Damon Salvatore was growing very tired of Stefan's judgy voice and eyes. Who is Stefan to tell him what he can and cannot do? Damon is the older brother, for god's sake. Damon had stopped killing since he found himself swept up in Elena. But, it soon became clear that Elena was not going to leave Stefan. So, Damon had been on good behavior hoping to win Elena over. Since Elena can't be won over, then there's no reason for him to stay on good behavior right?

Right.

When did he start letting another person control him, especially a human? There will be no more puppy dog Damon following Elena around. Bad ass single Damon needs to come back out to play. Feeling empowered, he smirks and speeds up to his room. A trip to the sorority house is exactly what he needs right now. He jumps in the shower and washes up. A few minutes later, he's stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walks to his wardrobe pulling out one of his black button down shirts and tight jeans.

"You going out?"

Damon turns around, to see Elena standing in his doorway. Great, just who I want to see right now.

"I am. Why do you ask?"

"Stefan and I are going to the grill. Do you want to come with us?" she asks.

"Thanks, but I'll pass," he says, turning back to his wardrobe.

"Oh," she says, sounding surprised that he said no.

"Unless you want to stay for the rest of my strip show, you should run along back to my brother," he says, throwing a sarcastic smirk at her over his shoulder.

Taken aback by his attitude, Elena turns around and leaves his room.

He rolls his eyes and drops the towel, before getting dressed. As if he would really want to go to the grill and watch Elena hang all over his brother. Tonight is about him getting back to himself. He pulls on his leather jacket and glances at his reflection in the mirror. Black strands of hair fall over his glacier blue eyes and his cheeks are pale as he smirks at himself. Maybe I can find a willing blood donor.

He hears Stefan's car start up outside and decides it's the perfect time to leave. After he hears Stefan's car pull out of the driveway, he speeds down the stairs. Glad to be alone, he goes and gets in his Camaro. The sun is setting as he turns out of the driveway. The radio is playing one of his favorite songs and he speeds down the highway. Alpha Nu is one of his favorite sorority houses to visit and is a couple towns over from Mystic Falls. The two story white house is packed with people as music pumps through it. Damon parks the Camaro and makes his way up the steps.

He must have missed the memo that tonight is a country themed party. The girls are wearing tied up shirts and Daisy Dukes. Guys are wearing cowboy hats and cowboy boots. Damon doesn't let it affect him and struts in as if he owns the house. Right away, a tan brunette girl wearing a light blue flannel shirt with her belly button ring showing, grabs onto him.

"Hi. Can I get you a drink?" she asks, her grey eyes roaming over his body.

"Sure, sweetie," he says, quirking up one side of his mouth in a smile.

"Stay right there," she says, smiling and disappearing into the kitchen.

Sorority girls and frat guys are dancing against each other as the bass vibrates through the house. He leans against the wall, taking in his surroundings. The brunette girl returns with a bottle and two red Solo cups.

"Is Jack Daniel's ok?" she asks, holding up the bottle.

"Yeah," he says, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

"So are you a student?" she asks, handing him a cup.

"No, but I've partied here before," he says, gulping down half his drink.

"With who?" she asks, moving closer to him.

She is starting to annoy him with all of her questions. Time to get rid of her so I can have some fun.

He looks down at her and focuses his eyes on hers. "Thanks for the drink. But, you need to take care of the rest of your guests."

"I'll go see if anyone else needs a drink," she says, walking back into the crowd.

He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the sorority girls. Most of them are paired up with frat guys. But, there are a couple groups of girls dancing with each other. The first group is made up with sloppy drunk girls falling all over each other. He looks to the second group and it is made up of a blonde and a red head. The red headed girl is tall and lithe with her long legs peeking out from under her denim shorts. Her fiery hair is straight and falls below her shoulders and just a small sliver of skin is showing from under her sleeveless button down. The thing that catches his attention the most is her golden honey eyes. Damn, she's gorgeous.

A popular hip hop song blasts through the speakers and the girls scream. The captivating red head starts moving her body to the beat. Her hips are rocking and moving in circles. He can't take being a wall flower any longer and makes his way towards her. She lifts her golden eyes up to his and smiles. He smiles back and comes to a stop in front of her. She moves in front of him and starts dancing. His hands go to her hips and guide her movements. The way this girl moves is the best form of seduction he's ever seen. A cyclone is what she reminds him of. Before he knows it, she's grinding as hard as she can against him. Arousal floods through him and he feels his fangs descend. Thankful for the darkness, he calms himself down. The song ends and she grabs his hand and leads him back to the kitchen.

