It was way past the witching hour as Damon stumbled out of Bronze, on the verge of being plastered. He looked out onto the French Quarter as unknown bodies scurried down the streets. He had only one thought on his mind besides finding himself a place to crash, and that was Elena, he had just arrived back in the Crescent City without Matt or Jeremy, and he knew Elena would have hell to pay over this. He had also wondered where his brother Stefan was at seeing that he hadn’t seen him in quite awhile. He wondered if he started feeding the locals yets, but by the lack of trails of dead bodies on the streets that Stefan had been watching his steps when it came to feeding. Damon wondered down the streets in search of a familiar face, but unfortunately found none. That was until he seen something shuffling in the alley by a bunch of dumpsters.
“I don’t know who you are, but I could rip you apart in seconds if you don’t show yourself.”/small>

















