Hi everyone, here's the last chapter to No Remorse, I really hope you guys like it and hopefully some silent reviewers will speak up and tell me what they liked. Try and get me to 200! I'm kidding, don't worry, I know I'm not that good that 50+ of you will review this one chapter. :D
I'll answer to a few reviews and then we can get started.
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Guest one - Yeah I liked writing that part too. :)
Fdecastrolopez - Yeah, I want my Klamon too. And it may have been inconvient, but at least they said they love each other, any time is better than none at all, right?
Tsukiko Kawaguchi (awesome name, btw) - The sadness and regret in his eyes? Readers who can see the little things I put in always make me smile.
Jay (and anyone who reviewed or was wondering the same thing) - Stefan answered Damon's phone, remember? When I was writing that, I pictured him shooting out of Gloria's the minute the call ended. :)
Guest 2 - I think I did, briefly. I said that Damon might have met him at Billy's. And I'm sorry if that wasn't clear, but that was how they met each other. :)
Lime (from chapter six) - I can say you were right, I didn't want to say anything though. ;)
Oh yeah, and there's a bit where I've put something about witches Damon's seen being dark-skinned, if any of you think I'm being racist, I'm really not, and I never would be.
You can either remain here living your life in Mystic Falls, or you can embrace what you truly are. - Klaus Mikaelson.
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Damon was suddenly thrown through the air, and landed on his back with a thud that had him seeing stars. Stefan's bloodied face appeared above him, and Damon cried out in pain as he felt Stefan jam the stake from the crossbow inches below his heart. Bones smashed and splinters scraped against his heart.
He was rapidly deteriorating with every passing second, his senses blurring together and his limbs becoming weak. His eyes began to close as Stefan gripped the stake to jam it upwards and end him forever, but Stefan's weight was suddenly pushed off of him, and there was a large shattering of glass.
Damon gave out completely at that point, becoming encased in darkness as his eyes refused to open. Someone knelt down beside him and tugged out the stake, making him groan behind closed eyes. Two hands pulled him up into a sitting position, holding his head and it flailed and rolled helplessly, but Damon couldn't see who it was.
"Damon?" A familiar voice asked, Damon tried to open his eyes again, but he only saw a stream grey-blue eyes through the miniscule crack. It was Klaus.
"I love you." Damon murmured subconsciously, unaware if Klaus actually heard him. There was a long silence, and everything seemed like it was still, Damon could only hear his own blood pumping in his ears as he faded slowly into the darkness that was creeping over him. The pain in his chest was there but his body wasn't registering it and he started to lose his grip on reality.
As he finally succumbed to the darkness the last words he heard ever so faintly were ones he would never forget.
"I love you too, Damon."
Damon groaned as a searing pain in his chest made itself known. Stefan had stabbed him... in the heart. Was he dead? He felt like it; his chest was hollow and he was tangled in the dark and twisted depths of his own mind, drifting into an empty void. Everything felt peaceful, wherever 'here' was. There was no noise, no birds chirping, no car horns blaring or children playing. There wasn't even the beating of his heart.
He was dead. He had to be, it was the only solution. He was a vampire, a creature of darkness, evil, there wasn't supposed to be 'peace' of any kind for him. But at least he could rest in peace knowing that Klaus knew he loved him, and that everyone else knew. He could just picture everyone sitting around and scratching their heads about the two of them together.
"Damon?" a voice whispered, disrupting his peaceful state with a hand on his shoulder. It's Stefan, he thought in panic, coming to finish me off. He fought and struggled, hitting out blindly, hitting and snarling until he felt two hands, much stronger than his own, pin his wrists down onto the... soft pillow? behind him. Damon quickly realised he wasn't dead, or with Stefan. "Hey, relax, it's me," a familiar voice whispered.
"Klaus...?" Damon responded automatically without fully opening his eyes. Battling with them, he shifted in the bed he was laid in. His eyes opened and he found himself lying in a room with beige paint peeling off the walls. A hotel? he thought with a grimace of disgust. Klaus was sat on a chair next to the bedside table, watching him with a confused expression on his face.
"What happened?" he asked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was Stefan stabbing him and seeing Klaus throw Caroline's body down like a rag doll. He actually remembered one other thing - his love confession to Klaus. It wasn't exactly the most comforting way to wake up, given the situation it had came out of from them.
"Stefan stabbed you," Klaus said with a bitter edge to his voice. Damon put a hand to his shirt, finding a large, blood-stained hole in it. His chest still felt soft and tender, he guessed it hadn't been healing very well due to the vervain and continuous sunlight torture he had endured yesterday. "And..." Klaus trailed off and refused to meet his eyes.
"And what?" Damon pried. If it was getting Klaus nervous, it was definitely worth knowing.
"You told me you love me," he said, the look on his face clearly expecting Damon to shudder away in horror, but he didn't.
"You said it too," he pointed out with a grin, swearing point-blank he saw Klaus blush before he looked him in the eyes. It was clear they had both been expecting rejection, but neither had gotten it, so neither knew how to truly proceed. Damon had only ever had Elias say he loved him before, but the situation hadn't been so awkward. Katherine had never said it to him, Stefan never did, his father sure as hell didn't, and his mother only really said it after Stefan was born. She was more of a physical being.
"I'm glad, 'cause I didn't want to go through the whole Elena scenario again," Damon said to fill the uncomfortable silence. Why was it like this if they both meant it? Not that he was expecting Klaus to suddenly turn into a giddy high-school boy or anything. Damon didn't actually know what to expect; the only experience he had to go on was Elias, but he didn't wake up in his company after being stabbed by his insane little brother. "Once was bad enough," he murmured in disgust.
"Are you insinuating I would string you along?" Klaus asked, feigning hurt. The tension was beginning to leave as Damon grinned and sat up, ignoring the numbness of his body. "And with whom?" Klaus raised his eyebrows. "Your brother? or Jeremy?" he smirked playfully, while this time Damon did shudder away in horror.
"Say 'Matt' and I will find a way to kill you," he growled quietly. The thought of him and mini-Gilbert was bad enough, but his own brother?! His insides were churning just thinking about it. He hated the bones of him so he'd probably find a way to kill him softly.
