His hands clenched into fists, so tight that his nails dug into his hands and drew blood. He wanted to tear his room apart. To do anything to ease this fire that was burning within him. He should have left her to Stefan. Let his baby brother deal with her. Oh, how he longed to tear something up. Tear her up. She had to fall in love with both of them. Like it wasn’t enough to have just one brother; she had to have two.....And what she left inside of him was something bitter and unsightly. Something that wasn’t pretty. All his past adventures would never equal what had just happened in a few short weeks.

Damon spit furiously at the floor. “Il Mio Dio!" A harsh laugh escaped him. Who was he to call onto God. He wasn’t one of God’s creatures anymore. He was the Devil’s... And the devil had no right to call upon God or the angels or anything else that belonged to God. He was an outcast. But the funny thing, if there was anything to laugh about, was that Stefan was one too. Yes, his sainted brother was one of the damned. Katherine had fooled them well. She had came into their lives with the aura of an angel and a body to tempt all mortals, but what she left with was their souls. His soul. If Damon was prone to tears, he might have succumbed to weeping for what was left of his heart. A big and empty hole.
The anger that had been burning inside of him felt like it just taken on another life. Damon raked a hand through his dark hair, tumbling it around his face. Why was he mourning the death of a woman who was nothing to him. Nothing....nothing

Damon repeated this litany to himself, for himself. For what was left of his sanity to not flee him as his heart had done. Ah, he had been vulnerable once. But never ever again. Never would a woman come between him and his own self-pleasures. From now on, Damon was his own self. His own master. Nobody was going to defeat Damon Salvatore. Not Katherine, not anybody. His cut hands uncurled at his sides. Damon stared down at his bloody palms. A cruel smile twisted his lips and a wicked glint entered his eyes like black ice. He was a powerful being. One who knew all too well that being weak was the stupid and foolish thing to do. He could feel his vampire’s blood course with the energy and the power Damon craved. Within him, strength soared and mingled with his dark vampire’s blood. The very essence of him.

He should thank Katherine for this strength and power that she had given him, wherever she was. From now on there was just one person in his life. Himself.

Images of young pretty girls flashed through his head. Pretty girls with soft, delicate white throats and tempting bodies. His teeth tingled and ached as Damon taunted himself with the temptation. His tongue swept over his vampire’s teeth and felt them lengthen and grow. This blood lust felt strange and new, but Damon welcomed it with joy. He would finally get what he always wanted. What was always denied to him. Revenge. Revenge on all who had taken from him and never paid for it. Never knew his wrath....but that would come soon enough.

Damon pushed away from the dresser he was leaning on. His thoughts focused on a pretty girl like a fruit ready to be plucked and tasted. He could feel his teeth tingle stronger and stronger in anticipation with each tantalizing picture. It wouldn’t be long before he quenched his insatiable thirst.