I hope you are ready for this. I am attempting low level smut for the first time in honor of chapter 20. I hope that you guys aren't too disappointed by how it goes. Just remember that anticipation makes the payout so much better! Also, as a special treat, I have made the chapter a little extra length just to say thank you.

Thank you to optimisticspaz for following me and the story! Thank you to croonsgirl for following and favoriting the story! It is even that little kind of feedback that motivates me.

Laura-LaLa, thank you for the review! Glad to hear from you again. I think a little bit of Damon is exactly what Charlotte needs right now. She is having a rough time of it and needs a little fun.

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Lisolotte

Charlotte swirled the liquor in her glass and a wry smile bloomed on her delicate face. She was 12 hours into her lost weekend with Damon and she knew know that she had made the right choice. They only had 60 hours left before they had to return to the real world and all the stupid problems that had been going on in their lives. Instead of worrying about that, they were going to drink as much booze as they could, gorge themselves in blood and deal with their drama by completely ignoring it. She turned and looked at Damon across the room. He was magnificent. He was gorgeous and dangerous and totally into her. Charlotte knew that part of her was just reacting to the fact that she felt completely betrayed by Elijah after finding out just how long he and his siblings had been lying to her. That wasn't it, though. There was something about Damon. She genuinely had an attraction to him and beyond that they worked emotionally. No, there it was again: the guilt. She didn't want to have to save people and she didn't want to have to choose between Elijah and Damon. She loved Elijah for almost all of her life. But he had betrayed her in ways that could not even be described. She might never be able to deal with her anger at him, but she might not be able to get over him. Damon was new and fresh and easy. She had passion with Damon, but she also felt comfortbale with him. She could be herself and not having to worry about anything. The thing is she wanted to stop worrying for a while. She wanted to live free; free of the stress, the guilt, the apprehension and the pain. Damon was perfect for that right now.

Damon caught Charlotte looking at him and she winked. She set her drink down and sauntered over to him. The bar was packed with people who were just dying to be used by Damon and Charlotte. It took her a while to work her way over to Damon, but she enjoyed every minute of staring at him. She put her arms around his neck and started to sway to the music.

Damon began to follow her lead. "I won't say that I am not enjoying this new attitude of yours, princess, but what brings the change?"

Charlotte smiled and cast her eyes down for a second. "Well," she started. "I am being a flower child again. Katherine and I ruled that time. No longer having to worry about society and propriety. We spent the whole 1960s just being. We could be anything we wanted to be. Just free love and danger and drugs."

"You did drugs?!" Damon asked with mock shock.

"I don't kill people to feed, Damon. I still have fun. I can be lots of fun." She added a wink for emphasis. "Maybe I will kill people now. Who knows? Nothing makes sense anymore. I cannot believe the kinds of things that now makes sense after Tatia's little revelation and the things that no longer make sense. The world just feels so impossible now. Am I just not enough? After 1000 years you think I would have sorted things out. You know, figured myself out and how to live my life. God, I am so warm."

Damon smiled warmly at her and laughed. "You are drunk my dear. You are both ranting and babbling at once which I must say is quite a feat."

Charlotte returned his laugh in turn. "Yes," she agreed. "I cannot remember the last time I truly was. You would not believe how much vodka I had to down. I think that poor bartender is clean out of Ketel One now. Goddamn vampire metabolism. Helps me keep my girlish figure though."

"Tell me about the '60s, Charlotte. You light up when you talk about that time with Katherine. I know you haven't told me the whole story, but how about we skip ahead?"

Charlotte shook her head and her long dark hair fell in front of her dark and sparkling eyes. Since "ejecting" from life as she called it, the bright and exuberant light had returned to her life. She was so adorable that Damon almost threw her over his shoulder and took her upstairs to tickle and tease her until she forgot all that horrible business that the big bad Mikaelson family had done to her.

"That might be nice, but that is not how stories work. Telling them out of order can mean that you miss something," she censured Damon. She looked at him with steel in her eyes for a second. "I can continue telling you my story though. That might be nice. Just until it gets too heavy. Then, you're going upstairs with me."

"Upstairs for what purpose?" Damon teased.

"You know exactly what purpose," Charlotte said unflinchingly.

