A/N: I do not own Vampire Diaries, nor do I own the characters associated with Vampire Diaries. I only own the characters that I have cooked up.

Chapter 6: Bright Lights, Big City

Las Vegas Casino (Damon's Point of View)

The leather of the newly-bought combat boots echoed a razor-like hum, turning countless heads, blondes and brunettes galore. The menacing, Louis Vuitton, black Evasion sunglasses were clumsily pushed to the lower bridge of my nose, commenting my predator persona. The crooked smirk plastered to the fine curves of my lips clearly made the waitresses' legs wobbly.

And to pull the laces together, the black, leather jacket draped across my shoulders spotlighted the entire menacing look I was aiming for. Deciding against going original, I spiked my hair just the slightest, making it appear as if I had just woken up. Nobody wants to look collected. Or if you do, then you're probably a prude.

Today was about forgetting; leaving everything that I had grown too attached to in the dust. Starting over was my main goal set in mind.

Forget.

As I sat down on a swivel chair that was connected to the floor beneath me for a game of craps, the eyes of the brunette female directly next to me were boring holes into my head. I turned my head in her direction before pulling the dark sunglasses down to flash a wink and a crooked smirk.

She was clearly affected by it, for you could see the shivers rolling off of her back. The smirk grew into a predator's hungry grin as I began to speak.

But before I could get a word out, I was hushed by her fingertip atop of my mouth.

"My name's Amber Green." Her emerald eyes sparkled with exhilaration, the nails on her rough fingers slightly dug into my skin as her right arm snaked around mine.

I frowned at the eagerness in her tone, "The name's Not Interested." I smirked as her face dropped. My feet touched the ground once more as I began to walk away, only to be stopped by the sudden jab of pain directed towards my head.

"No one turns me down!" Amber screamed, her face red as she threw her martini glass at my head. Just as I was about to rip her throat clear off her body, two large casino guards came thrusting forward, grabbing her arms. She screamed her timid, little head off all the way out of the casino.

I didn't stick around long enough to see any further as I walked towards the bar. Approaching the large, brightly-lit bar, there was only one stool unoccupied, the rest were occupied by lonely women.

Enough with the torture.

Once the feeling of rage left, I took a seat in between the large group of women. The bartender walked over to me, flipping her dyed, black hair over her shoulder.

"What do you want?" She asked, clearly annoyed. I ignored her question, trying to listen to the conversation between the groups of women surrounding me.

"That prick thought that it was just a one-night stand," A brunette cried out.

Another woman chimed in, "Exactly what happened to me two years ago with some douche."

I slowly slugged down in my chair.

"On the outside, he was the most handsome man I have ever seen; black hair and stunning blue eyes." The brunette said, her eyes appeared far away, remembering the night.

"How uncanny! Sounds exactly like the guy that slept with me." The woman brushed a hand against her hair, accidentally bumping into my arm.

She flipped her head around, "So sor-" Her eyes grew wide, "Oh my god."

I immediately jumped to my feet, rushing to the front of the casino. Suddenly, two blonde women, eerily similar in appearance, stepped in front of me.

"Hi," They purred in unison.

I glanced over my shoulder to the flabbergasted women sitting at the bar, their eyes glaring towards me. My head flipped back around to the girls in front of me, "No time to talk," I grabbed the one woman's arm, tagging the other along with her as I sped out the door.

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Las Vegas Streets (Elena's Point of View)

My eyes were locked to the passing palm trees, trying to lock onto each one individually. The bags beneath my eyes were tell-tale signs of a sleepless night on the airplane. Out of the corner of my eye, Jeremy and Tyler, who was on vacation in Las Vegas and decided to join us, were constantly glancing over to me, turning back to the group in the back seat to whisper.

I honestly didn't have the energy to ask what they were chit-chatting about, so I averted my gaze from them to the two seated in the front. Alaric had his hands gripped to the wheel as he silently cursed the drivers that would cut in front of our car, resulting in his foot to slam on the brakes. Matt sat in the passenger seat, flipping the map in every direction to find the location of where they were.

"What street are we on?" He asked, flipping the map ninety degrees to the left.

Alaric huffed, "I don't know, but this old ass in front of us better figure out the speed limit."

