A/N: Just want to say thanks to everyine who's enjoying the story so far. This chapter will mostly highlight on Damon and his life, where and who he is today. Which means there is noo Bamon but there is sexual content and suggestive language.

Discalimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 2: Home Alone

Bonnie unlocked the front door and sure enough the house was packed.

She sat her bag down on the floor near the front door. At least somethings were still in place. Tyler ran through the living room holding a red cup, Jeremy and Kol passed a half rolled joint between each other. And she turned just in time to see Ben leading Anna up the stairs to presumably the guest room. Just then she saw Elena emerging from the kitchen with a handsome but unfamiliar sandy brown-haired guy.

"Bon, I want you too meet someone." The brunette said, pulling a nervous looking Stefan closer as they approached Bonnie. "Bonnie, Stefan. Stefan, Bonnie"

His hand came out and she politely took his hand in a handshake. "You're the transfer student, right?"

Stefan nodded his head. "Yeah, all the way from NYC." He said shyly.

Bonnie head bobbed up and down understandably. "Well if it makes you feel any better. I'm from a small town in Virginia. I called it 'Boring Falls'."

Stefan grinned, and Elena waved her hand. "No, I think I got you beat Bon... Oklahoma is definitely way more boring than Virgina."

...

Beverly's Hills

Damon sat in an all white chair designed by Lombardi, imported from Italy. The red wallet occupied a bit of space on the coffee table in front of him. He stared at it, watched it intently as if it were going to run away. By that time the alcohol in his system was coming down and he was able to start thinking clearly.

Bonnie Bennett.

Funny thing, he had already known more about her than he ever did about any other woman he'd fucked and he hadn't even slept with Bonnie..yet. Her full name, birthday, age, address and social. He even took a look at what type of credit cards she used. Visa, typical.

He glanced through the large french doors that let out to the patio. The blue light that sparkled from the pool helped to lighten the features of his face. Aside from the small light coming from the outside, it was relatively dark in the sitting area. Somehow the little red leather wallet had ended up in his hands again, opened. He strained his eyes to focus on the image of the caramel beauty who beamed in her photo unlike others who just looked uninterested. Clearly she was happy about passing her driver's test, that much was certain. Damon tossed the wallet back onto the table.

Another thing was certain. Damon wanted to fuck. It wasn't unusual that he was feeling horny but he only started feeling that way after looking over that little college girl. The erection, product of his arousal was now painfully throbbing within the confinements of his pants. Unfortunately he couldn't phone up Rose because she was out-of-town on business. And he didn't feel like calling anyone from his previous trysts. Partially because they were to cling-y. Always wanting to cuddle after sex, and if there was one thing Damon Salvatore hated was just that. Always wanting to kiss passionately or stare into each others eyes. Always wanting to stay the night. It was as if these women didn't understand the meaning of a booty call. And nothing pissed him off more than the overly attached virgin. Just because he popped a chicks cherry didn't mean he had to take her to dinner or marry her for the matter. The only woman he could count on was Rose. The sex was good, she wasn't cling-y and she never confused fucking and making love. A part from wanting to stick his dick into something, woman of course. Damon also felt empty. He felt alone internally. Like there was something missing. Usually he felt this way before and after drinking, which caused him to drink in the first place. It worked for a short while but afterwards the feeling would come back. People seemed to think his life was perfect besides his father being in the hospital. Giuseppe left him in charge of the estate, the cars, and the money. And his father's young wife Lucy left shortly after Giuseppe was admitted to the emergency ward. Apparently she wanted him to rewrite his will because it was already documented prior to them marrying, which meant she would get nothing. And of course an argument ensued and Lucy Salvatore stormed off.

But there was more too it than that. Damon had serious issues and he never denied that, the help is what he denied. He refused to see psychiatrist and listen to them feed him that psycho babble bullshit. Damon already knew he had problems, so why did he need someone else to tell him he did? Did it make him neurotic if he insisted he was, even though their supposed to be unaware of their conflicts? He was impulsive, possessive, aggressive and any other -sive he couldn't think of at the moment. Doing things irrationally and saying things without first thinking them through. As long as his well-being wasn't on the line everything was peachy. At twenty-four years old he had nothing but the things his father gave to him to show for. No college degree, no CEO job, no wife and kids. Being a bachelor better suit him, for all Damon knew he wouldn't make for a great husband nor father.

He let his thoughts drift off, and when he came to he remembered that he was still hard. Releasing a deep shallow breath, his eyes stared down at the visible bulge coming from his jeans. It wasn't going away, he needed it. "Fuck." Damon let his right hand drift down to the hem of his jeans. The buttoned popped open and he made quick with zipper before dipping his hand inside. He cupped himself and leaned his head back to stare up at the high ceiling. Damon was disgusted with himself for what he was resorted to do. A while had passed since he played with himself this way. Although he wasn't shy about giving a lucky lady a private show.

"Ahh..." Damon gasped as he snaked his hand around the flesh of his stiff cock - starting an intense battle of tug-a-war. As he continued to stroke his length, his ice like orbs peered down at his handy work. Just then a clear bead of liquid formed at the slit, subconsciously he raked his index finger across the sticky substance to spread the pre-seminal fluid around the tip. Once again his hand latched onto his erection, pulling in firm rough motions. His hips involuntarily humped at his hand generating more of that euphoric sensation he was feeling. "Mmm..yeah... ah-shit" Damon as he felt his release nearing. He was furiously pumping his arousal. Unable to stop himself, he glanced around for something to clean up with. Cerulean eyes found the opened wallet on the table and before he knew what was happening, suddenly a stream of sticky cream spurted from the tip of his erection followed by a low moan. The next squirt that came spurting from his cock landed on his shirt. A couple more jets of semen came after, all landing in various locations. His breathing was sporadic, chest heaving up and down.

