So my friend is doing Loren's POV, I figured I'd write Damon's POV.

I don't own the House of Night series. That genius belongs to P.C. + Kristin Cast.

I don't own the Vampire Diaries. That belongs to Julie Plec, Kevin Willamson and L.J. Smith.

Enjoy!

Damon sat at a table in the back of the run down bar. It was mostly empty, just a few people here now. Well, them and the girls that surrounded the vampire. He smirked as pleas rang out, all the sluts of the club begging him to take them home and fuck them into oblivion.

He looked around, seeing two people up at the counter, a woman with red wavy hair and a man with black short hair that was messed up a little from his hand constantly running through it. His eyes were almost black and they sparkled, a hint of mischievousness and curiosity in them as he looked back at the vampire.

Damon could just make out the deep purple marks that framed his face, lightening bolts woven in the pattern. His jaw was set tight as he sipped the beer in his hand. Damon lifted the shot glass to his lips, downing the Scotch inside of it.

The vampyre scrunched his nose in disgust when he smelled the strong drink and Damon scowled at him. One of the blondes managed to push her way through the crowd of girls and straddled the vampire's thighs. She lowered her mouth to his neck, sucking on the pulse point and devouring the creamy, pale flesh along his throat.

This should've at least gotten a reaction out of Damon, but no matter what he did, he couldn't tear his eyes from the almost black orbs that the man at the counter possessed. The red head beside him moved closer, whispering into his ear.

A low growl worked its way past Damon's lips as he saw the bitch lean in and place a kiss on the man's temple and murmur something before slipping out of the grimy place. He stood up after the busty blonde got on her feet. She giggled and batted her eyelashes at him, making sure to lean just right to where her boobs would pop out of her shirt just enough.

He grabbed her hand and led her outside the bar, knowing that the vampyre would follow, curious about what was going on. He pinned the blonde up against the wall, molding his lips to hers and whispering things like "gorgeous" and "beautiful". Lies, his mind hissed, as he moved to kiss her neck, searching for her pulse point.

And just as he went to penetrate the skin and drain the poor girl, he was thrown back forcefully, hitting a car. The girl stood, wide eyed when she saw the fangs and the veins that appeared on Damon and she ran.

Damon growled, irritated that he was cheated out of dinner. He scowled at the vampyre, stalking him like a jungle cat would do their prey. "What the hell was that?" he hissed, moving at vampire speed to stand in front of the man.

"That was me saving some poor girl from the likes of your ass. I mean what right do you have to murder an innocent girl? How is that even logical?"

Damon just rolled his eyes, moving to pin the vampyre up against the wall. "First off, I was only going to take a little blood." He hissed, his hot breath ghosting over the other man's ear, "Secondly, do I need a reason to kill? I'm a predator for God sakes."

Loren gasped for air as the vampire let him go. He smirked at the sound. "You got a name, vampyre?" he asked, sarcasm and boredom dripping off the words.

"Blake. Loren Blake."

Damon eyed him wearily. "Salvatore. Damon Salvatore." He finally said. He backed up a little. "So you wanna tell me why you just ran my dinner off? Her friends are going to think she's crazy."

Loren didn't respond, just gazed at the ground. Suddenly, a pair of shoes came into his view. Damon was quiet as his ice blue eyes met Loren's almost black ones. Their mouths drifted toward each other.

Then Damon was gone.