She grabs herself a drink and hops up on the counter.

"You're quite the dancer," he says, moving to stand beside her.

"Thanks, you are too. I'm Desiree," she says, smiling.

"Pleasure to meet you, Desiree. I'm Damon," he says, taking her hand and placing a kiss on it.

"Are you a student here?" she asks, before taking a sip of her drink.

"No, but I used to party here quite a bit."

"Used to? What happened to make you stop?" she asks, with curiosity in her eyes.

"I met this girl and she wants me to be good. So, I stopped partying and did my best to be good," he says, picking up a bottle and drinking from it.

"Was it not enough for her?"

"Apparently not, because she's still with my brother. And I'm tired of busting my ass to make her notice me when she doesn't. I need to let loose and be bad," he says, smirking at her.

"She must be crazy not to notice you. I can sense that bad boy vibe from you. It's sexy," she says, smiling.

He moves between her legs and runs his hand down her cheek. "You're sexy and so gorgeous."

"I can help you be bad tonight," she says, whispering in a low tone.

"Is there somewhere we can go to be alone?" he asks, while moving his hands up her bare thighs.

"My room is upstairs."

"Perfect," he says, scooping her up into his arms. She giggles and tightens her arms around his neck. Once he gets up the stairs, she puts him to the right door. A sized bed is in the middle of the room and he sets her down on it. He leans in to kiss her and is surprised when a shock goes through him. She responds to the kiss and runs her hands under his shirt. Her touch heats up his body and he assumes it's the attraction for her. It's as if her body is a magnet drawing him into her. She wraps her legs around his waist and teases bites down on his lower lip. He growls and starts unbuttoning her shirt, throwing it to the floor. A black lacy bra is left and he unhooks it with ease before tossing it to the floor.

He lays her back on the bed and starts placing kisses on her neck as he moves towards her full breasts. She is touching all over his abs and chest letting out little moans. He puts his hands on her breasts and makes soft bites on her neck. Then, he licks down to her nipple, swirling his tongue around it. She moans louder and raises her hips up to rub against him. He pauses to rip off his shirt and undo his jeans. She slides out of her shorts and underwear.

"You're an angel," he says, leaning down to kiss her while moving his hand between her legs.

He rubs his finger over her clit, enjoying the sounds her voice is making. Usually, he would have slammed into the girl and took what he want. It's different with this girl. He wants her to enjoy herself, even though he's itching to get inside her. When she's wet enough, he positions himself above her and slowly moves in.

"More," she says, scraping her nails down her back.

He slides in inch by inch until he fills her up. Then, he starts thrusting at a slow pace.

"Can I bite you?" he asks, whispering in her ear, while pushing into her.

"God, yes," she says, moving her hips.

"What if I bite hard enough to draw blood? I need to feed," he groans, speeding up his pace.

"Go ahead," she says, holding onto his back.

He wonders if she really knows what she's agreeing to or if she's too caught up in the lust to care. She agreed so he's taking it as the green light. He inhales the scent of her blood and bites down into her neck. She screams with pleasure and meets his thrusts. He starts pounding into her while taking her blood. The taste of her blood is unlike any he's ever tasted. It tastes sweet like… honey, just like her eyes. The blood fuels his desire and he climaxes inside her. A few seconds later, she climaxes with a sexy scream. He removes his fangs from her neck and licks the remaining blood away. Then, he pulls out and lays beside her. It had been one of the quickest times he's ever had sex. But, it had to be the best out of any girl. Her blood tasted so amazing and heightened his orgasm. She runs a hand through her hair and lays her head on his chest. He smiles and wraps his arm around her.

"Are you a vampire?" she asks, touching the puncture marks on her neck.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. You should get some rest. The sex was mind blowing though," he says, stroking her hair.

"Yes it was," she says, smiling and pulling the blanket around them.

A few minutes later, she's asleep and Damon is still absorbed in his thoughts. Has she ran into vampires before? Or does she just know about them for some reason? It's also strange to him that he didn't have to compel her in any way to sleep with him or let him take her blood. If he had to choose, the sex is way better when the person is willing and enjoys it. Compulsion takes too much effort. After sleeping with her, it will be hard to sleep with anyone else and get the same experience. The girl is gifted in the ways of seduction. Her confidence is what drew him to her. He smirks as he realizes his night of being bad was a success.