"I wasn't," Klaus held his hands up in surrender, grinning evilly as he rested them in his lap. "I was going to suggest Tyler," he chuckled. Damon nearly threw up on the spot. Him and Tyler Lock-woof? He didn't particularly like the over-egotistical football jock as a human, and his wet dog smell now, only made it worse. How Caroline could have stood being around him was a wonder.
"I'd rather remove my own eyeballs," he deadpanned, "and filet them." He was still shuddering in horror. Klaus was silent for a moment, his piercing gaze roving all over his body. Damon's skin heated up and he found himself wondering if Klaus could actually see through his clothes and the bed sheets covering him.
"What?" he asked.
"You look horrible," Klaus said bluntly. Damon frowned; he had been vervained, burned in sunlight and denied blood for days. Excuse me for not looking like an Adonis! he thought, rolling his eyes.
"Thanks," he said, sending a sarcastic smile in Klaus' direction. "Every eternal stud loves hearin' that in the morning," he chuckled. Klaus slapped him playfully, rolling his eyes.
"I just mean, when's the last time you had blood?" he asked with genuine concern. It was rare for Klaus to show it, which was exactly what made concern from Klaus look like water in the Sahara Desert.
"Are you offering?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows, half joking, half not. Klaus' blood seemed like a perfect cure for him.
"You'd drink me into desiccation judging by how you look," Klaus chuckled and Damon froze. How bad did he look? The way Klaus was looking at him made it seem like his skin was mottled, peeling and his eyes were sunken into his sockets.
"Hmm," Damon hummed in appreciation. "A Latino does sound pretty good right about now," he said. He felt like his veins were grinding together and his head was burning with fire. He hated Stefan now, more than ever. Torturing him wasn't even to 'force an infatuation' out of him, it was just to get back at him because Elena broke up with him and he couldn't handle someone else getting the love that he 'deserved'.
"Then you'll need this." Klaus reached into his pocket and pulled out his daylight ring. Damon's eyes widened and he stared at his finger, the skin were it had been was indented with the band. "Stefan had it hidden in a vervain plant," Klaus said, handing it to him. Damon slipped it onto his finger. "He must have wanted to keep you captive for a long time," he mused.
Damon clenched his fist angrily and growled lowly in the back of his throat. Klaus noticed. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Stefan was only doing that because he thought I was 'infatuated' with you and he was trying to 'force' it out of me," Damon said angrily. He didn't know what he was more mad about, the fact that Stefan had tortured him or the fact that he was so delusional that he couldn't accept that he loved Klaus. "He also refused point-blank to believe the my humanity isn't off and he was only trying to make himself out to be the 'good-guy'" - he made air quotation marks with his fingers and rolled his eyes - "who's 'saved me from my eternal darkness'," he muttered bitterly.
"It's only because Elena was there," Damon went on, "he's pissed that she actually has feelings for me," he snorted. Stefan was more pathetic than he had thought, he lost his precious Elena so he threw a bitch fit and took it out on him. "That I do not reciprocate," he added quickly, seeing the look on Klaus' face. "And dumped him," he finished.
"I take it he always used to get everything?" Klaus guessed.
"The choice to go to war or not, daddy's approval, the girl... you name it," Damon murmured, his old feelings of resentment coming out to play. Why had he always been pushed out? and shamed for it? Because he was the first-born son it apparently made it seem like a temper tantrum in his father's words. "Saint Stefan, the 'Golden Boy'," he scowled.
"I was never valued very highly in my family either," Klaus said gently. "My father hated me from the minute I was born and I was never particularly close to any of my siblings until Henrik died," he said. Damon noticed his body had gone rigid. He had questions he wanted answered, but he wasn't going to press; Klaus may have loved him, but it wouldn't stop him from killing anyone.
"At least you can get rid of them and bring them back to life when you regret it," Damon pitched in. The amount of times he had wanted to kill Stefan - and nearly succeeded - were uncountable, but he would miss his brother and his brooding ways. Although right now, in the heat of the moment, he wasn't so sure.
"You'd regret killing Stefan even after everything he's done?" Klaus asked in amazement.
"I've done some pretty horrible stuff to him too," Damon admitted. "Besides, he's my brother and I promised my mother I'd take care of him," he said softly.
Damon knocked gently on his mother's door, ignoring the sleepiness in his limbs and the dryness under his eyes. It was a little after three in the morning and her screaming - that had been keeping him up all night - had stopped. He had been with her several hours prior to her sudden outburst reading her their favourite book - Gone with the Wind, but the servants had taken him out of the room before he could ask what was wrong and comfort her.
A muffled reply came from inside the room, and Damon eagerly opened the door. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight in front of him. His mother looked pale and withdrawn, a mere wisp of herself underneath the heavy bed sheets. A white bundle was in her arms, and it peaked Damon's curiosity.
"Is everything alright, mama?" he asked with a kind smile. He figured someone had to be the gentleman, seeing as his father had had to leave on business. What kind of man would leave when his wife started screaming incoherently with sweat beading down her forehead? Damon just suspected that he didn't want to deal with it.
"Yes darling, I'm fine," she said weakly, sitting up on the huge mound of pillows that were holding her up. "Come and see your baby brother," she smiled, holding up the small white bundle. Damon rolled his eyes, but went over to the bed anyway, clambering onto it and resting beside his mother.
He quickly glanced at the baby - seeing its wrinkled face and tiny hands - and said, "can we put him back in the stork's nest?"
"No sweetie," his mother chuckled. "He's here to stay," she smiled. She then looked him straight in the eyes, ocean blue locking with ocean blue. Damon knew in that instant she was serious. "You'll have to look after him," she said.
"Why?" Damon frowned. He didn't want a little brother. He would no doubt steal all his toys, eat his food and take away his parents time that they usually spent with him. In his father's case, that wasn't much, but when he did, they always played catch outside in the yard. Now they wouldn't be able to because he would be preoccupied with... other things. He looked down at the bundle with a little sneer.