Better help them.

I stretched my neck out of the open window to gaze up at the street signs whizzing by. Before it passed, I quickly read the sign before slugging my head inside.

"Luntz Avenue." I reported, averting my eyes from the surprised faces around me.

Matt glanced over his shoulder, flashing a genuine smile. His attention was then drawn to the map, "Luntz Avenue, Luntz Avenue," He kept flipping the map, until his finger landed on the name, "Ah, here we are."

He showed the map to Alaric, who nodded in response, his eyes directing back to the road.

He cleared his throat, "So, when you think of Damon, what destination comes to mind?"

This ought to be good.

Caroline sighed, "Mystic Falls."

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest, "I don't think of him."

Tyler shrugged his shoulders before looking out the window.

Alaric's eyes narrowed as another driver cut in front of the car, "Let me rephrase that question. When you think of Damon, where in Las Vegas do you see him?"

Caroline's hand rose in the air as if she was in history class, "I think Jeremy was spot on. Two girls walking by his side out of a casino."

I cringed at the thought.

Why am I acting like this? I don't even like him.

As if it were a sign from the Lord, the bright lights of Las Vegas came into view.

"It's worth a look into," Alaric began to drive forward towards the casinos.

Mandalay Bay Hotel

The two girls were smiling like five year olds as Damon opened the door to his hotel room. When the door clicked shut, the girls' jaws were agape at the beauty of the room.

"This guy is loaded." The one whispered to her sister. His eyebrows rose at the words as he flopped down onto the bed, leaving the two girls there to whisper.

His eyes shut, "I can hear you," He sung, flashing a small smirk.

The one girl, who was slightly taller than the other, clicked her tongue, "I'm bored," She whined.

The shorter girl crossed her arms, "Me too."

Damon groaned before propping himself up onto his elbows, "And what do you want me to do about it?"
The taller one lightly squealed, "I want to have some fun with you."

The shorter girl began to prowl towards him, her eyes sparked. His one eyebrow cocked up at the idea.

Hmmm…

The tall girl climbed onto the bed, and just as he clicked his eyes open, she straddled his hips. He growled as he felt her legs squeeze together, locking him in as the shorter one ran a soft finger up his pant leg. It felt unearthly to him, even though this seemed to be his routine. And when the sound of his zipper being undone echoed through the room, panic set in.

He had no clue why he was feeling this, but it felt wrong. No matter how many excuses he came up with to participate in this act, he shot each one down. It felt wrong, like he was cheating, which is exactly what he would have done.

Gripping the one straddling his hips, he threw her onto the floor. She let out a small whimper, softly limping to the door. The shorter one, in fear of being hurt, ran after her, closing the door behind her.

Damon's head collided with the pillow.

I need some fun.

"But not that fun." He nodded in agreement before slipping away into his dream world.

Grand Gold Casino

The team from Mystic Falls strutted in through the doors of the Grand Gold Casino, the ninth casino that they have scavenged for Damon.

Caroline sighed, "We should split up again." The team nodded before they split up into pairs; Tyler-Caroline, Bonnie-Jeremy, Matt-Elena, and Alaric set out on his own.

Tyler led Caroline over to the craps sections where they did their routine search.

Nothing.

Elena ventured over to the Black Jack tables, Matt following behind.

"Have you seen this man?" Matt showed Damon's picture to each dealer.

Nothing.

The last pair searched the dining area, showing waitresses and patrons the same picture of Damon.

Nothing.

Meanwhile, in the West Wing of the casino, Alaric walked up to the bar where he sat down, closely looking around for someone to ask. The groups of women located to each side of him were chatting away.

"I swear, that was the guy that I was talking about. Same black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket; everything."

His ears perked up at the description, "Excuse me," He chimed in, "Have you seen this man?" He reached into his pocket, pulled out the photo, and showed the group.

The women looked at each other before saying in unison, "Yes."

A/N: So, no cheating in this storyline, just close-calls.*winks*

Next Chapter:

Everyone starts getting nervous about confronting Elena with the pregnancy. While at the hotel they are staying at, Bonnie spots Damon, but doesn't tell Elena for her sake.

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