Tell me how it is. This story is rated 'M' and angsty. Bonnie doesn't show up for a few chapters.
Drinking human blood is an art. One just cannot handle any sort of way. But thought of himself as a vampire who had perfected the act in a way no other could.
Damon Salvatore wasn't born a vampire, he was one of the created ones. The ones described as barbaric, less-than, and abominations. The type of vampires that were rounded up, killed, and imprisoned because they were not natural. Once human and now monster, they didn't fit in anywhere. No one wanted them besides each other and the Natural vampires who created them. Damon didn't view himself in such away. He was created, so he was chosen to live this life. He was more vampire than any Natural-Born vampire in his opinion.
Damon was Eighteen years old when he was changed. He once lived in an extremely abusive household with a drunk for a father and a mouse for a mother. He was an older brother to his younger brother Stefan Salvatore. They were dirt poor and the scum of human society. When the beautiful Katherine appeared in his tiny dirt encrusted town and took over with her coven and chose him to become a part of it, he wasn't afraid.
The day he became a vampire was the day his father no longer dared to touch him. The day he became a vampire he moved out of his family's beaten down house and was given a lavish room inside of Katherine's mansion. The day he became a vampire he finally became worthy of Katherine's love, though he still had to prove it.
Damon licked his lips as his stomach pinched with hunger. It had been a week since he had been sent out on his own to search for his own humans to feast on instead of the supply offered by his coven in way of the town they owned. It was Katherine's idea, to prove himself. He wanted her and she said he could only have her if he proved himself to be a true vampire. That meant finding his own meals and not sending for one of the town's humans.
It was harder than it sounded. Humans were protected by vampire covens and didn't venture outside of their vampire territories often. It was also illegal of a vampire to feed on another covens humans. This proved a problem for Damon. The humans that weren't protected by vampires were either witches or were very good at hiding themselves underneath the protection of witches. There weren't just unprotected humans roaming about.
His town before Katherine had been under the protection of a witch but she had abandoned them for a richer town. That was how they came to be ruled by vampires.
But Damon could smell a human now, hear the rush of their blood coursing through their veins. He could even faintly make out the quick thud of their heart.
Veins appeared around his eyes like dark spider webs and his gums throbbed. His nostrils spread as he took in a deep breath. A smirk worked its way across his handsome face.
He speed off to the source pulling up short behind a row of bushes next to a river. His eyes found his prey, it was a child, which gave him pause. He may be a vampire now, but a part of him still didn't enjoy considering feeding off a child.
His gums throbbed again and the hunger inside of him roared. He watched the child continue to search along the bank of the river for something, unaware of the danger lurking behind her. She was about eleven years old with light brown skin and springy black curls.
Katherine's face popped into his mind again. He had to impress her. He had to show her that even though he wasn't born a vampire that he was worthy of being called one and of her. This child was out here alone and unprotected, it was the adults fault in her life that this was about to happen to her.
His mind made up, Damon pushed any guilt or anything similar to it out of his mind. He speed to the child and as he grabbed her he decided that he would make it quick.
The child's scream filled the forest before quieting into whimpering sobs once he sank his fangs into her and began to drink. Damon didn't think he just fed.
It had only been a few seconds but the child had gone completely limp in his arms and a ping of regret hit him when he realized how light she was, but before he could pull away or even consider it, pain exploded inside of his head.
With a gurgled cry his fangs disengaged from the child's neck as he was thrown back and into a tree. The pain in his head didn't minimize but he did notice that it was no longer just him and the child standing along the riverbank.
He could hear their footsteps and the rush of their hearts.
"Abbie," he heard a woman's voice call out, voice clouded with tears, "Abbie, baby, wake up. It's mommy, you're going to be okay." Some of the footsteps were approaching him which made him stiffen even more. He couldn't do much more with the amount of pain he was in. "Stop. Don't kill him." The woman's voice was suddenly hard and cold. "Take Abbie back home and keep doing the blood transfer spell on her every fifteen minutes, Joy. I'll handle the vampire."
"Yes, Lady Shelia."
"Protect my child with your lives, my brothers and sisters. Leave us."
The footsteps around him begin to move away, but his pain was still as intense as when it first began. He realized with trepidation that he was in the presence of witches.
"Otis, did you not hear me, I said to leave us."
"What are you planning to do, Lady Shelia?" A male voice on his right asked. "Why not just kill him now? I believe I deserve to see this after seeing what he did to my niece."