"Because he's family," his mother said firmly, but gently. Damon shifted uncomfortably, feeling slightly guilty, although not enough to apologise. "And we Salvatore's take care of family," she reminded him, carefully handing him his little brother.
Damon felt the baby's weight in his arms, and put one hand behind the baby's head, like he'd seen his mother do, and rested him on his lap. He was sleeping soundly and Damon got a proper look at him. He had soft skin and cute, chubby little fingers that were currently curling by his sides. His eyes opened slowly, settling on Damon, and in that instant, Damon knew that he would have to be there for him.
"Right," he nodded surely, not looking at his mother, but rather at his little brother's forest green eyes that were currently shining with confusion. "I'll look after him," he smiled down at him and he felt his mother's hand rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.
"I promise."
"How touching," Klaus said thoughtfully, a smile playing on his lips.
"You saw that?!" Damon asked in amazement.
"Yes," Klaus nodded. "Because of the amount of my blood you've drank, we're linked to the point where I can see inside your head and you could see inside mine," he explained. Then he smirked, "If I were to let you," he whispered softly, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes.
He leaned back in the chair, folding his arms and gaining a brisk, business-man like air. "Now who's this Elias you've been thinking of?" he asked. Damon nearly rolled his eyes, he knew Klaus was going to do that.
"An ex-boyfriend," he said and Klaus' eyebrows shot up. This time Damon did roll his eyes. Did Klaus completely ignore the 'ex' in front of boyfriend, or was he pretending he didn't hear it? "He showed me the ropes when I first turned," he elaborated. He had no idea how he and Elias had gotten to be more than a student/teacher relationship, their few decades together had been a blur of blood, sex and booze.
"You don't want him back, do you?" Klaus asked in a jealous tone. Damon's mouth nearly dropped open, but he closed it, merely making flustered noises that had Klaus grinning.
"No!" Damon nearly yelled, since that seemed the only way of getting Klaus to listen. He hadn't heard from Elias since he had hit the a hundred and forty-five years old mark. "That was nearly a hundred and fifty years ago," he reassured him softly. Klaus still didn't look convinced and Damon was silently smirking about what would happen if he and Elias actually met.
"Now are we gonna hunt or are we gonna sit here like Jeremy Kyle rejects?" he asked.
"Come on." Klaus got up and Damon threw the covers back, feeling slightly unsteady when his feet touched the ground. His head spun and the sound of his heart thumping resounded in his ears. Klaus gripped his arm and helped him up. Damon couldn't help but notice Klaus' grip was tighter than usual.
"You're so jealous you could be the wicked witch of the west," he snickered. He could practically feel the jealously in the air, it was so thick a knife wouldn't even cut it.
"Don't test me Salvatore," Klaus growled lowly. Damon grinned and batted his eyelashes.
Damon sped past the tree, ruffling the leaves. The scent of blood was hot in his nostrils, but first he had to draw the victims out of their tent. Damon looked at the tent, and then to Klaus, shaking his head. The dirty-blond bent down at picked up a stone, hurling it at the nearby tree, creating an explosion of leaves.
"Did you hear that, Mark?" the woman asked in a frightened voice, Damon's enhanced vision allowing him to see her silhouette clinging worriedly to her boyfriend.
"No," he looked around inside the tent. Damon walked over to the tree and kicked the trunk, shaking the leaves and making a few of the apples fall off. One or two fell on the tent, startling the couple inside, and the other's disturbed the leaves and the squirrels that were cooping up on the branches.
"There it is again," the woman murmured. Her boyfriend huffed, and after a short while there was rustling and huffing as the two walked out of the tent. Damon grinned and Klaus walked over to them.
"Sorry to disturb you two love-birds," Klaus called. They spun around and the woman gasped, clutching at her boyfriend as she saw Klaus. "But your day's about to get wrecked," he said. Damon rushed over from where he was stood, colliding into the woman, ravenously feeding from her neck while Klaus lunged at her boyfriend.
Her screams went ignored as his ferocious bite practically tore her neck in half. As he drank, all his aches and the burning in his chest was easing up. She was dead in minutes and Damon dropped her to the ground, noticing that Klaus was still feeding. He wasn't completely satisfied. He needed something, he licked his lips, more.
It seemed luck was on his side. A man was walking a few feet away from them, heading in the opposite direction. Damon gave a quick glance at Klaus, who was still busy, before tailing the man. He seemed guarded, Damon could see that even from their great distance apart, so he would have to surprise him.
The chance came when the man turned his back. Damon rushed forwards and grabbed the man's shoulders baring his fangs in a hiss. A hand suddenly whipped around and gripped his throat in an iron grip, ramming him against the nearest tree. Damon's breath caught in his throat, he had only made the mistake of trying to attack a vampire once.
The vampire in question was hissing at him, forest green eyes encased by black and veins that looked murderous. His fangs were out and looked ready to sink into his neck. Damon studied him for a moment, there was something about the way he was holding him against the tree and the way his hair fell into his eyes seemed familiar. Too familiar...
"Elias?!" Damon said in surprise. Elias just smirked and released him, his face shifting back to normal. Damon rubbed his throat and looked up at his old flame. He hadn't changed at all; his eyes were still glinting with mischief and his lips still held that goddamned smirk that nobody could imitate.
"Good to see you again Damon," he smiled. "Old habits never die, do they?" he chuckled absent-mindedly.
"What are you doing here?" Damon asked. It seemed ironic that he was thinking about what would happen if Elias ran into Klaus only a few hours ago, and a few moments ago, said man pinned him to a tree and almost killed him.
"Fancied a change of scenery," Elias said. Damon narrowed his eyes, Elias was never the travelling type, he only upped on out of a country if he absolutely had to or there was something threatening the vampire race. "Alright, I killed the Prince of France and I had to bail before I was caught," he said. Now that sounds more like him, Damon thought with a smirk.
"Damon?" Klaus called somewhere off in the distance. Damon grinned as Elias' brows furrowed in confusion. Hopefully Klaus wouldn't try to rip him apart in less than five seconds of seeing him. Klaus may have been a hybrid, but Elias certainly knew how to fight and would not go down easy.
