Part 1
At least 4 to 5 bodies laid across the room, which was now destroyed completely. At first glance you'd think it was done by thieves however the bodies upgraded that thought to psychopath. With blood dripping from his mouth, Damon Salvatore lay on the pool table his left leg dangling over the side. His eyes gazing across the room towards a blinking sign. It read '1990' The zero however kept going out. He let out a small sigh and sat up looking at his victims. Three females and one male. He moved off the table and walked towards the door. By the time anyone realized what had happened he'd be gone..Looking back as the door swung open he smirked..
"Happy New Year's.."
He turned and walked out leaving the horrors behind him.
The months passed as Damon made his way through the Mountain States in America tearing through small towns, occasionally hitting big cities like Lincoln and Salt Lake City. After each significant kill, humanity seemed farther and farther away from him. The power of the switch had consumed him. Stefan was a mere distant memory to him, only paying occasional visits to the old town of Mystic Falls. He longed to see Katherine again, but what the hell. He needed tools for that..Witches Grimoire's, All the Juju he could muster. He looked out of the right side window and it read..
'Welcome To Las Vegas'
He smiled and knew this would be a great place to get women, which led to blood...which meant further existence into the dark side of Vampirism.
Damon walked into the Las Vegas Club Hotel & Casino.. Women stared at him while the men glared. He didn't care, they'd be dead by morning if they opened their mouths. Approaching the front desk he saw the lady with her back turned to him. Naturally he tapped the bell and put his best 'I actually give a shit smile' on his face.'
"Hello..How..."
She stopped as she looked at him. He was a very handsome man, she was shy but she finished her lines without further hesitation.
"May I help you?"
Damon lowered the shades that were on his face, leaning on his elbow, he slightly smirked and spoke gently as ever.
"Well actually I was hoping to get a room..."
Hmm I could start with her, those pearls looked gorgeous...Wonder what they look like red..
"Is there a particular room you'd like sir? We have your typical One Bedroom all the way up to the Presidential Suite.."
Damon laughed cutting her off. He pulled the glasses off sliding them into the pocket on his shirt.
"What floor...is your room on?..."
The devilish grin was now spread wide on his face, her cheeks turning red. She began to bite her lip..Looking down a little.
