Who: Damon and possibly Caroline When: The End plot Where: Damon’s penthouse/party pad What: This is what life is like for Damon at the End. Warning: Nothing, really.
While everyone outside was dying or struggling to remain alive, Damon was quite literally partying it up. He had turned his penthouse into a party pad complete with loud music, copious amounts of alcohol, and humans almost constantly on tap to provide fresh blood in exchange for a safe place to stay. Before the world turned into an apocalyptic video game, Damon had been pushing himself to be a more decent individual. He had given up fresh blood in favor of the packaged stuff he’d compelled a phlebotomist to give him. He had sworn off his ability of compulsion. Damon had been playing nice even though it went against his very nature. Now that the slayer and her posse of do-gooders had bigger fish to fry, Damon felt that he was safe to do as he pleased.
Damon wasn’t alone, of course. That would have been boring and sad. No, he had someone there to party it up with him. As unlikely as it seemed, it was former good vamp Caroline Forbes. In this world they were the vampire equivalent of Sid and Nancy. Damon quite liked his new lot in life and he didn’t mind sharing the available blood with Caroline. He imagined that he had it a lot easier than the humans outside and that made him smile.
Looking disheveled with his unbuttoned shirt hanging open, Damon meandered his way across the room to a scantily clad young human girl. She was in a daze, probably hungry and anemic from having been feed on numerous other times. She looked up to Damon with a quiet whimper. As far as evil vampires went, Damon wasn’t that bad. It was a common thing for him to erase bad memories and place good ones in their place. Still, he was an intimidating presence as he loomed over her. His face was distorted as it usually was when he was about to feed. The veins underneath his eyes were more prominent, his eyes darker, and his fangs jutting out as he leaned in and bit into the girl’s neck. She squirmed a little bit, but was too weak to put up much of a fight.
“I’m thinking you’re about finished for a while.” Damon smiled at the girl. She looked pale and utterly drained in the literal sense and his words didn’t even register with her. Damon stood up and hefted the nearly dead girl over his shoulder. He made like he was tucking a toddler into bed as he laid her down on the sofa, resting her head against the pillow. Shelter for blood was what he had offered the people he and Caroline fed on. He would provide shelter, too, but he doubted that any of them had this scenario in mind when they made their deals.
Damon stood up straightly, giving the girl one last glance before crossing the room to pour himself a glass of whiskey from the decanter. This was the good life.