The rustling of leaves and footsteps coming closer signalled Klaus' arrival. Damon was nearly wincing prematurely, waiting for the clashing of fangs and the snapping of necks, but it never came. Instead, Klaus and Elias were looking at each other like they were trying to remember something.
"Klaus?" Elias said in amazement, studying him up and down, from head to toe, smiling at him. "I haven't seen you since... well, ever," he said. Damon did a double-take. Had Klaus and Elias ever been with each other?
"You two know each other?!" he asked in surprise.
"He was one of the first people that Kol turned," Klaus explained, some sort of stale air around him. Damon nearly sighed, but he didn't. He just walked closer to Klaus, giving him some sort of signal that he wasn't interested in Elias anymore. He seemed to get the message too, his eyebrows rising in surprise. "After he nearly mauled him to death," he finished. Damon cringed; he knew Elias' blood tasted good, but he wouldn't have mauled him.
"Your family's crazy," Elias snipped from the sidelines. Klaus made a face like he understood him completely. "Your dad still being a dick?" he asked casually. Damon was surprised that Klaus wasn't leaping at him, but it seemed like they shared a past, similar to what Damon and Elias had, minus the blood and sex.
"My father is rotting in a cemetery in Charlotte wrapped in chains after he ravaged Mystic Falls looking for the Doppelganger," Klaus said bluntly.
"Harsh much?" Elias raised an eyebrow at him, and Klaus just smirked. It was clear he didn't like his father at all. It was just another thing they had in common, it scared Damon just how much they actually did, and he wouldn't be at all surprised if the completely impossible idea that they were long-lost brothers were true.
Klaus raised his eyebrows at him, clearly amused. Damon frowned, he wasn't a fan of the fact that Klaus could see into his head freely, but he was guarding his like a locked treasure chest.
"So what are you doing here?" he asked Elias.
"As I told Damon, I fancied a change of scenery," Elias told him, leaning against the tree he'd previously been pinning Damon against.
"Nobody 'chooses' Mystic Falls," Klaus said with a look of disgust on his face. Damon couldn't agree more, if he had a choice of where to be born, it would not have been here. In a town where the self-righteous and overly annoying current Petrova Doppelganger would come in and tear him and his brother apart.
"I guess I'm the exception then," Elias smiled at him. He then folded his arms and looked at the two of them like they were under scrutiny. "So what are you guys up to?" he asked.
"My brother tortured me and I'm rejuvenating," Damon said bluntly.
"Over Katherine?" Elias asked. He had been there to listen to everything Damon had to say about Katherine, and surprisingly didn't get jealous - Klaus should take a page out of his book, Damon thought, well aware Klaus was trying to read his thoughts - when Damon told him about the sweet moments between them. It soon became apparent that he didn't really love Katherine, Elias was his first real love, but he spent so much time trying to get her out of the tomb because he felt like he owed it to her.
"No," Damon shook his head, his lips turning into a thin line as he thought about the woman he was about to mention. If anything, she was worse than Katherine, at least she admitted to things. "Elena, her Doppelganger, actually," he said.
"I don't even want to know," Elias waved him off and Damon chuckled.
The three of them started walking back to the hotel, with Damon filling Elias in on the current situation - ranging from the very beginning of what had transpired that had Klaus and Damon together, to Elena stringing him along and declaring love for him, right down to the hunt that occurred because of his brother - with him occasionally throwing a comment in that he couldn't help but nod in agreement with, and Klaus made the extremely out-of-character habit of holding his hand brusingly tight whenever he was sure Elias was looking.
The hotel room door shut behind them and Damon was once again looking from Klaus to Elias whilst nursing his bruised hand. A smaller space meant it would be harder for Elias to run if Klaus tried to- Alright, calm down, Damon reasoned with himself, if Klaus was going to kill Elias he would have done it already.
"So when are you going to hurt your brother?" Elias asked.
"Tomorrow morning," Damon replied, stretching his arms in the air so that his shirt rode up slightly. When he let them drop to his sides, Klaus was glaring at Elias like he had looked at him. "All that killing made me tired," he grinned and Elias chuckled.
"Just don't keep me up all night, okay guys?" he winked at him before disappearing into the main room to sleep on the sofa.
"Elias..." Damon's voice trailed off as he saw Klaus glaring daggers into Elias' back. He looked ready to murder him, but he was clearly holding himself back because Elias did mean something to him. "You're jealous again," he muttered into Klaus' ear, grinning coyly.
"You went out with him," Klaus said bluntly, and Damon could swear he was clenching his fists, or teeth. "I have a right to be," he said in a way that had Damon chuckling but also fearing for Elias' safety.
"Elias's harmless," he said, looking Klaus in the eyes so he would get the message. "He's not out to get me back," he told him, "we're over each other anyway," he smiled at him. Klaus looked like he understood, but understanding the situation wasn't going to make him any less jealous or possessive.
Damon felt twisted saying he loved it and conflicted because Elias was his old friend. He was running low in that department because everyone else were idiots who were too concerned about Miss Elena's problems, Elias was the only one who would have stuck by him if the need arised.
"You'd better be-"
"Because you won't hesitate to rip his head off?" Damon interrupted with a grin. Klaus didn't say anything, instead he roughly grabbed Damon's collar, smashing their lips together and pushing him onto the bed.
Damon groaned into Klaus' mouth as he met his second climax, the cold temperature from the shower kept him from passing out. Klaus chuckled as he pulled away from him, cleanly removing himself from him, holding Damon up so he didn't collapse right on the spot.
The pelting of water was only now registering in Damon's ears. He stuck a hand out and flicked some droplets onto his face. He saw Klaus roll his eyes at him before he stepped out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist.
"Good thing we were in the shower, huh?" Damon was still panting as he wrapped a towel around his waist, his hair still dripping water onto his bare chest.
"Where's Elias?" he asked as he ruffled his hair with a spare towel, noticing the absence of noise of the Jeremy Kyle Show. He knew Elias only liked watching it to laugh at people's problems and to see if anyone got into any fights or carried off-stage by the body guards.
"Gone out by the sound of it," Klaus said.
