Damien stared out his window. It was raining, same as usual. That was Forks, even if he didn’t like it. He missed being able to go out into the sun without worrying about whether a human was seeing him or not. He had thought about making himself a mate or something along that line. He needed someone other than Chrissy. Chrissy had Evander, and Damien had Chrissy. Damien needed a girl in his life, whether it was human or vampire. That human would eventually become a vampire though. Damien didn’t want to get into trouble with the Volturi. He didn't want to be like the famous Cullens or anything. He didn't want a girl that couldn't watch after herself. He didn't want to constantly be protecting a girl he was in love with. That was just plain annoying, and he wanted a life outside the girl. Seriously though, he hadn't found any girls that had caught his eye. They were all annoying, all obsessed with shopping, and those that had normal lives were already taken, human, or smelling like werewolf. It was plain annoying.

Damien sighed, knowing he needed to hunt. He was dying of thirst, and if he didn't go hunting soon, he'd lose control of himself, and that would just be bad. Damien was trouble, and he wanted to piss someone off, but first he would hunt. He'd go to Seattle. He didn't want the cops looking for some killer because it'd make it harder to find food here in Forks. Seattle was Damien's main hunting grounds. There were lots of homeless people, and unimportant people. They were only important to their families, and in all honesty, Damien didn't care about dead people's families. He was cruel, and he knew it, but he wasn't trying to fix it. Damien was just a little sadistic. So many vampires here in Forks were burgandy eyed, but they still associated with humans and liked them. Damien thought that most humans were stupid. Evander, Chrissy's boyfriend, wasn't stupid, and he'd met a few here and there that weren't. Most were though.

Damien got into his car and started it up. He backed out of his driveway, and realized he needed to call Chrissy. Chrissy was having a hard time with Evander having Cancer and all, so Damien was her moral support. He was worried about her, thus he called her everyday. He didn't really like her choice in feeding, but he respected her choice. He always would. Damien pulled out his phone and dialed Chrissy's number. She didn't answer, so he left a quick message. "Hey Chriss, it's Damien. Just wondering how Ev is doing, and wondering how you're holding up. A little worried about ya. Call or text me back soon. Love ya Chriss." He hung up, and then sighed. He hoped nothing serious was going on. He knew if Evander Mason was ever in serious pain or dead, Chrissy would be hollow and dead inside. Damien worried that would happen since Evander was being stupid about going vamp. It was the only way to save him. He reached Port Angeles and parked his car in the mall parking lot, but had no intention of going inside. He was here hunting. He walked around for a bit,and went to a party. He took blood from a few people in the party, and disposed of their bodies easily.

Damien took particular interest in a black haired girl who smelled like wet dog. Must be werewolves. He followed her quietly, and just watched. He was hiding out in a tree that was in the parking lot. He jumped down in front of her. Would she become food tonight? Nah. He'd taken enough blood tonight. Would he turn her into a vamp to piss Chrissy off, and gain a partner? Maybe so. "Hello."