History was an evil bitch. Worse, it was one that couldn't be avoided, not that he really wanted to. It was what it was. All those things had brought him here, created Purgatory. Had he grown from the experience - definitely, but there was still the man that wasn't entirely different.
He watched the floor from his perch on the second level of the club. Elena had not seen it, but she would soon figure out his usual position. Tonight, he was able to capitalize on his location as he watched for her. When she appeared, he slipped down the stairs and so the bar. She was scanning the vast floor as the night's DJ was hard at work. Touching her shoulder from the counter, she nearly jumped.
"Surprise," he said, nodding. Purgatory was a beauty that played on the Heaven/Hell concept very well. It wasn't a pub, but an actual club and the party was on. However, Damon was also a responsible owner. He wasn't in the center of the party but running the show around him. That was a true difference. "What do you think?"