"Why are you so jealous of him?" Damon asked suddenly. It wasn't like Elias had been flirting with him or anything, he probably gathered not to since Klaus was looking at Damon like he wanted to jump and devour him nearly most of the time.
"He had you first," Klaus said, making Damon seem like a favourite toy. In some sick and twisted sense, Damon supposed he was. He didn't mind though, it was simply Klaus' way of showing his affection, and it wasn't his fault if he got jealous. From what he had heard, Klaus and Elijah had been in the same situation with Katherine a few hundred years back.
"You've got me now," Damon reassured him, putting his hands onto Klaus' shoulders, rubbing them softly. Klaus put one hand on the back of Damon's neck, locking eyes with him until the tension grew heavy, and smashed their lips together in a rough kiss.
Klaus' tongue forced his way into Damon's mouth, staking his claim over him, and he pushed him against the tiled wall so hard that his towel came away and some tiles loosened behind his back. He broke away from him and savagely kissed and nipped a trail up his neck, making him moan and slice his nails into Klaus' back.
"Guys?" Elias' voice called as the door closed, making Klaus and Damon abruptly pull away from each other. Klaus didn't look too happy about being interrupted, but Damon knew it was things to make up for the next night. "I'm back, and I brought a friend," he sang.
"Who?" Damon asked, coming out of the bathroom, well aware he didn't have his towel on. He saw a beautiful dark-skinned girl standing with Elias, her vivid blue eyes hard and her posture emanating that she was someone who stood her ground. Her arms were folded and her lips were a tight line. Who was she?
"Jeez," Elias turned away slightly, his face scrunching up in surprise while the girl's jaw nearly dropped off. "Really?!" he asked in frustration, "at least put a towel on!" he pleaded.
"Nothing you haven't seen before," Damon responded nonchalantly, bending down to pick his boxers up. "Who's the witch?" he asked as he pulled them up his legs. Damon could tell by the exquisite beauty the girl had, most of the witches he had seen were dark-skinned with flowing black hair. He had never seen a caucasian witch before, except for Maddox. Probably something to do with lineage, Damon thought, pulling his jeans on and buttoning them up.
"Selena," Elias elaborated, gesturing to her while she gave them a tight-lipped, brisk, business like smile. "Figured she could help us with your 'quest for vengeance'," Elias smiled, making quotation marks with his fingers. Damon rolled his eyes and tugged his shirt over his head.
Selena sighed, her posture only adding to the fact she definitely didn't want to be in a room with two dangerous vampires and the King of the supernatural species. "Elias, I'm only doing this because I'm in your debt," she reminded him curtly, making Damon remember the time Lucy Bennett was helping Katherine get the moonstone. "The minute my services aren't needed, I'm gone," she said coldly.
"Deal," Elias agreed, briefly shaking hands with her.
"So what do you need me for?" she asked, relaxing slightly, although Damon had a feeling she wasn't going to lose the coldness in her voice. It was like she was warning them somehow, but he was really the only one she could do damage to; Elias and Klaus would probably kill her in seconds.
"Bonnie has a barrier spell around the house no doubt," Damon muttered just as Klaus emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and joining in the conversation, standing almost protectively next to Damon. "Can you get rid of it?" he asked her.
"Location?" she asked simply.
"Salvatore Boarding house, by Wickery Bridge," Damon told her.
"Anything else?" Selena asked.
"Witchy migraines are a specialty of hers," Damon said, shuddering at the memory of the pain. "Is there any way to block them?" he asked hopefully.
"I can enchant jewellery, similar to your sun talismans," Selena replied and Damon nearly passed out with relief. Not being affected by Bonnie's magic would make killing her so much easier. "It'll make all three of you immune to any type of magic that could harm you," she explained.
"Where were you last year when I needed you?" Damon asked in exasperation, a hint of wonder in his voice. His views of magic were extremely colored, since witches had screwed him over more than enough times, especially Bonnie who had nearly killed him once. "Let's do this!" he grinned.
"Easy tiger," Elias chuckled at him.
"Those out for revenge don't take it easy," Damon told him slowly, sounding like a wise old man.
"True," Elias nodded in agreement.
"Any of you have a map?" Selena asked. What the hell kind of question is that? Damon thought, exchanging a bewildered look with Klaus. Elias pursed his lips, before his face lit up. He walked into the living room, there was a ripping sound, then he walked back to them with a full-sized map in his hands.
"I'm sure they won't mind," he said innocently, laying it out on the table.
"I'll need blood from all three of you as a binding agent." Selena drew a small dagger from her pocket. Elias went first, and she held his dripping hand over the Mystic Falls spot on the map. Klaus went next, then when it was Damon's turn, he felt weary. He was quite well-versed in the ways of magic, but he didn't feel particularly comfortable offering his hand to a witch who was just fulfilling a debt and could pull anything over on them.
Moments later, the map was stained with their blood, completely covering the spot labelled 'Mystic Falls'. Selena closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and began to chant softly.
"O spiritus defuncti vocavi te rogare" - as her chants started to get louder, the bloodied spot on the map flared up in flames and the lights around them flickered - "infregerit aliquam formam protegente Salvatore boarding habet domus, ita tres potest impius vindicta sanguinem eorum profanum," she finished, opening her eyes. The flames on the map were extinguished, leaving a singed ring around 'Mystic Falls'.
"It's done," she informed them briskly. "Your rings." She held out a hand for them.
"Una momento, senorita," Elias said, putting up his index finger. He went around the room, closing all the curtains. When he was done, he slipped off his ring and placed it in Selena's hand, Klaus begrudgingly handed his over - Damon didn't know if he still needed it for protection from the sunlight anymore - and Damon reluctantly took his off.
Selena closed her hand and started chanting once more, "O spiritus defunctorum, tibi dico ut roget pro secundo, tertio immunize tueri impios ex annulis, quod mala amet, utrum lux tenebris medios dictum." Damon winced as he felt a powerful burning sensation where his ring had been, he looked at Elias, who seemed to have the same thing. If Klaus did, he wasn't making it know.
