AN:
Hey Guys, this is my first fanfiction ever, so please be gentle, constructive criticism is always welcome :)
This is the opening to a larger story, this is like the beginning right before the opening theme plays!
This project is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own and I apologise in advance in case you see any minor grammatical issues :)
This story is dedicated to my BESTEST friend who is going through a hard time right now :) x
The only sound heard from the Mystic Grill that night was a solitary scream. A scream that echoed around the seemingly empty town as the vampire war raged around the walls of the city. Most humans had now fled or been killed, innocent victims that hadn't known about vampires had been compelled and forced to leave their hometown for 'bigger and better things' at least that's what they remembered.
Stefan had rounded up the last of the compelled humans and sent them to New York as Damon listened out for the next imminent attack. Though the scream hadn't been meant as a warning to the brothers, it was. The scream meant another hybrid was being punished and killed for not fulfilling his master's wishes. That scream either meant that Klaus was angry, volatile and ready to fight again or had a plan. Damon had their side at the ready after that, manning the border to 'no man's land' silently watching, waiting and characteristically calm.
After the first attack Klaus had waged on Mystic Falls with his original siblings and his hybrids many homes and families alike were destroyed and Klaus' disregard for human life became more obvious as he slaughtered children and even some secret council members just to prove his point. The point of the war was simple. Klaus needed more hybrids and the only way for that to happen was to get the doppelgangers blood, the blood currently protected by two foolish and doting vampires.
Damon went quiet and still. Thinking back to last week before Klaus had come for Elena, Klaus had known that both Stefan and Damon would seek vengeance for him taking their love, but he didn't know the force he was reckoning with. Damon smiled as he thought of the look on Klaus' face as Damon viciously attacked him, he was surprised but ready. Within seconds a hybrid dragged him off and Klaus departed with an unconscious Elena. Damon screamed he would get her back as he vampire whooshed away. No one should underestimate Damon Salvatore, why? Because he was perfect, or so he thought of himself.
Still lost in thought, Damon hadn't being paying any attention to the border. The older brother was quickly brought out of his revere as a shout of his name rang through his subconscious. All too late Damon reacted as he felt a bite pierce his neck and vervain being injected into his system. The last thing he heard was the whoosh of whoever tried to warn him of the attack run away. 'Coward' he thought as he lost his grip on conscious thought and drifted into the blackness.
AN: please RnR :)