"The image of my child fighting for her life, covered in blood with a hole in her neck is an image we will have to keep with us forever. The fact that Abbie was touched by such vile hands as those belonging to a vampire is also something we will have to live with forever. My child so innocent and sweet, who went out to search for tadpoles will never be that sweet child again. This vampire ruined her. Do you think he is only deserving of death after that?"
"You are going to add him to the collection?" The male voice stated. "Interesting."
"I have my reasons beyond revenge." The woman spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"Leave us, Otis."
Damon heard the man sigh. "Very well, sister."
Soon it was just him and the woman alone next to the rushing river. He stopped biting into the inside of his lip when the pain inside him began to lessen. His hands balled into fists and his fingers sunk into the loose mud underneath him, as he waited. The only creature stronger than a vampire was a witch. They were tricky bastards, Katherine had warned him.
He pushed down any fear he had and slowly began to open his eyes, once the pain had diminished enough to make that possible. The woman was standing closer to him then he had thought. She had narrowed light brown eyes and light brown skin like the girl he attacked.
She folded her arms over herself as her eyes studied him emotionless. "You are not a natural-born." She said with disdain. Then she smiled a mocking smile. "Of course not, a natural-born would have been smarter than to attack a human in these woods. A natural-born wouldn't have been so easily beaten by a simple headache spell."
Damon growled but he couldn't move. "You don't know anything."
"Wrong," the woman said quickly, "it is you who doesn't know anything." She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes as if she was considering something.
When the silence stretched on for a couple of minutes, Damon spoke, "What ever you're going to do, just do it already." She gave him a look that made him want to tare her face off.
"You hurt my daughter, so you will suffer for that."
Damon laughed though he didn't really feel like laughing. "You better kill me then because my coven will come for me." He hoped they would. Katherine had claimed they were a family who looked out for one another.
It was Sheila's turn to laugh. "We'll see." Then she began to chant, her eyes locked with his.
Damon cried out in alarm and pain when his chest began to burn as if something was being seared into his skin. When the pain finally stopped he was panting and half-conscious.
"Vampire, you are now the property of the Bennett Clan."
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Damon wasn't sure how he had gotten to where he found himself awaking in or how long he has been here. It was dark inside, even too dark for his vampire sight. It was a bare room he could make out that, with stone walls and a stone floor. There was a door someplace made of iron and metal. He had managed to make a dent in the door but was unable to escape.
He felt drained and the meal he had that had gotten him into all of this mess had long since faded. He was starving again.
All he could do was wait, he knew he was at the mercy of witches. He spent his time imagining how he would get his revenge and how he would win Katherine over. He fantasied about taking out a whole clan of witches, that would surely impress her.
Light filled his prison blinding him. He hissed in pain and covered his throbbing eyeballs.
Ice cold water hit him before he could adjust to the sudden change, seeping down into his bones. His eyes popped open. The witch named Otis stood in the doorway, an empty wooden bucket in his hands and a grin on his face.
"Good morning, vampire." The large brown man greeted. "I hope you had a good rest."
Damon made an attempt to attack the man but found himself pinned against the wall behind him by an unseen force. "Fuck you."
"That's not my style." The man said dismissively, walking towards the pinned Damon. "Maybe if you would have gotten one of the women as your trainer. I heard of couple of them like to make the vampires their fuck toys."
"That is a shame. I'm stuck with your big, ugly ass instead." Damon smirked. "But training, what am I a dog now?"
"Something like that," Otis shrugged, "you're just underneath the dogs."
Damon glared. "Be careful, I bite."
"Don't I know it?" The man laughed, stopping right in front of Damon. "We have this new thing we're doing now ever since the vampire population grew to annoying levels."
"And what is that?"
"We make them our slaves."
Damon sneered. "Slavery, isn't that a little uncivilized for the likes of you witches?"
Otis shrugged. "Vampires doing it all of the time, although they suggest its actually protection. Though if you don't prefer the word slave we could always refer to you as one of our pet vampires."
Damon snorted. "Screw you."
"I already denied you one time, vampire. Anyway, did you know my poor niece wakes up every night covered in sweat because of nightmares because of you?" The man suddenly had a fist full of Damon's shirt as he pulled him closer and glared at him angrily. "She's afraid of everything now when she use to not be afraid of anything. You messed up vampire, you messed up real bad."