"Here," Selena said, thrusting their rings into Elias' stomach. He took them from her, handing them around. It was crystal clear Selena was itching to run out of there, which made Damon wonder exactly what the debt was, at least Lucy was polite when she spoke to Katherine and the rest of them. "Goodbye," she nodded to them, rushing out the door.
It closed behind them and Damon slipped his ring onto his finger. Now he was immune to all harming magic? Maybe there were some decent minded witches in the world, but he had yet to find them. The ones that didn't do what he wanted and then run, that is.
"Okay, before we do this, I just have one question," Elias said, turning to the two of them with a devious smirk. "Who can I kill first?"
Damon, Klaus and Elias stood on the edge of the falls, the raven-haired was more deeper in thought than the others, his calculating gaze trained on the Salvatore boarding house. Everything outside was still, except for the few shrubs blowing silently into the breeze. Damon strained his ears to hear something inside the boarding house, he could only hear footsteps and quiet murmuring that he couldn't make out.
It used to be his home and the man inside used to be his brother, now Damon contemplating burning the house to the ground with Stefan's body inside it so he couldn't tail behind him for eternity and lecture him about 'being a monster'. Damon used to do everything to protect the three women inside, but somehow everything he did wasn't enough for Elena's affections. He didn't care about any of that anymore, he had someone else to care about, a new perspective on his life, and an old agenda brought back with a fire.
Damon stole another glance at the building in front of him, catching a glimpse of Stefan through the large bay window, seeing him and Elena curled up on the sofa - Bonnie was in the background, bending over a grimoire with a frustrated look on her face - with Stefan no doubt whispering words that would sooth her before the storm began. They deserved each other, they were truly pathetic, self-righteous beings that grated on everybody's nerves.
A sneer crept onto Damon's lips as he surveyed them once more. This used to be his home, this town used to be the thing he tried to protect, but now he was going to make it rain blood.
Damon jumped down from the hill, landing on his feet. Without a second glance at Klaus and Elias, he sped towards the house, slipping into the top window while Klaus and Elias took the lower entrances.
Damon neatly landed on the floor of his room, soundlessly walking through the hallway. He glanced at the guest room across from the hall. The door was open a crack, revealing Caroline who was either asleep or unconscious, with Jeremy watching over her. Damon smirked, it was one less person to deal with if she was.
A frustrated groan came from downstairs, and Damon listened intently. "Bonnie? What's wrong?" he heard Stefan asking her.
"Something's stopping me from casting a protection spell on the house," she sounded out of breath, and Damon smirked again. If she kept up trying, it could kill her. He could smell her nosebleed from all the way up here.
"Well try harder," Stefan made a sound like he was getting off the sofa, and Damon began creeping down the stairs, sensing Elias and Klaus' presence in the living room. "Damon'll be vengeful and right now Klaus is with him, who knows what they'll do to us?" he told her, panicking. At least he had the good sense to be frightened.
"Probably rip you apart and heal you so they can do it over and over again," Elias chuckled. He discreetly eyed him from where he was looking from the doorway, unnoticed by anyone. "Or something very dramatic; Klaus always likes to dramatise things, just ask his siblings," he smiled again. Elena got off the couch and stood in front of Stefan and Bonnie. Damon nearly scoffed, Elias was around the same age-range as Klaus, she didn't stand a chance.
"Who the hell are you?!" Stefan yelled. Elias remained silent, waiting for it to click into Stefan's brain. They had met before, although it had been very brief and Stefan had been lecturing the pair of them about 'surviving the wrong way' which made Elias rip out his kidneys and throw him in the sewers to regenerate his organs.
Realisation suddenly dawned on Stefan's face and he was getting ready to fight - no doubt to look good in front of Elena - but just as he made a step towards Elias, Klaus appeared, throwing him across the room. He sailed through the air and smashed into one of the paintings, tearing the table in half in the middle of his frantic grab for something to cling onto.
"Stefan!" Elena cried. She was about to rush over to him, but Elias swiftly grabbed her, holding her in a choke-hold with her arms behind her back. She struggled and hissed, but Elias only tightened his grip and bent down to whisper something in her ear that had her fighting harder, but failing miserably.
Damon walked into the parlour, flaunting his now-healed and vengeful self in front of them. He went over to where Stefan was laying, crumpled in a heap with blood running down his forehead. He eyed him venomously, but didn't have the strength to get up. "Hello brother," he smiled warmly. In a split second, he had broken off one of the table legs and jammed it into Stefan's chest, inches below his heart.
He passed out almost instantly, and Damon picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder. He motioned to Elias who forced a struggling Elena to sit down in one of the armchairs. She fought, but Elias managed to keep her still with one hand on her chest until Klaus threw him some rope. Damon almost did a double-take at the sight in front of him; Elias and Klaus were actually working together without Klaus getting possessive over him.
Damon turned at the sound of mumbled chanting and saw Bonnie with a violently bleeding nose trying to cast a spell big enough to take the three of them down. Damon grinned, feeling triumphant as the rings were doing their job of protecting them. Elias sped over to her, wrestling her to the ground in a sleeper hold.
Klaus finished securing Elena to the chair and went over to help Elias with Bonnie. Damon dropped Stefan to the floor, and propped him up against the wall. He took the stake out, and rammed it in harder, feeling it push through the wall. Damon then snapped off two chair legs, stabbing them into Stefan's thighs so he wouldn't be able to move, and then another through his neck so he could watch every second without the option to cringe away.
"Two more," Elias announced from the doorway, throwing Caroline and Jeremy into the room. Damon was still surprised she was out. Klaus had snapped her neck, maybe two days ago and it usually took an hour for any vampire to wake up. He must have been angry, Damon thought with a sick feeling of pride.
Klaus proceeded to tie both of them to the spare chairs while Elias went to check on his brother. Damon knelt down beside Elena, who was out cold. He wanted to see her face when she realised her actions had consequences and caused all of this. He wanted to see her squirm at the sight of the dead loved ones when they would rip them so cruelly from her.
"Wakey-wakey, Elena..." he sang, patting her cheek. She groaned, blearily opening her eyes, and Damon slyly angled her chair so she couldn't see him yet, but was forced to look at everyone around her.
