A/N: Ok so this is the first time I'm writing this pairing and want to see what people think before I continue. I'll be updating my other stories this week but this was just something I had started and wanted to post. No beta so I'm sorry for any and all spelling and grammar mistakes!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
Klaus had no idea what he was still doing in Mystic Falls. One of the many perks about being a vampire was being able to move on, skip town whenever it got too much.
At times like this when it got too heavy, too suffocating and just so broken that it could make a person feel exhausted from just living there on a daily basis.
Sure most of the chaos and commotion were done on his behalf and at times caused by him.
But normally that wouldn't matter when the ends justified the means as they say. When he could enjoy what he gained from all the manipulation and blood play and the hard work that that took.
After being around for more than a thousand years he had attained the ability to assess when a plan was coming undone and when it was time to call it quits.
True he didn't like doing it but he had learned that it was sometimes better in the long run.
Elena Gilbert was proving to be one of those plans. It seemed that creating other hybrids was not only becoming tiring but was also opening up emotions in him that had been shut off for most of his turned life.
Things had calmed down recently. It was the quiet during any war where both sides would come to an unspoken agreement to go back to their corners and regroup and reconfigure their strategies.
Rebecca had even stopped giving Elena a hard time about her turning into a vampire in favour of taking a break from the town.
Klaus was starting to wish he could do that but there was still something keeping him here. It was something that a few months ago would have never seemed likely let alone possible.
It had all started a few nights ago.
He had been as jaded and uninterested in life as he ever had been. The prospected of having more hybrids had become such a huge goal and part of his life and it was all going incredibly wrong.
He had walked into the bar to take a booth at the back while compelling the waitress to bring him a constant stream of scotch.
Suddenly the air had shifted ever so slightly alerting him to the fact that another vampire had entered.
The restaurant was not particularly full what with it being a weekday.
So it was pretty simple to play spot the difference and pin point the new patron now pulling a bar stool towards him to take a seat while ordering a drink.
It was the oldest Salvatore brother, Damon. He wore his usual leather jacket and was instantly recognizable with his dark black hair and deep blue eyes.
No matter the upheaval surrounding their first meeting Klaus could still remember the instant interest he felt for the man.
It had been so different from how he had felt when he had first become acquainted with Stefan.
Of course the boy was beautiful but Damon intrigued him in a way no one ever had. He couldn't pin point exactly what it was though.
In retrospect that's probably what made him walk over to the bar and seat himself down next to the Salvator brother.
Damon had greeted him with a sarcastic grin and a tilt of his glass. He was good but even slightly inebriated Klaus had caught the momentary surprise in the other vampire's eyes at his presence.
Klaus had then thought about launching into a threatening speech about how the younger man should think twice about crossing him etc but he just didn't feel like it.
Instead he had sat there and drank with him. That first night they hadn't talked about much except one or two sarcastic remarks that Klaus had enjoyed immensely.
The last two times had been exactly the same.
So why was he going back there tonight with the hopes of seeing him there?
He didn't know why and he was not given to analyzing his emotions to great depths. It never ended well.
So instead he got into his car and drove to the Grill with his only intention being getting blind blackout drunk.
It had been a week since he had last been to the bar. The minute he walked in he found himself scanning the room. Not for anyone in particular just to make sure there was no threat or anything strange worth taking note of happening.
Like every other night the place was full with locals from the town drinking, eating or playing pool.
He caught sight of the recognizable black raven hair at the bar already.
Smiling to himself he sauntered over.
"Oh god what are you doing here?" asked Damon pouring the bottle of whiskey he had ordered into a shot glass.
"A little melodramatic don't you think?" replied Klaus smirking as he grabbed the bottle to pour himself a drink making Damon raise his eyebrow pointedly. He didn't complain though like normal.
Klaus couldn't help but rake his eyes over the younger vampire.
To anyone else Damon would have looked like his usual care free, laughing at the world and everyone in it, self but Klaus could see there was something different, something off.
It was his eyes. They really gave him away even after his hundred or so years on this earth.
"Why so glum chum?" he asked. He said it mockingly but there was a part of him that really wanted to know.
"I'm not your chum" answered Damon smiling at Klaus in a way that if anyone else had done they would be dead by now.
"Ah let's not be like that mate. Come on is it that little pint your all so obsessed with? Or how about gloomy Stefan?" questioned Klaus.
He could tell he was hitting the mark by the way Damon's hand clenched on the bottle's neck.
"What do you care mate?" sighed Damon swiftly swallowing his shot in a blink of the eye.
Klaus was thrown off for a second. He didn't care right?
"I'm bored you seem like a fun distraction" said Klaus indifferently.
"Figures, well sorry but the big bad werevamp is going to have to find entertainment elsewhere" said Damon standing as if to leave.
Klaus pulled him pack down making sure to keep a light smile on his face.
"Don't pout, join me for a drink. No talking required" he said making sure not to use compulsion.
It came so easily to him but for some reason he didn't want to force him yet. It would make the game to easy he reasoned.
"What's your motive?" asked Damon suspiciously but he did sit back down.
"I guess you'll have to find out" winked Klaus before calling for another bottle to be brought to them.
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