Damon awoke in another fit of rage as the madness took over him. Calming down he began to pick back up the broken objects laying around him. His room again looked as if a hurricane had made its home there. The standing mirror was shattered and reflective shards had pierced his hand and were scattered throughout the vicinity. next to his foot had lyed a picture of his family whom had mostly passed before his eyes. Grimacing he plucked the shards from his hands and placed the picture back next to his still standing headboard on the nightstand he had to flip back into the upright position.<br/><br/>As he continued what seamed now to be his nightly chore, thunder struck in the distance as he came to realize a storm had been in the works since he had woken himself. Looking out the wet window only for a second he returned to his closet and dressed himself in a black button-up shirt and blue denim pants. He grabbed his wallet,put on his leather boots, and silently went out of his room treading softly down the stairs and out the door.<br/><br/>Showering himself in the rain Damon's boots clopped onto the concrete under the stormy clouds as he walked towards the west. The cold water cooled his heated body just enough to mask his body heat next to normal as he ventured down the empty back roads till he came to his destination. The place was a small town club named Proserpina.<br/>As he opened the doors to the musk filled building his eyes were slightly blinded by the bright blue lights from overhead. The music was loud and obnoxious in the main area containing the dance floor while if you go to the left led to a soundproofed room containing a second bar and a hall to separate private chambers behind it. Tonight Damon had decided that, to distract himself, that he would pay a visit to the owner of the night club,Theo.