"Bonnie?!" She yelled, her eyes first settling on her friend. To all intents, she looked like she was dead; bleeding nose and lifeless figure. "Caroline?" she whimpered in confusion, then her eyes settled on Jeremy. "Jeremy!" she screamed. Elias winced over from where he was stood and Damon wouldn't be surprised if she had popped his eardrum. Screaming pointlessly was a speciality of hers.
"Relax, they're not dead," Damon reassured her from behind the chair, making her jump, watching them slowly come to, suspecting her screams woke them up. "Yet." He walked over to where Klaus and Elias were, revelling in the sweet dream that was in front of him. All of his worst enemies and his brother in the same room.
"You can't do this!" Elena yelled defiantly. He and Klaus exchanged bored looks, while Elias chuckled beside them.
"Sure we can," he told her emotionlessly. "You really don't get when someone's a vampire that they can do whatever they want, do you?" he smiled thinly. He turned to Damon, dropping Stefan's ring into his hand. His brother wasn't in the sunlight, but he had a pretty good idea of what to do with it when this was over.
"Damon, why are you doing this?" Stefan asked weakly from the corner. Damon was about to launch into a massive tirade, but he knew Elias was itching to kill something, and he just wanted to get started. He wanted to cause his brother the pain that Stefan's favouring caused him over the years. Nothing before had came close, but this would. He also knew Stefan would be too frightened of becoming the Ripper again to turn his humanity off.
"Elena's going to pay for all she's put me-" Damon was tempted to say 'us' but Stefan hadn't earned that right, he lost it when he tortured him "-through, and you're going to pay for always trying to outshine me, and getting everything that I wanted." He saw Stefan's eyes take on a look of regret, but started talking again before he could rant on about not being able to change the past. "This'll be my ultimate revenge," he smirked as Stefan's face fell.
"Seems I did teach you a thing or two, Damon," Elias piped up from the corner.
"Well you were my hottest teacher," he winked at him while Elias raised his eyebrows seductively. Klaus narrowed his eyes at the two of them while Damon rolled his.
"Now, where shall we start?" Klaus asked merrily, clapping his hands together. Damon spotted Bonnie eyeing the hybrid, unblinking, from her chair, and he nodded over to Klaus, getting his attention onto Bonnie. She definitely had to go first, her magic was making her too big for her boots, it was making her think she could take on anyone.
"Where are your manners, Bonnie?" Klaus asked her in a falsely sweet tone, watching her tilt her chin up in defiance. She didn't know about the protection spell on their rings, but even so, she wouldn't have been able to take on Klaus and Elias if they didn't have them, and Damon knew they wouldn't let her cast one on him without a fight.
"Maybe I should teach you some." Klaus drove his hand into Bonnie's chest, gripping her heart tightly while Elena was screaming in the background. They fell on deaf ears, and Klaus pulled her heart out, tossing it aside. Bonnie's body slumped, her eyes lifeless and staring at the floor. Elena was too shocked to even make a sound, her mouth only dropped open in a sob.
Damon smirked, one down, two to go. Stefan looked like he wanted to rush over and comfort her, but the stakes in him were preventing him so all he had to do was watch involuntarily. Damon was sure Elias would have no qualms about ripping Stefan's eyelids off if he tried to close them, and it looked like Stefan knew that.
"You heartless bastard!" Caroline hissed from her chair, fighting against them while tears brewed in her eyes. It was clear to Damon that she was trying to be brave for Elena, while Elena got to sob her heart out, but from what he'd seen, Caroline was a better friend to Bonnie than Elena had ever been. "Bonnie..." her voice trailed off in shock.
"Don't worry, you'll join her soon enough," Elias said, walking over to her. He reached out and pushed some hair away from her neck, making her recoil away from him. "I've always wondered what a blonde vampire tastes like," he mused, his face changing and his fangs extending. "I've only ever had Damon," he smiled at her before tearing into her neck. Klaus eyed him and Damon was nearly laughing. He and Elias certainly weren't helping his jealousy problems.
A few moments later, Elias pulled away from Caroline's neck, her heart in his hand and soon discarded. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and sighed in satisfaction. Damon grinned at the sight of Caroline's lifeless body, the world had more cheerleaders, and her Sheriff of a mother didn't care enough to avenge her.
"Damon please stop this..." Stefan said from his corner, rasping in a breath. Three heads looked at him, and Elias' hand was twitching. It was so tempting to tell him he could take a shot at Stefan, but his goal wasn't to physically hurt Stefan, it was to cause him so much emotional pain, he could feel at least a fraction of what Damon had felt. "Kill me, leave Elena and Jeremy," he pleaded.
"But leaving you alive is my punishment," Damon smirked. "If I kill you, it'll lose it's meaning," he pouted, chuckling evilly at the growl Stefan made, trying to rip his way out of the stakes, but all he was doing was driving them further into him. Maybe Damon would let him go when this was over, just to see how he coped without having a ring, like he had to.
"Leave him alone!" Elena yelled over at Klaus and Elias, who were circled around Jeremy. Damon grinned; this would break Elena into pieces that psychical torture could not. She would finally know what it's like to lose a brother, especially because of someone you loved. Her love for both of them drove them apart, just like Katherine had done, and now he had no choice but to accept that Elena loved him, he was going to rip her brother away from him.
"You don't get to make the orders here, Elena," Klaus told her harshly while she shook her head in desperation, her eyes widening. Damon could smell her fear from where he was stood, and he revelled in it whilst he walked closer to where Jeremy was tied up, shying away from Klaus and Elias.
"Get away from me you freak!" Jeremy yelled. Elias chuckled in amusement, and Damon took hold of Jeremy's hand, ripping it from his joint hard and fast, his ring coming with it. Jeremy went white and screamed, writhing and twisting in his bounds. Damon eyed the Gilbert ring resting on the limb's middle finger, and pulled it off.
"Do you think he's gonna miss this, Klaus?" he asked him nonchalantly, holding the ring up. Jeremy was still trying to contain his screams, his pain now evident in short gasps of air.
"I can't think of any use he may have for it," Klaus smiled. Damon tossed it, and Jeremy's hand, into the fireplace. He turned back to the teenager, grabbing his face and pulling it upwards, stretching his spinal cord.
