"This is courtesy of the young woman over there."
Damon's eyes focused on the drink being put down in front of him, an exact copy of what he was already sipping on. He turned his attention to the woman the bartender previously pointed out, her coy smile luring him in. A familiar rush of hunger began to build within the man as he enjoyed gazing over her figure. The dress she wore was low cut and showcased silky smooth thighs, making Damon wonder how much of her ass he could see, if she were to bend over. Her hair was tied up in a tight pony, and her exposed neck look oh so inviting to the vampire.
After gulping down what was left of his drink, Damon picked up the fresh glass and wandered over to the girl, his own charming smile plastered on his face. Shallow words were exchanged, drinks were had, and after a good hour of dancing with this woman, Damon found himself thirsty for not just booze. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close and whispering in to her ear.
"Wanna go someplace more private?"
Damon was not surprised to hear her say yes, mentioning that she only lived a few blocks away. Despite the building being close by, Damon found the girls intoxication to be somewhat of a nuisance, and thus he made a snap decision to cut their date short. Looking into her eyes, he told her to follow him, claiming to know a shortcut. Darkness clung to the alley, making it easy for anyone to lurk within the shadows. Damon used this to his advantage, and, after listening in for any other living presence, pressed the girl against the cold hard brick wall.
'Don't scream.'
He spoke softly, compelling her to accept her fate. Lips brushed over warm skin, the scent of cherry blossoms invading his senses. The vein in her neck quickened its pulse ever so slightly, and Damon's alcohol soaked break thought of it as a tease, causing him to sink his fangs in his victims neck without a second thought. The taste of blood filled Damon's mouth, flooding his throat and quenching his thirst. At first there was no struggling, but as Damon sucked the life from the girl, she began to wriggle within his grasp.
He pressed her more firmly against the wall, hands keeping a tight grip on her arms. A second bite was administrated, then a third, and fourth. By the fifth bite, Damon could tell the woman was clinging to life by a thread. He swept his tongue over the wounds he made, savoring the taste of blood that still poured from the punctured skin. Moments later, he felt her leave the world and pass on, body limp with death.