I just had to get this out. I know I'm already writing two stories at one, but this idea just kept haunting me lol.

Based on the response, I think I will continue it. ;)

It was one of the emptiest nights of Damon Salvatore's life. Usually when he felt that way he'd bring a girl home and keep her around till dawn, but for once Damon wanted to be alone. The boarding house had become a miserable place for him to live in.

It was less than two months before that Katherine Pierce broke his heart. One hundred and forty five years searching for her and he succeeded. What Damon didn't know, though, was that Katherine would go running right back to his brother's arms. Yes, he was the one that saved her, that got her out of there…But she chose his brother.

He wanted to get out of Mystic Falls, but even though the town had been nothing to him except for a complete nuisance he still found it hard to move. That town was his home, and as much as he hated to think about it, that town was the only link he had to his humanity. His human life, the life he missed the most. The life with his mother and father and a younger brother…The perfect life.

Damon finished drinking his bourbon, staring helplessly at the fireplace.

He knew that he had to move on. But he spent too much searching for Katherine and he didn't have a plan B. He had thought that he would live happily with the love of his life, ruling the night together. Damon's hands turned into fists and he threw the glass on the floor. He knew what would help him tonight.

Her knees were bleeding. She was tired of running. She was going to give up soon, this was how she was going to die. No, she thought as a tear streamed down her cheek. I didn't spend five years fighting for nothing. She would not let them hurt her anymore and play with her like she was nothing.

She'd rather die of starvation than die in the hands of someone cruel and cold. Elena wiped a tear away from her face as she made her way to the woods, the sign she passed through saying 'Mystic Falls' woods. She prayed that maybe someone would help her, God, maybe she'll find a hiker, at least.

However before she could blink there was a large pressure on her head.

It was 1am and even though he was a vampire Damon wasn't prepared for the cold in the woods even though he needed the usual distraction. The sky was dark black, and there was no moon, it was completely covered by the black clouds. It wasn't long before he sniffed and smelled something pleasant.

Campers, most probably.

This was going to be fun.

Damon moved swiftly behind the trees, seeing if there were any camps nearby. He stopped when he heard people talking.

Oddly, the voices sounded stoned and drunk, and Damon as he focused on them more, he heard laughing and swearing, until one of them said,

"Are we going to wake her up or not?"

"I knocked her out good," Another one said. "I don't think she'll feel her legs if we wake her up now."

"Yeah, where did you put her, Aaron?"

"I put her in the camp. Don't worry, she can't escape."

"You do realize the payment we will receive once we return her to them, right Aaron?" A young blonde was saying.

"I know, love," Aaron replied. "We'll be more than okay."

Their conversation filled Damon with curiosity and without thinking twice, he went near their campsite. The four of them were about nineteen years old, and they looked like they were doing drugs. They were totally wasted.

Without warning Damon struck, hands closing around their necks, first devouring the taste of their blood, which although it wasn't pure since it was full of drugs it was still good. Then he finished the job by burning the bodies, and that was until he heard a small cough and he remembered about their conversation earlier.

Slowly, Damon went inside the tent and in it was a small girl laying there. She was briefly awake, her dress was torn and dirty, revealing some bruises which some of them were bleeding and her hair was a mess. Scratch that, Damon thought, she wasn't that small. Even though he sucked in predicting human ages, he was quite sure she wasn't more than fourteen years old.

He was challenged with a dilemma. What should he do? Finish her off like he did with the others?

Usually Damon didn't hurt kids, in fact even in his darkest periods he never hurt a child. But with the blood coming out of her wounds and the buffet he just ate he just wanted more and more. He shook his head. The second option was to leave her there, but then a thought crossed his mind.

Before he could speak, however, the girl coughed and opened her eyes. Damon sensed her fear when she saw him.

"I didn't want to run!" She said weakly, "But I had to…Please don't take me back to that orphanage!"

Damon couldn't understand a thing, but the girl was confused herself. Apparently she didn't even know where she was.

Before he could confront her about it, the girl had slumped unconscious again, and Damon blamed it on those wasted kids. He was almost positive that they drugged her.

He didn't even manage to catch a glimpse of her face, and curiosity always was Damon's main weakness. Scooping her up in his arms, he gently got her out of the tent and examined her.

He bit back a gasp as he studied her features.

She looked exactly like Katherine. Soft, brown hair and perfect olive skin. Her cheeks were pink, but her lips showed that she was very cold. And it was reasonable since she was only wearing that thin dress, which was also torn.

Damon sighed and took off his jacket, wrapping it tightly around the girl as he cradled her against his chest. He also noticed that the girl's hands were enclosed on something protectively, and when he took a closer look he saw that her hands were closed on a necklace around her neck.

"I've decided," He mumbled to the unconscious girl and to himself as he stared at her weak form.

"I'm going to keep you."

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