"Damon stop!" Elena cried, her face smeared and stained with tears. "Don't hurt him, he's all I have left," she pleaded with him while his grip got tighter and he refused to look at her. "Please..." her voice trailed off with such pleading that he turned around.
"You took my brother away from me, turned him against me just like Katherine did," he spat at her, boring his eyes into hers. He didn't lessen his grip on Jeremy, instead it tightened. "A brother for a brother, Elena,"
"But I haven't killed him!" she defended herself pathetically.
"No," Damon said. "You killed the bond we had," he spat at her. "We could have patched things up after Katherine, but then you sauntered in and ruined everything," he hissed. While watching her face contort into a look of horror, he sneered and snapped Jeremy's neck.
"No!" she screamed hoarsely, breaking into a mantra of "no, no, no, no, no" while Elias and Klaus chuckled at her. Damon smirked, he knew they were all going to enjoy killing Elena. Originally, he had wanted to do it himself, but why waste Elias' talent for torture and the clear hatred Klaus had for her?
"Just leave..." Stefan murmured weakly. "You've done enough," he wheezed, trying to get air into his lungs. Damon was loving watching him suffer for what he had done to him yesterday.
"But I still wanna play," he pouted evilly, grinning as he shook his head. "And I know Elias and Klaus are just warming up," he chuckled. Klaus nodded and Elias smirked deviously. Damon nodded to them, and they both pounced on Elena, growling and snarling while her screams filled the house.
Spitefully, Damon strode over to his brother and knelt down next to him, tearing his eyelids off. "Keep you're eyes open for this one Stef," he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. He tried to turn his head away at the sight of Elena being mauled by Klaus and Elias, but Damon shoved the stake into his neck further.
"Stop! Stop!" Elena screamed wildly over the sound of tearing clothes. "Please!" she cried, sobbing like a pathetic and needy baby. Damon motioned for Klaus and Elias to stop. They did, but each grabbed hold of her in a different way. Elias ripped through Elena's ropes, holding and twisting her arms painfully behind the chair, while Klaus grabbed her head tightly, yanking it upwards.
"Damon..." she gasped weakly. He ignored her and punched his hand into her chest. She screamed as Elias and Klaus tightened their grip slightly. Damon was going to enjoy this, he was going to enjoy watching Stefan's heart break as the girl he loved died in front of him while he was powerless to help, but most of all, he was going to enjoy him being alone.
"Goodbye, Elena."
He ripped her heart from her chest while Klaus twisted her head off and Elias tore her arms off. Her armless and headless torso slipped through the ropes, thumping to the floor. Damon had never felt so satisfied after a kill in his entire life. The three of them threw her body parts into the fireplace, the smell - delicious smell - of burning flesh flooded the boarding house.
"What have you done?!" Stefan yelled in despair, groaning as Damon began pulling the stakes from his body. He fell on the ground and Damon kicked him over, forcing Stefan to look up at him.
"I promised you an eternity of misery, Stefan," he smiled sympathetically. "Here's me honouring that promise," he said in a hard voice. Then, grinning viciously, he pulled Stefan's daylight ring out of his pocket and tossed it into the fireplace.
"Come on," Klaus smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I think this is our ticket out of here, don't you?" he asked. They started to walk through the parlour, but Damon turned back.
"Elias?" he called, the older man looked up at him. "You coming?" he asked him.
"You know what they say, 'the more the merrier', mate," Klaus grinned at him. Damon was more surprised at the fact Klaus was willingly inviting along someone he thought was a obstacle, but then Damon knew he needed an excuse to tie Damon down to something every once in a while.
"Sure, why not?" Elias smiled, kicking Stefan once more as he tried to crawl over to the fireplace to, stupidly, get his ring back.
The three of them left the Salvatore boarding house without a spare glance and headed off into the unknown. Damon felt more than relieved to be finally leaving the town that he once called 'home' and he was also relieved to know Stefan wouldn't dare try and track him down for the killings of innocents and his loved ones since Elias and Klaus were with him. Damon smirked as Elena's screams replayed in his ears. He felt absolutely no remorse, for her or anyone.
They were only people; they all were. They were just fodder for Death's eventual scythe.
Well was that a good enough 'happy ever after' for Klaus and Damon? And Elias is with them so... ;-)
Also, I'm sorry I didn't make Damon and Stefan brothers again, but I felt like it would be too OOC for Damon, considering the changes of heart and development he's had through the story, especially after Stefan tortured him. It's kinda like Klaus and Caroline *ughh!* he stabbed her and bit her, then a few episodes later she's asking him for a prom dress. It was pointless, stupid, and OOC.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry about the splices in smut, but if I wrote smut every time I wanted to for these two, I'd have to rename the story Fifty Shades of Klamon. xD
I gotta tell ya, I was a little unsure about bringing Elias in properly, I was just gonna have him mentioned here and there. So let me know what you thought of him, and if anyone's wondering about his age, he was one of the first people Kol turned (interpret that how you will, I know I did.) so he's about 900+. He's basically a guy version of Sage because he taught Damon about violence, aggression and being sadistic.
I hope you all liked this chapter and the ending did the story justice. I'll see you around with more Klamon. :-) Thanks to everyone who has reviewed/favourited and alerted this story and supported me through it. This has probably been one of the best stories I have written, and definitely one of the funnest. So, for one last time, review and tell me what you thought of this chapter.
Latin Translations:
O spiritus defuncti vocavi te rogare, infregerit aliquam formam protegente Salvatore boarding habet domus, ita tres potest impius vindicta sanguinem eorum profanum = Oh spirits of the deceased, I call on thee to ask a favour; break any form of protection the Salvatore Boarding house has, so the unholy three can wreak their unholy vengeance.
O spiritus defunctorum, tibi dico ut roget pro secundo, tertio immunize tueri impios ex annulis, quod mala amet, utrum lux tenebris medios dictum = Oh spirits of the deceased, I call on thee to ask for a second favour; immunise the rings of the unholy three to protect them from any magic that can harm them, whether it be light, dark, neutral and Expression.