DARK TEMPTATIONS

1

"Are you sticking around?"
The woman asked with a hopeful glance his way.
Reagan Graves sighed in annoyance, walking past her as he went to grab his clothes.
"Afraid not."
Reagan slipped on his jeans quickly as the woman lit up a cigarette.
The man rolled his eyes in disgust putting a cherry lollipop between his lips.
"Was I not good?"
The woman pouted walking over to him and blowing smoke in his face.
Reagan reeled back in disgust pulling the sucker out from his lips.
"Not even in the top thirty... thousand."
Reagan grinned wickedly as the woman looked taken aback.
"But don't be upset,"
Reagan smiled softly pulling the dark haired girl into a long kiss.
Reagan pulled back with a lazy sigh, putting the sucker back in his mouth as the woman's body hit the ground.
"Always so clingy."
Reagan mumbled annoyedly stepping over the woman's body as he made his way out of the house.
He ignored the people gaping from the busy streets as he hopped on his Harley, not thinking anything of them.
He glanced down at his watch, seeing as it was roughly noon.
"Why don't we pay a visit home?"
Reagan mumbled to himself with a grin starting his bike and speeding down the streets.

✵

Reagan parked his bike in front of the bell tower, knowing if anyone tried to steal it he'd find them and convince them to jump into oncoming traffic.

Reagan didn't despise humans he just found them disposable.

The people of Mystic Falls gaped at the incubus as he roamed the streets in curiosity.
Things had changed since the last time he'd been back, which was centuries ago.
"Hi, sorry to bother you. Do you know where the nearest bar is?"
Reagan smiled stopping a dark haired man.
"Uh- Yeah Mystic Grill is just down the street."
The man grinned pointing toward the restaurant.
"Thanks."
Reagan winked, walking past with an eye roll as he made his way down the street.

Without a care in the world the man walked into the grill, not sparing a glance to all the strangers that gaped at him.
Reagan walked up to the bar grinning at the blue eyed bartender.
"Matt,"
The way his name fell off the strangers lips made the boy turn to him instantly.
"H-Hey, what can I get you?"
Matt grinned leaning closer to the man.
"How about bourbon."
Reagan flashed a winning smile as he saw Matt grin as well.
"A man after my own heart."
Reagan's eyes snapped to a raven haired man who was taking a seat beside him.
"I don't care about anyone's heart."
Reagan faked a grin taking his drink from Matt and taking a long sip.

Reagan didn't like it when people found him approachable.

"Well then you and I have that in common."
The stranger grinned as Reagan took a good look at him.
As he observed the man, taking a liking to his strikingly blue eyes.
"And you are?"
Reagan finally asked finishing off his drink.
"Damon Salvatore."
He grinned holding out his hand.
"Reagan Graves."
Reagan shook his hand slowly as Damon held eye contact with him.
"You wanna get out of here?"
Damon grinned wickedly.
"Sorry you're not that impressive."
Reagan shrugged taking Damon's drink and walking to the end of the bar.

The incubus was thankful the man had seemed to give up on talking to him, finally being able to look around the bar.
He noticed a few girls and guys but none of them caught his interest.
That is until he spotted a young boy, who looked like a druggie sitting all alone in a booth.

Even though Reagan never wanted to associate with people who tainted their own blood he made an exception for the boy.
"Hello."
The demons tone was sultry, making the boy's eyes widen instantly.
"H-Hi, Hey."
The boy grinned as Reagan slid in the booth in front of him.
"I'm Reagan."
The incubus chuckled at the boy's awestruck expression.
"J-Jeremy."
He stuttered out.
"Come on Jeremy, I want to show you something."
Reagan grinned standing swiftly.
He held his hand out to Jeremy as the boy hastily took it.
Reagan led him outside, toward the back alley of the restaurant.
"Are we gonna have sex?"
Jeremy asked as Reagan pushed him against the wall. 
The man laughed shaking his head.
"God no. I just want a snack."
Reagan smirked devilishly as he leaned in kissing Jeremy roughly.
The boy groaned, hastily resting his hands on Reagan's waist.
"Shy are we?"
Reagan asked, taking an odd liking to the boy.
He blushed red under the demons gaze merely shrugging.
Reagan laughed leaning in again and draining little from the boy as he pressed their lips together once more.
"Don't tell anyone."
Reagan whispered breathily, their lips barley touching.
"Okay."
Jeremy nodded closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

And like that Reagan was gone without a trace.
Leaving Jeremy to wonder if he'd imagined the whole thing.