Damon had realized what just happened - he didn't just cum' - it's what, or should he say who he came to. 'That damn waitress' The image instilled in his mind at the moment of release. Her bronzed skin, heart-shaped mouth and muddy green eyes. Once again he looked down at the mess he made and she was the reason behind it. But he wouldn't deny he felt better, for now anyway. The sexual high kept him distracted. However, he knew in about twenty minutes after it weared off he would be back to feeling empty and alone.

The panting had stopped and his breath had finally returned to him. All there was left to do was shower, have a drink and let the remnants of sleep wash over him.

...

Damon had just finished a hot shower, he stepped out of his room with his plush white towel wrapped perilously low on his hips.

Ding Dong.

'Who the hell could that be?'

He headed down the steps and into the foyer. He could see a silhouette of a person through the engraved glass doors. Cautiously Damon opened it, and nearly dropped his mouth to the floor but he maintained his composer.

There stood Lucy Salvatore, his step-mother. Things couldn't get anymore awkward than this especially after what had happened a few nights ago. "I'm home Damon." She said curtly before moving her way inside. A medium-sized Luis Vuitton suit case trudging in behind her. Her long brown hair was slung over her back, and she clothed a white Versace dress that cut off low around the neckline. Though Damon refused to look at her, he caught her staring down his appearance before he moved to the side to let her in.

"I'm sure your father is going to be happy to see me. I feel awful for leaving" Her tone being so nonchalant that it instantly irked Damon. He didn't understand how she could just be so calm after she left the Salvatore household.

"Why are you here, Lucy?" He asked, wasting no time. "You know he isn't going to change the will."

"I know." Her response was to quick. "But I'm still his wife, Damon."

'Could have fooled me' "Right."

Lucy released her bag and took a few steps inside the foyer before turning back and saying, "Be a good son and take my bag up to my room."

Reluctantly, he grabbed her bag and began hurdling up the steps. Damon couldn't deal with anymore surprises tonight.

Once out of sight, Lucy pulled out the folded paper from her red leather bag and unfolded it. "After five years and you still refuse to put me in the will you son of a bitch... I'll show you." She smiled as she read over the details.

Lucy Leone Salvatore

Pregnancy Test: Positive.

...

2 Days Later.

"Bon are you sure you're going to be okay here by yourself?" Elena asked for the third time that day.

"Lena I'll be fine alright"

"I mean are you sure you can't get a few days off?"

Bonnie shook her head thoroughly. "No, I'm already threading thin ice with Andie, so getting a week off isn't going to work. Y'know I need the money. Besides someone should stay here just in case."

The brunettes big doe eyes were unrelenting. "Fine, but you call everyday we're gone. And be sure to lock everything up at night and keep a light on and do-"

"I said I'll be fine mom." Bonnie joked but Elena didn't crack a smile. She was nervous about leaving Bonnie behind while her and the other housemates went to Long Beach for Spring Break. Surely everyone else was nervous but no one mourned like Elena.

"Come on let's go!" Tyler shouted as he stuffed the last bag into the truck.

"Kay Bon. I love you, And if you need anything call."

"Love you too. Have fun and take lot's of pictures."

The two young women hugged tightly before Elena finally pulled back and headed towards the Jeep. Bonnie stood in the doorway as she watched Caroline and Elena wave like two fan girls from the truck. Tyler backed out the driveway and her eyes landed on Trevor who was sitting in the front seat. She noticed he looked sad, or bothered. Though there was nothing she could do besides grin and wave them off.

While Tyler, Caroline, Elena and Trevor got to have fun in Long Beach for their break, she had to stay behind because of work. Literally everyone they knew was going to be there. There was just no way in hell Andie was going to let her call off for a week so she could go hang out on the beach. Sure she had a scholarship but she still had to pay up for other necessities like rent, gas, food occasionally, books and etc. Cutting ties with her father definitely had a drawback but she refused to ask for his help. Bonnie was to damn stubborn, and if she said something then she had to stick to it.

...

Hours Later

A sex-crazed Russian women hungrily nibbled on Damon's lips. She pulled herself up and stared own at him. A laugh escaped her lips and he shot her a confused look.

"Whats so funny Nadia?" He asked.

Nadia leaned forward and snatched the red wallet from the nightstand. "This." She held it up, causing Damon to close his eyes and look away. "Never did I think Damon Salvatore would be carrying around a red wallet.. Did you smile for the camera?"

Damon knew what was about to come next, so for that very reason he chose to just let it happen. He watched her open the wallet. And watched her shit eating grin slowly foil.

"Bonnie Bennett." Nadia said her name as if it burned her tongue. "Well she's cute" The tone of her voice was quite sarcastic, not to mention the eye roll.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're jealous?" He smirked and rested his arms behind his head.

"Are you fucking her too? Or does she just casually leave her things around your place?" His questioned went unanswered and countered by a question of her own.

For some reason or another he knew he should just let her know the truth but he also didn't like explaining himself to people. A part of him liked the idea of letting her conclude that he was fucking her. Impatiently Nadia stared at him to answer and when he never did she angrily threw the wallet at his bare chest.

"You're such a dick!" She shouted. The Russian slipped on her shoes and made her way towards the door.

"Oh Nadia" He called out. "Be sure to look the door on your way out."

Damon made no attempt to stop her from leaving, in fact he was actually relieved she was. And he think he had an idea why. His hands grasped the red wallet that was lying on his chest. It was time to get rid of this thing. Because so far it was only causing him 'problems'. Why he held onto it for this long, he didn't know. But tonight was the night he'd returned it.