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I ended up in some nightclub just outside Mystic Falls. Right then I just wanted to get completely and fully obliterated.

As I strolled in, hips swaying and I headed straight to the bar. The bar tender was cute, early to mid-thirties maybe, he had dark hair and his strong jaw had a light dusting of stubble. His black t-shirt was tight fitting, displaying his biceps as he navigated around the back of the bar. I leant down on the bar and batted my eyelashes at him and flashing him an innocent smile. He raised an eyebrow at me and I raised one back. He chuckled. "Aren't you a little young to be in here?"

"Older than you'd think."

He just chuckled and raised his eyebrow again. I rolled my eyes, he wasn't worth working for. There were plenty of other hot boys who I would love to sink my teeth in to (pun intended). "I'll take a bottle of vodka." He did the eyebrow thing again as he slid the bottle across the surface to me. It was starting to get annoying and if he kept it up I might kill him. I know what you're thinking, that's a bit cold, she isn't any better than Katherine. Well you're right I'm not, but that doesn't mean I have to like the bitch.

With that I strutted onto the dance floor. I love nightclubs; parties too, because they make the best hunting grounds. The music's blaring and people are too drunk, too high or too horny to notice me. I mean of course they notice me, I'm hot and I know how to take advantage of that fact. But they never notice what I do; that I feed. And, if or when they do they blame it on the fact that they were drunk or high or horny.

My mind became slightly fuzzy once I'd down the majority of my booze and that was when I found my donor. He came up behind me and began to grind his crotch into my ass, a smirk slid onto my face as I pressed up against him. I could tell from the feel of his chest on my back, as we ground to the music, that he was tall and he was lean but he was still muscular.

Then he brushed my dark hair away from my neck and began to trail kisses along it. I could already tell he was good. I'm going to have fun with this one, I thought to myself, and then I arched into him. I love having my neck kissed and not for the reasons you'd think. It's because the action (for humans) is so innocent; used to show love or lust. But for me it's the start of a murder. It's just brilliant isn't it? His teeth graze my neck. Why did he have to ruin it? I hate hickeys; even though they heal I just don't like the sensation of someone sucking on my neck, as ironic as it may be. I felt a sharp prick and a burning sensation. What the hell? Did he just bite me? I pull away from him and spin around ready to tear of his face. I turn around, in a full fury rage, and stare into huge pools of icy blue. I'm numb. The sweat causing my clothes and hair to stick to me, the music which is deafening for my elevated hearing, the elaborate flashing lights. I'm numb to all of it. My body is rigid with cold and hot with fire and my throat is suddenly lined with sand paper, the name I speak is a horse whisper. "Damon?"

His reaction mirrors mine in every way as he whispers "Rowan?"

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