Back To December

December 1992, and it was a bitter winter in Detroit for its residents. The people rushed by, their arms laden down by last minuet presents and trying not to fall on the slippery ground where the ice lay- a deadly hidden trap.

A lone figure stood under a snowcapped tree in the center of the square, his shadow sapphire eyes watching go by, his hunters eyes fixed on each in turn. His hands were in his black leather jacket, the cold not really bothering him as it did everyone else, and only a very faint hint of hot air came out as he breathed into the freezing air.

Now he turned away, bored of watching the humans rushing past, each in their own little world. Their mindless chatter to their companions as they trod on just as boring; Christmas plans.

The day started to slowly turn to night, but still Damon didn't shiver as he walked through the crowds, a few people giving him an odd look for no unseen reason.

It was the scent of blood upon the fresh snow that perked him up, and the distant sounds that were too faint for human ears to detect.

And to human eyes, the young man in the black leather jacket all but vanished from the middle of the street, the snow falling still the same.

Damon strode into the alleyway, where the sound and smell had originated, and he was faced with another vampire, biting into a young woman. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered- maybe stole their lunch just to piss them off, but this time he frowned and a thought crossed his mind as he saw the girls light brown shirt turn scarlet as the vampire bit down.

Damon raised an eyebrow and walked forwards, then tapped the vampire on his shoulder. He ignored him, which made Damon scowl, and prod harder, saying this time. 'Hey- I'm talking to you!'

The vampire turned; he had dark hair and eyes, and his mouth was bloodstained. He hissed. 'Piss off!' then turned back around to the girl.

Damon scowled, then grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him away so he smashed into the opposite wall and slid down it, his eyes and mouth feirce. Damon smirked. 'Now that was a bit stupid don't you think? "Piss off?"'

The vampire stood up, his eyes still on the girl. Damon sighed and rolled his eyes- newbie.

'Look man-' he sighed, grabbing the front of his jacket and yanking him forwards. The vampire snarled, trying to push the much older one off, but failed. Damon raised an eyebrow- this one was just screwed in the head.

'Let me go! Or I'll-!' the young vampire snarled. Damon' eyes narrowed. 'That it? Threats?' The young vampire didn't stop swearing at him, and Damon was getting pissed with this dick.

'Never say a threat unless your gonna follow it through-' he shrugged, then rammed a hand into the youngsters chest directly into his heart.

'Like that.' Damon said in distaste, letting him drop and wiping his hand on the mans jacket while he was at it. Then he turned to the woman, who was now sat on the ground, her dark brown eyes were half open. Damon glanced towards the exit- no one had heard or seen anything. He looked back at the young woman- her eyes were closed now. Damon groaned and bent down. Hey! Still alive there?'

The woman opened her eyes, saying. 'Yes.' Damon just said. 'Oh, ok.' She frowned now. 'You could sound more pleased.'

Damon laughed now, standing up- she was going to be fine.

She blinked, and he was gone. She pulled herself to her feet and looked around.

That had been freaky...

It wasn't long until they met again... much to Damon's annoyance.

He was sat in a bar, a glass of Scotch on the tabletop before him, staring into its opaque depths with bored eyes, when a shadow fell across it. He looked up to see a young woman with a bag on her shoulder and a dark red dress on that fell to her knees in loose waves, her auburn hair falling like fire around her face and her dark brown eyes were careful, yet curious at the same time.

'Hello.' she said, still standing there. Damon frowned- she was familiar. 'Alley-Girl?' He asked with another frown.

She nodded, pulling out a stool beside him and sitting on it. Damon rolled his eyes, which made her frown.

'Why did you pull him off me?' she asked. Damon shrugged, taking a gulp from his glass. 'Spur of the moment.' The woman's eyes narrowed. 'I know what you are, ok? So start answering questions, or everyone will know.'

Damon chuckled, putting the glass back down. 'Oh? Go ahead-' he nodded to the crowded room. 'Tell them. I'm sure they'll believe you.'

She scowled, which made Damon roll his eyes and ask. 'What do you want?' She yelled at the bartender for a Mojito, which made the young man jump, then he hastily made it before she could yell again.

Damon raised an eyebrow at her again- she was fiesty. How that newbie vamp ever managed to nom her, he didn't know. Girls with spunk usually played up quite a fuss that they were either killed immediately, or let off out of distaste.

She turned back to him, then asked. 'Who are you anyway?' Damon surveyed her a moment, then answered. 'Damon, and I could ask you the same thing.'

She smiled, raising her glass to her lips briefly. 'Macy.' She answered when she put it back down. 'And thank you.' Damon was taken aback for a fraction of a second. 'And why would that be Miss Macy?'

Macy sighed. 'As much as it hurts me to say this to a vampire... thank you.'

Once again, Damon was took aback- it wasn't often someone said that to him.

'Oh, well thats nice. I must be going.' he just said, pulling his jacket back on, then headed to the door. Macy scowled, then ran after him, going. 'Oi!' Damon turned, halfway up the street. 'You said thanks, now skip of before the big bad vampire comes out to play.'

Macy laughed at that. 'Nice try Damo.' Damon scowled. 'It's Damon.' She shrugged. 'Tough.' the sighed, looking up as the sky yielded into snow again, falling upon the pair. She sighed, then looked back at Damon, who had snow falling onto his ebony hair.

'Fancy a drink?' She asked, nodding towards the road, where there was a line of houses all snowcapped.

He rolled his eyes. 'I'll pass thanks.' then turned away. Macy scowled, then grabbed his arm, dark brown eyes narrowed. 'I insist.'

Again, he rolled his eyes, but gave up.

Just get it over with. He thought grimly.

Macy opened the front door and walked in. Damon was still stood there, arms folded and eyebrow raised. 'Haven't you forgotten something?' He mused. Macy turned and frowned. 'Why are you out there?' Damon rolled his eyes. 'You need to invite me in Sweetheart.'

Macy blinked. 'Oh... well, come in.'

Damon stepped over into the threshold.

The drinks were poured and a few hours later, turned into about four bottles.

'You know?' Macy giggled, raising her bottle to her lips. 'You have creepy eyes?' Damon chuckled. 'Thank you (!)' Macy laughed again, setting the bottle down. 'No, I was lying... you have beaut eyes.' Damon raised an eyebrow. 'Careful- thats a dangerous thing to say around a vampire.'

Macy got up and plonked herself down next to him. 'Why not? I want something to happen.' Damon laughed now. 'What a curious little thing you are... you should be dinner by now.' Macy cocked her head, then grinned. 'Guess I'm special then?'

Damon chuckled. 'Maybe.'

But nothing could have prepared him for what was going to happen seventeen years later...

Just a new little idea that came from my Supernatural stories- what would happen if Damon had a kid? Next chapter up soon! Reviews much loved- will get much more interesting than this flashback. X Nic