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Chapter Seven:

While searching the club, Stefan kept an eye out for any girl who wanted to be bitten.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He needed to find Damon, and insist on leaving.

Ten minutes ago, he'd been caught feeding off a girl by a bunch of her friends, but instead of screaming 'Vampire!' or 'Psycho!' across the club, they'd clambered over each other in their haste to offer him their blood. In his shock, Stefan had stood there while they'd cannoned into him, fighting with each other on who was going to be first.

Damon would probably say that he needed to get out more, because their reaction was the 'in' thing.

Now, after leaving them to sort themselves out, Stean frantically searched for his brother, but couldn't find him! Where was he?

Noticing the girl he'd bitten weaving her way across the floor with an even bigger gang, Stefan decided to wait by the car. Walking out of the place, he thought never again.

While he was trudging along the path, he heard distant giggles and shrieks of laughter. His head shot up, glancing around himself, but found no manic girls. Only his car.

Not having to second guess where the sounds were coming from anymore, Stefan squinted.

Yep, Damon was in there with someone else. Much of the usual, except this person had a funny smell. Like something...sour. And definitely nasty. Bad perfume?

Sidling up to the driver's door, Steafn rapped lightly on the window calling "Damon..."

Another bout of feminine laughter and the familiar voice of his brother muttering something.

Then the door opened, and Damon got out, somewhat unsteadily.

"Hey Stefaaan! How was your first night partying?" Not giving him a chance to answer, Damon stuck his head in the gap and whispered to the person inside.

Returning, he said "I'd like to show yooou my soulmate, Mitsao."

"Damon, are you drunk?"

"Only on loooove, dear boy."

Appearing on the other side, Damon helped the woman out. Stefan could see she was tall, and had something burly about her. Her red and brown hair was bouncing around her face and she was grinning lovey dovey at Damon, who was doing the same thing.

Stefan also knew she wasn't human. But there was something about her that suggested not really a vampire either.

Maybe it was the smell, which was nearly overpowering?

She turned around and looked him up and down once. In a voice of honeydew tones she said to Damon "This must be your little brother. Stefan Salvatore. The one who always gets himself in trouble and you, his knight in shining armour, always have to save him." Her voice was girly, but there was a hint of something raucous and Stefan swore she just glared at him, as if she personally disliked him. But when he looked again, she was happy and carefree.

Stefan didn't know how she knew his name, or anything about him anyway and could tell Damon hadn't told her, because a flicker of puzzlement showed on his features but he smoothed them out just as quickly.

"The badass knight in shining armour, might I add?"

The woman laughed and drew Damon in close. He whispered in her ear and nodding, she pulled back. Without acknowledging Stefan, she left. Just like that.

Right, well Stefan was certain (maybe even hoping) that they were never going to see her again.

He turned back to find Damon staring dreamily at the place where she left.

Shaking his head, he opened the door to the driver's side when he was suddenly gripped from behind and pushed out the way.

"No way am I letting old granny drive."

Stefan tried to protest but Damon was already in the seat.

Reluctantly, he got in the passenger side. "You're drunk!"

Damon grinned. "Being head over heels in love hasn't stopped you from functioning normally." He frowned "Actually, you've been getting mopey and are naturally more brain dead than usual - if that's possible - and I should mention -"

"Just drive."