Damon strolled towards the bar where a beautiful blonde sat. She stood out in the crowd, unlike the other ladies in the room she wasn't wearing the Victorian style dresses but, a tight, strapless, red dress that went down just to her knees. He placed himself on a black swivel chair and ordered a scotch. The blonde girl turned around. Fluttering her eyelids and smiled. She held out her hand and Damon noticed her firm grip. "I'm Victoria Evens, you?" she took a sip of bubbly champagne.
"Damon" he gave a thankful nod at the waiter who gave him his drink. "You don't like scotch?" He was making small talk. "I don't mind it, I prefer champagne, it's fruity, and please don't make small talk". She stood up. She was on black velvet high heels that made her nearly as tall as Damon. Victoria left her fruity champagne standing on the antique bar and walked towards a small room next behind the gold, wooden staircase. Damon took this as an invitation. Following the pretty blonde, made his way to the room, ignoring Mrs. Lockwood's calls from across the room on the way. Before entering the room he looked back to make sure no one was following him, then walked in and locked the door behind him. Victoria stood looking out across the garden, her red dress unzipped at the back revealing her soft satin skin. Her features were perfect, straight and flawless. Damon slid his hands around her waist.
"I like you", he whispered in her ear. She didn't reply. He kissed her neck and felt the blood pulsing through her veins but oddly he didn't feel as drawn to it as he thought he would be. Something clicked into place. Vampire. He started pulling away but he was too late. From nowhere the blonde vampire pulled a smooth wooden stake. She forced him on his back and dug the stake into the flesh between his shoulder blades. He cried out in agony. The blonde bent down and placed her lips next to his ear.
"Where is Katherine Pierce".