a few. I need a good drink." The others waved their hands while they continued tuning their instruments.

And when the others had departed

Convincing words and she stayed late

He knew the song would draw her in, make her succumb to the words that poured from his lips as his fingers strummed the beat he had carved into his head. It was the same thing he had done time after time with each beauty he wanted for himself. Simple words were all it took, and just like that, they were putty in his hands.

The alcohol he had purchased for her was enough to get her sloshed. In the minutes he had known her, she had released plenty of information about herself. Damon learned that her name was Elena, he brushed the name to the back of his memory, knowing that he wouldn't need it.

He told her his name, "I'm Damon," Knowing that she would need to know it for when she screamed out his name later on in the night.

It had just struck midnight when he took her by the hand, "My place?" She nodded, drowning in his ocean blue eyes.

It took mere minutes to reach his hotel room at the Ritz Carlton, and by this time, their lips were locked in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing, clashing for dominance. He growled, fumbling with the keys before finally throwing the door open. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his bulge press into her center.

He growled as she ground against him, the pain in his trousers becoming too much for him to bear. Kicking the door shut, Damon crashed against the wall, his back colliding with the surface, another growl emitting from his lips.

She continued grounding against his groin, continuing the blazing kiss. He hissed, "Keep doing that and I might lose control."

Elena giggled against his lips, "How enticing." She took her right hand, sliding down his chest until she reached his crotch where she rubbed up and down on his bulge.

It was then that he snapped, practically running, or stumbling in this case, to his bedroom, undressing each other along the way. By the time Elena's back hit the mattress, he had her down to her undergarments. She admiringly looked upon his naked body, the angel-sculpted chest, toned muscles, ruffled raven hair, he was a god.

He smirked before reaching down to the fabric of her bra, undoing the front clasp, watching as she wiggled out of the bra. Her breasts were beautiful in his eyes, even if he had seen bigger. One of his hands caressed her breasts, while his other hand rested upon the edge of her panties, tugging until the fabric was torn from her body.

She gasped from his kisses which started from her nether regions, to her stomach, then to her breasts, neck, and finally her lips. He captured her currently-swollen lips before thrusting inside of her without any warning. Her eyes widened at the large size of him. She had never experienced any man this large, especially since Damon wasn't giving her any time to adjust to his size. He simply guessed that she was used to this.

Their movements were frantic, her nails scraping against his skin, earning herself moans from him and the picking up of his speed.

He thrusted with godlike speed until she finally screamed out, "Damonnn!" His name on her lips sent his body into shudders as he thrust himself into her one last time, emptying himself completely inside of her.

And now those empty whiskey bottles

They stand accusing from the floor

That I hear footsteps as she's leaving

Yes, she remembers the night before