Chapter Six (Damon's POV) :
Amid the blaring music and flashing lights, Damon was dancing like crazy. All the girls seemed to whiz past his eyesight, not one catching his eye.
He was determined to find 'the one' tonight. He knew that other vampires came to this club. It was the only reason why he chose this one specifically each night.
Groups of girls were clustering around, anxious to dance with him, and he was about to just grab one when he caught the fragrance of a vamp. Near him.
Spinning round, he searched. He saw Stefan at the bar, gulping down whatever, but he knew it wasn't his. Stefan had his own personal scent, that Damon would know anywhere.
"Hey there hottie. What's your name?"
Damon swivelled round slowly. Before him stood the owner of the scent. She was quite tall with bushy brown hair, streaks of red highlighted her fringe, and an olive complexion. In Damon's terms, she was pretty, but not wow. He didn't think she was what he was looking for.
"Who's asking?" Damon replied.
The woman gave a quick smile. "Mitsao. And looking at you, I'd guess you're Damon Salvatore."
Damon frowned. "How do you know my name?"
Mitsao laughed. For some reason, it gave Damon a light heady sensation, like his mind was in the clouds.
"Why the frown? This is a party! Let's dance!"
Damon wanted to tell her that it was a club not a party, and that if she didn't know the difference she should look them up in the dictionary, but felt he should just humour her anyway. Then he was going to grab Stefan and make a quick getaway. A vampire who knew him wasn't a good thing. Especially this beauty - Woah, where did that come from? Damon shook his head. Beauty? She wasn't amazing, just...pretty.
Her eyes were wide and innocent, and instantly drew him in. Now he looked, her hazel eyes seemed to glint a shade of ruby red...
Damon decided to be reckless "I guess I should just pull you then." With that he yanked her towards him and started dancing.
After an hour, Damon was roaring with laughter with Mitsao on one of the low futon couches, spread along the side of the room. He was feeling giddy and lightheaded.
Like someone in love, he thought absentmindedly, then laughed even harder. Mitsao snuck him a quick peek under her eyelashes, and grinned.
Love? He wasn't in love...was he? He had the strange sensation of not being able to remember something important. Something to do with Mitsao...and Stefan?
Damon frowned. What did Stefan have to do with it? Actually, where was he? Glancing around, Damon couldn't see him. He became concerned. If something had happened to him, when he didn't even want to come in the first place...
Before he could voice his concern to Mitsao, she had obviously tired of not having his full attention, and pulled his jaw down so he was facing her.
With a flash of annoyance, Damon opened his mouth to tell her to never touch his magnificence again without permission, when he looked into those hazel-with-a-shade-of-ruby eyes and said...
"Touch me all the time, baby."
Mitsao's eyes glinted while she laughed, and Damon found himself wondering how lovely her laugh was. So high like an angel's...
Still looking into his eyes, she pulled him down into a kiss.