Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster

The streets of New York were glisting with the glow of street lights that shone down on the wet pavement as Elena Gilbert made her way out of a small bar she'd been hanging out in for the last few hours, which had smelt of stale ciggerates and regrets, but it mattered little to Elena. After several rounds of shots she'd spent most her time dancing and teasing the men and women into falling for her, compulsion was never needed. She could simply flash a smile, bat her lashes and they'd be hooked to her. There was a time Elena would have cringed at the idea killing people like this, not now. Two years had passed since Katherine Pierce had killed her younger brother, Jeremy Gilbert, two years since her humanity had been switched off. The Salvatore

There was always a big crowd and people were murdered so often that no one ever noticed her victims. Damon had took her here once when she'd first turned off her humanity, and she knew it wasn't a place they'd think she'd return back to.
Adam, the guy she'd lured out of the bar, came out behind her with a cheesy grin, which made her sigh inwardly. Usually she enjoyed the game, but tonight she just wanted to get what she wanted and be done. It would've been Jeremy's birthday and her emotions were trying to fight their way through to her and she refused to let it happen. She took Adams hand and tugged on it, "Come on." She said.
Elena led the man into a narrow alley way near the bar and pushed him against the brick wall. Adam seemed surprised with her aggressivness, then her lips were pressed rouhly against his. She could taste the bitterness of beer on his lips, could feel the pounding of his pulse as it pumped what she craved most through his veins. She could feel her canines grow into sharp fangs, dark veins appeared under her brown hues, and she pulled away from her prey. Adams eyes grew with fear as he saw her face and she quickly put her finger to his lips. "Shh. You're not going to scream, it won't hurt for long." She compelled him then reared her head back before sinking her fangs deeply into the soft skin of his neck. His blood was sweet and warm as it slipped down her throat, a soft moan coming from deep within her chest. Adam pushed and wiggled

The guy sitting next to her add been trying to make a pass at her for the past twenty minutes with no luck. Like a dog after a bone he'd keep coming back. "You sure you don't wanna get out of here? I-" He started to say for the hundreth time, cut off when she turned to him with a silencing glare. "I'm not sure what part of get lost you're missing bu-" She stopped as something behind him caught her eye. A familiar head of black hair was exiting the club and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Was he really there? She slid off her chair and stalked after his retreating form, not sparing the poor guy who'd been hitting on her a second glance. She kept a distance between them as she continued to follow him into the parking lot, until she was sure it was him. Once she got a good look of his face and knew her speculations were right she thought about running... but if he had come there for some way to try to get her back to Mystic Falls he would have approached her in the club. "What the hell are you doing here, Damon?" She mummbled from behind him, crossing her arms over her