Chapter 2: Damon Salvatore was sitting on the couch, one arm flung out lazily, the other one grasping an empty beer bottle. He heard the ruffling of papers and turned his head.

"What are you doing, Stefan?" he frowned, looking at his little brother who was looking frantically for something. "No searching for a school essay, are you?"

"No, Damon. Not a school essay...What did you do with that vervain I had kept on the table?"

"Gave it to someone," Damon smirked. Stefan glared at him.

"Seriously Damon, where did you put it?"

"Oh, it's like I said I gave it to someone. This girl who I saved yesterday, Stuck some with her."

"Was she attacked...?"

"No, just some drunken humans," Damon grinned. "Pretty amusing. It was very easy, considering that they were already so disorientated."

"Damon," Stefan said shaking his head. "You didn't even mean to save her. You were just hungry."

"I'm hurt, little brother, really," Damon said pretending to clutch his heart. "Think I wouldn't save a pretty girl."

"Face it, Damon," Stefan mumbled. "I'll just tell her to steer clear from you."

"Oh, don't you have class."

"Damon, I'm not even going to bother," Stefan moved to leave the house.

"Well, where, are you going?"

"To the Mystic Grill-"

"-to meet Elena," Damon finished. Stefan walked out of the house, ignoring Damon's triumphant smirk. "Tell Elena I say hi."

"Bye Damon," Stefan said slamming the door shut.

"Have fun, little brother," Damon said, even though Stefan had already left. I'm bored, Damon thought to himself. Then he remembered that the girl was in the hospital. Why not hop over there? Have a little fun? There was the sound of wings fluttering, and Damon was off. He appeared in the hospital room. She was sleeping and carefully he locked the door. She opened her eyes and when her vision came into focus, she frowned. Should I scream, she thought examining the stranger who had burst into her room. How had she not heard him? He was extremely sexy though. Blair wasn't the least bit inclined to scream. She looked at him fully in the face.

"Is this typically a rude town?" she asked. "First I'm practically abducted and almost raped by these drunk guys, and then you, a stranger, comes into my room, so skillfully that I don't even notice."

"Well, maybe, it's you. Bad luck, then," Damon said leaning against the wall. Blair shot a glare at him.

"Hysterical, why what are you here for. Going to brain wash me into having sex with you. That seems to be what strangers ever want with me."

"Well, it's a habit. There's me, having sex with every girl I meet," Damon smirked. "Make that every pretty girl."

"It's not how I work," Blair said, tilting her head up to look at him properly. Damon sniffed the air, and he grinned. Boy was this one good.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Well, are you making me?"

"Mmm...that's where it's your problem not mine."

"Classy," Blair said. "Fine...."

"Dinner, then?"

"Sure," Blair said. "If you can get me out of this hospital."

"Tonight...I have my ways. What food do you eat?"

"Surprise me."

"See you then," Damon said, putting his face so close to hers that their lips almost touched, but he pulled away and walked out of the room. Blair frowned. For a girl who had been almost kidnapped the previous night, going on dates with strangers weren't a good thing to help recovery. But then again, she Blair Waldorf, and Blair Waldorf wasn't just any girl.