"What are you going to do about Katherine, Charlotte? Are you worried about her?"

Charlotte scrunched her nose at him. "I don't want to worry about that right now, Day. How about we just go back to telling my story. You want to hear my story, don't you?"

Damon nodded gently to tell her to begin her story.

"I am sure you know the story of how Henrik Mikaelson died and how that caused Esther to want to protect her family at whatever the cost. That happened right around the time that I left while pregnant. After I found out about Elijah's affair with Tatia, I ran and hid until my daughter's birth. I found a nice family to raise her and protect her. I put everything in place to make sure that she would be safe. And then I did the hardest thing I ever did: I left my baby girl. The last thing I saw of her before we met again after her death was her first smile which was her parting gift for me.

"After that, I returned to what you now called Mystic Falls and put in place the elaborate lie that ensured that not a soul knew about my daughter's birth. I pretended to reconcile with Elijah and planned on living my life in order to protect my daughter. I even forged a truce with Tatia. I was committed to living this way for my whole life if it meant that I would keep my daughter safe from the Mikaelsons for as long as she lived. Then Esther got in the way," at this point she rolled her eyes. "She killed my sister and turned her children into vampires. I was the last person she saw before Klaus ripped her still beating heart from her chest. I told her that I hoped she died for all the horrible things she had done." A hollow bitter laugh escaped Charlotte's lips at this point. "I guess I got exactly what I wanted. Too bad that meant that the nasty witch was still in my daily life. I wish that I had told her that I hoped to never hear or see from her again."

"Princess, you can stop if you want," Damon offered. "If it's too much for you, we can stop talking about this. That beefy guy in the corner looks scrumptious. You can take a huge bite out of him if you want."

Charlotte shook her head and her eyes brimmed with tears, but she stuck her chin out defiantly. Charlotte was many things, but a coward was not one of those things. "I am going to get through this. I will get through the hard part of this story and then we will have fun. The best kind of fun will be had by us once I get finished telling the most painful part of this story to you. Then we can have fun and eventually I will tell you the easier parts that are way more interesting. I don't want to store it up and wait until later to tell it. I want to tell it now, Damon, and get rid of the feelings. We are going to use this weekend to rid ourselves of every single bad thing we have built up in our hearts." She licked her lips and began again. "Once they turned, the Mikaelsons adapted to being vampires. Every problem that any newborn vampire has had, they had a hundredfold. The worst thing was that they had nothing to compare it with. They were literally inventing the wheel. Rebekah mastered control first. Bet you thought that it was Elijah. She fed from me eventually. It was part of helping her to control herself. It was how we knew she was truly ready. She began to wonder what feeding me her blood would do. We were amazed to see that it healed me. She then began to wonder how far it would heal me. She broke my leg and saw my leg heal itself. Rebekah is highly curious and brilliantly deductive. You might not know this. People get caught up in the brat persona and think she has nothing else. She is basically Sherlock Holmes though. In fact, I would call her a savant if you pressed me. Anyway, she wondered if it could heal me from death. We had done basically done everything short of killing me and Rebekah's blood had returned me to the best of health.

"She wasn't willing to risk it though. What if she was wrong. Someone else did it for her. In a fit of pure rage, Kol shoved me and broke my neck."

Damon interrupted her. "Kol killed you?! The same guy who was ready to kill me for telling you about their grand deception of you?"

"Don't judge, sir. Don't tell me you haven't killed many a person that you regretted later." A dark look passed across Damon's face at this. Charlotte put her hand on her shoulder. "I am willing to listen, too, when you are ready."

"Continue your story," Damon said quietly.

"Thankfully, Rebekah's blood was in my system. Who knows what would have happened had it been a little later in the day. Well, we know what would have happened. I would have died if there wasn't any blood in my system. I wonder if that would have changed anything. No. I am not going to start with that again. Back to the story- he was upset with Klaus. They had had one of their blow outs that day and with his heightened newborn vampire emotions, he was out of control. I stepped in to try and calm him down. He shoved him to get me out of the way, but I am not very big and I flew. Broken neck happened just like that. In that moment, I was the first vampire turned. Boring stuff. Around that time, they realized they could not stay in town without people noticing that they weren't aging. So, we all left. Rebekah chose to stay with the Mikaelsons. I respected it. I understood it. I hated her for it. I was alone again. That is when my life took a turn for the better. Until now, that is." Charlotte frowned. "I think that is the end of storytime tonight. Hardest part is over. And I think I am ready to go upstairs."

