As Elena charmed the sleazebag she was going to make a meal out of, Damon had singled out a pretty girl. Normally, he'd go for the wall flower, the one who secretly wanted to be seduced. Who was normally so reserved, but under the service boiled something more.
But, not this time. Not with Elena. This time, the girl sort of reminded him of Katherine. She enjoyed the attention of the guys around her. She flirted, got drinks bought for her, before moving on and leaving them in the lurch.
Damon approached her, his most charming smile in place on his face.
"Hi." He said leaning in close so she could hear him over the pulse of the music. "You know. You're the most beautiful girl in this place." The lie easily sliding off of his lips, as he glanced over at Elena. "Would you like to dance?" He said, holding his hand out to the blonde in front of him.
It didn't take her long to accept, even the ones that were full of themselves wanted to be seduced. Properly showered with praise, and not just drooled over by inexperienced boys.
It wasn't long after he'd pulled her onto the dancefloor that he gazed into her eyes. Pupils dilating as he compelled her. "Don't be afraid, and don't make a sound." He ordered, as he pulled her close up against him. One hand around her waist, and the other one tilting her head to one side as his fangs extended and pierced the layers of skin between him and the tantalising pulse in the side of her neck.
The girl twitched in pain and he comfortingly stroked her hair, as you would a pet. And there, across the dancefloor, his eyes met Elena's as she still held her victim close.
Damon pulled away from the girl, licking his lips and compelling her to forget, before completely forgetting all about her and crossing the dancefloor to join his girlfriend.