S4: Ep. 2

You've got to be kidding me. A vampire hunter is on the loose and everyone wants to pretend we're in a Disney movie and light lanterns, give me a break. I know first hand this Connor guy thinks he's Wesley Snipes and he's here to prove he's a badass. He needs to get taken out. I'm not just gonna sit around and let him wind up killing someone, especially Elena. If Alaric were here, and not the obsessed killer or semi-immortal vampire slayer Alaric, he would help me. And Stefan needs to just back-off and let me help Elena. I know what's best for her. He can't even handle his own bloodlust how can he expect to help Elena? She wants my help; she just can't admit that to Stefan, he might cry again. As soon as I kill Blade and finally get Elena to learn how to eat people I'm leaving Mystic Falls for good. The only thing I'm really gonna miss is tormenting my brother. I need a drink...

Damon took his time walking over to the Grille. It was mostly empty and he easily found his comfortable place at the bar and began imbibing alcohol at a rapid pace. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed April approaching. "Hi, Damon right?" she said as she slid into the seat on his right and ordered a drink. "Don't tell me you're also gonna ask me if I'm the one who blew up your dad." He snarled without even looking at her. "Well, considering I barely know you, I don't think I'm quite ready to accuse you of mass murder." Damon made an obvious fake smile. "I'm not saying I'm not a mass murder, I'm just saying I didn't blow up your dad." He said with a sneer. "Good to know." She said sarcastically with a wink. She was about to pick up her drink and get up when Damon quickly grabbed her arm. "Look if you're here for a counseling session you've come to the wrong place." He swiveled in his chair, turning towards her. "But if you want to have a little fun, then the party's right here." She thought for a second and said, "I think that may be exactly what I need." Damon made sure no one saw them as they left the Grille together.

S4: Episode 1

I stood staring through the trees, watching my brother gently console the girl I love on the roof of our house. I swallowed hard and bit my lip almost drawing blood. Every beat of my heart felt like a raging fire burning within my chest. My nails and fingertips sunk into the bark of the tree I was leaning on as my frustration and anger became overwhelming. He slowly slipped a ring on Elena's finger and they gazed into each other's souls and my heart suddenly felt like it had been pierced by a stake. She chose him. If she chose me she would still be alive; she would still have a life to live. But she didn't, she couldn't choose me, she never has. Even now, knowing how I've always felt about her; knowing the vulnerability I showed her and then compelled her to forget, she is with him. It makes me wish my brother never existed. It makes me wish Elena didn't have a choice. I can never be what Stefan is for her. I can never offer her what he can, I'm too selfish. I will never be good enough for her, but I can't stop loving her. I physically can't. I can't stop feeling and I can't stop trying. The only good thing that has come from her transformation is that I have longer than a lifetime to make her love me.
The longer I stared at them, the more I let my emotions take control of me. Sorrow, grief, sadness and anger began to make my blood boil within my veins. All these emotions merged and reformed inside me to something more base; something easier to manage. I became hungry. I breathed deeply and gulped down the hard lump that formed in my throat. I turned and sprinted off through the trees never looking back. But the image of what was transpiring on the roof behind me played in my mind anyway. I could see them drawing one another closer. I could see them gazing at each other lovingly and then slowly closing the distance between their lips. Rage burned in my heart when I spotted a woman jogging in the early morning hours near the road. I silently slipped up behind her and was at her throat before she could feel a thing. No time was wasted with compulsion or games or flirting. This was pure, primal feeding. I nearly snapped her neck in half when I pulled her head to the side and chomped on her exposed vein. I ate harshly and deeply seeking to fill the painful emotional void inside myself which I tried to only recognize as hunger. I drained her dry and dropped her lifeless body on the shoulder of the road as I gasped for air. Blood pooled under my chin and my breath fogged in the cold morning air as the sun poked through the hazy clouds on the horizon. Although I filled my belly with this poor woman's blood I was still very hungry and no matter what I could do my hunger slowly shifted back to a desperate sorrow. I walked home slowly but quickly shut my humanity off as it became to painful to feel. Once inside I made my way to the family room and uncorked the decanter of the most expensive bourbon I own. I guzzled down a glass before anything could be tasted.