Damon looked slightly uncomfortable. "The night is still young," he hedged. "How about we see what Vegas has to offer before we retire for the night? There is a whole city out there for us to take over."

She ran her fingers through Damon's hair. "You beautiful man, let's set this town on fire."

-AHC-

Charlotte put her mouth to the neck of a beautiful blond woman slowly. She drank deeply and slowly. She stopped when she felt the girl's pulse start to fade. She scratched her wrist and offered her wrist to the girl. She smiled at Damon with the girl's blood still running down her chin.

They had been running around the town for nearly 5 hours now. Damon wasn't sure how much longer he could avoid the eventual end that Charlotte had in mind for this night. There were only so many bars and casinos that they could go to before the whole experience would sour. He didn't want to take away from the whole experience and put an end to the lost weekend. He was glad for it, but sleeping with Charlotte seemed like the worst idea.

It wasn't that Damon didn't want to sleep with Charlotte. He did and badly. The problem was that he did not want to just be a rebound for her. If he was being honest with himself, which for whatever reason he had decided to be, he was seriously interested in Charlotte. He would want to ride off into the sunset with her. Instead, he was being offered lost weekend sex with her after going on a booze and blood spree. He should be excited about this. What could be sexier? Hell, she was feeding off a woman right in front of him. He should be ready to throw her down the table after feeding off the little blond together. Instead, he was wallowing in feelings like Stefan. Ugh. Damon wanted to stop feeling. He couldn't. Charlotte was beautiful and perfect and broken and she smiled at him. He wanted to fix her and protect her.

Charlotte had slowly crept over to Damon during the time that he had been brooding. She once again linked her arms around his neck. "Damon, why have you been ignoring me? Do you not want to sleep together after tonight? I thought that was where we were going. Am I misreading this?"

Damon tucked Charlotte's wayward hair behind her eyes. "You are not misreading this at all, princess. That is not the problem here. I want you. Not like this though. I care about you. I hate it, but I care. I want to wake up next to you and all that stupid stuff."

"All that stupid stuff?" Charlotte asked.

Damon laughed, but it sounded hollow at the end.

"I am not sleeping with you because I am rebounding from Elijah. That would have happened around 1000 years ago. I want to sleep with you because I have been drawn to you since I met you and I am tired of denying myself that because of other people and their stupid drama." Charlotte stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Damon deeply.

"Oh, fuck it," Damon growled and picked her up. He carried her to the curb where he called a cab. Once in the cab, Charlotte repositioned herself in Damon's lap. "You're sure?" she asked Damon. He nodded at her and a devious smile blossomed on her face. She leaned in again and began kissing him again like there was nothing else in the world. She began to move her hips and felt his body react to her movement. She practically purred.

"You want to do this in the back seat of a cab?" Damon asked her barely removing his mouth from hers. Charlotte responded by ripping his shirt off. Damon sunk his teeth into Charlotte's neck and began drinking her blood. She moaned and threw her head back causing the taxi driver to glare at her. She pulled a few hundred dollar bills out of her back pocket and thrust them at him. Damon took his mouth from her neck and offered his to her. Charlotte was amazed at how connected she felt with him after sharing blood. What had been a hot makeout session turned into an explosive hook up. Charlotte could not take her hands off of Damon. He took her mouth again and she began to rake her fingers down his back. Charlotte reached down between them and freed him from his pants.

"Ready?" she asked. Damon growled in response. He tugged down her pants and found her pantiless. He gave her a truly breathtaking smile. Charlotte lifted herself up and impaled herself on him. She clutched his shoulders and adjusted to his size. She looked him deep in the eyes and began to move up and down. Less than a minute later, she reached the most powerful climax of her life, taking Damon along with her. She laid her head down on his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Damon," she said in a slightly huskier voice. "How's about we christen that hotel room? I bet I can show you things that you have never seen before."

"Is that a promise, princess? Because as long as that is true, I think we won't be leaving this hotel for the rest of our long weekend."