Recently, the dark haired vampire had been working on becoming better, a better man and a better person. Unfortunately, all it had taken to break his streak was a momentary lapse in his self control, a minor mistake which resulted in the rather gruesome death of an innocent woman. And so, he had chosen to spend his night drinking away his feelings at the Grill. Seated at the far end of the bar, half empty bottle of bourbon sitting in front of him, the eldest Salvatore kept replying the memory over and over again, think about how he could have reacted differently. Lost in his thoughts, and the bottle of alcohol, the world around him became nothing more than a dull hum.