Damon Salvatore was having a bad day. To start things off he woke up this morning to find his bed empty, aside from himself, for his girlfriend was spending the majority of the day with her friends of the female gender. Now this didn't really upset Damon or anything, he knew how much Martha enjoyed hanging out with Caroline and Elena. But any day he had to spend away from her left him feeling somewhat empty. However this was only the beginning of his bad day.

When he went to the cellar to get his morning breakfast of blood he found that there stash was running low and decided he would just drink from some human instead. He wasn't sure when he would be able to stop at the hospital again and didn't want Martha to have to find blood in a source other than a blood bag.

He ran into a problem however when the girl he tried to compelled ended up having vervain in her system. She was one of the councilman's daughters so he probably should have seen it coming. Luckily, he hadn't actually drunken from her before attempting to compel her so he didn't have to worry about anyone finding out his secret. He did however get arrested for offending the girl. After trying to compel her to go home with him and have some fun, and those were not exactly the words he used, she slapped him and made a big scene. He probably could've gotten away with just a warning or something but Damon being Damon decided to yell at a cop who had come over to see what was going on. The yelling turned into a fight and long story short Damon got arrested for disrespecting an officer.

He would have just compelled his way out of that but he knew the sheriff Liz knew plenty about vampires and wouldn't have been surprised if she had vervained them all. So instead he had to sit in a prison cell for a good 4 hours before Liz showed up and recognized him, telling the cops to let him go and that he was a good guy. Ha! If only she knew.

From prison he decided to go to the bar. He was in desperate need of a drink. And blood considering he hadn't eaten all day. All he wanted was a chance to relax and then go home but of course his life was never that easygoing. He ran into vampires when he was at the bar. Some tomb vampires. They cornered him outside in the Grille parking lot and attacked. Damon ended up killing them all of course but didn't leave the battle without wounds. They actually managed to do a lot of Damage and he still hadn't had blood all day so his wounds weren't healing as quickly as usual.

He headed home as quickly as possible fully intent on draining the remaining blood bags and then just going straight to bed but once again was met with an unpleasant surprise. Katherine fucking Peirce. She was back in town and so kindly decided to grace the Salvatore's with her presence.

His little confrontation with Katherine left him extremely pissed. She not only made him feel weak and inexperienced but she also brought Martha into the conversation, apparently she had found out she was out of the tomb. She shared her opinions on how Martha and he would never work and no one would ever love him. Now if this hadn't already pissed Damon off enough she finally broke his calm façade when she threatened Martha, Damon reacting by literally kicking her out of the boarding house and luckily she decided her fun was over and actually left.

So that was why Damon was now sitting in front of the fire, clenching the bourbon in his hand tightly. He had blood on his face from the blood bags he had messily torn into earlier and his eyes were glazed over in thought about what Katherine had said to him. On top off that his shirt was ripped up and he had dry blood all over him from his little quarrel with the tomb vampires. He was also pretty sure he had something small lodged in his lower back because there was this aching pain that still hadn't gone away but he wasn't able to reach the spot and quite frankly didn't care.

This is the state Martha found him in when she got home later that night. She walked in with a large smile on her face, ready to tell Damon all about her wonderful day but that smile quickly disappeared when she saw her boyfriend sitting on the couch, reeking of booze and blood. His body was tense and motionless. He hadn't even looked up when she came in; he just sat there, staring at the fire, completely still.

Martha placed her bags gently on the ground before walking over to the dark haired vampire. "Damon." She said gently in a cautious tone. His head snapped up and his eyes found hers, a look of relief replacing the look of pain and anger. She lifted her hand to touch his cheek, standing right in front of him now. He closed his eyes, slowly exhaling as if all the tension was leaving his body. He lifted his hand to cover the dark skinned hand resting against his cheek, pressing it against him.

"Are you ok?" Martha asked, her voice laced with concern. His eyes opened slowly, making contact with her own. He stayed silent, not replying. Suddenly, he moved his hand to wrap around her waist and pulled her to him so she was now straddling his lap. Both of his arms encircled her petite body and she felt his body relax against her own. She was somewhat surprised by his actions, and by his mood. She had seen every one of Damon's personalities but this was a side of him she hadn't seen since she got out of the tomb. This was his vulnerable side. Even as a human he didn't show it often. She knew he must really be upset if he was letting his more sensitive side come out. This is why she wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed her other hand against the back of his head. He buried his face in her chest, letting her scent overwhelm him as she gently played with his dark locks of hair.

Neither knew how long they sat there, not once moving from their positions. The comfortable silence was broken by Martha's soft voice.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked kindly, knowing that he wasn't always the type of person to talk about feelings and what not. He groaned.

"My day has literally been hell." She smiled when she heard the playful tone laced in his voice. He was in a better mood now she was sure of that.

"Well I kinda figured that. What happened to you?" She questioned referring to the blood on his clothes.

"I was attacked by some vamps that escaped from the tomb." A concerned look swept over her features. "Don't worry I'm fine aren't I, and I even managed to kill the bastards." She brought her hand to cup his face again, his blue eyes staring into hers.

"Why'd they attack you?" She leaned her head towards his, their foreheads resting against one another's.

"I honestly have no idea, didn't really take the time to ask." His focus slowly moved from their conversation to her lips and he found himself overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her. So he did.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers softly. She responded immediately, opening her mouth and giving him the access to explore it. She could practically feel the love in his touch as his hands moved over her body. She brought both her hands to his hair, gripping it tightly as the kiss intensified. He pulled her closer, her breast pressed as close to his chest as possible. The desire they felt for one another quickly increasing.

She ground her hips against him and he let out an animalistic growl before standing up and using his vampire speed to push her up against a wall. He lifted her legs up to his waist, one hand resting underneath them to support her as her thighs clenched his waist. He rubbed his erection against her wet center, emitting a long purr from her. His lips left her mouth and he kissed down the length of her neck, making her moan loudly before roughly pulling his mouth back to her own.

"Why don't we go finish this in the shower?" Martha said breathlessly as he moved back to sucking at the smooth skin of her neck. "You're filthy." He chuckled, causing a delightful feeling to run through her at the feel of his body moving against her own.

"That sounds perfect." He kissed her hard on the lips before using his vampire speed to rush them to his shower, stopping every once in a while to press her against the wall and ravish her mouth with his own.