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'Stefan, I can't believe we got this lucky,' Damon said.

'We didn't got lucky, Damon,' Stefan said, rolling his eyes. 'You compelled that man to give you his tickets.'

'And now we're walking on the most beautiful ship on the world,' Damon said. 'I think that's the definition of luck.'

'No, we would've been lucky if we had first class tickets.'

'Nonsense, third class rooms are more charming.'

'But the first class rooms of the Titanic are the most luxurious in the world.'

'Well, I plan on sleeping in a first-class-lady's bed every night,' Damon said. 'So… I don't care. If you want a first class room, you should get one.'

He patted his brothers back before walking away. He heard his brother cursed and smiled before walking upstairs. A few seconds later, Stefan joined him. 'What are you going to do?' he asked, sounding a little bit worried.

'We're going to say goodbye,' Damon said. 'Hurry brother, you don't want to miss this.'

He started to run on human speed, his brother following him. The ran across the deck, towards the railing. Damon climbed on the first step, between all the other humans who were waving their loved ones goodbye.

'Goodbye!' Damon yelled. He turned his head and winked at Stefan. 'I'll never forget you! Goodbye!'

A few seconds Stefan stared at his brothers back. Then he started waving to the crowd. 'Is there anyone you actually know?' Stefan yelled at Damon.

'The nice blonde one,' Damon screamed. 'With the purple dress. I ate her last night! And she', he pointed towards a pretty girl with short, brown hair, 'was the best girl I had in years.'

Stefan had to laugh. 'O yeah, the other brunette, tasted delicious,' Damon yelled. 'And she was very sweet.'

'We've only been her for less than a day,' Stefan yelled.

'I know,' Damon said. 'But I promised them I'll never forget them.'

Stefan had to smile. He watched Damon wave and yell and he closed his eyes. He breathed the fresh air and felt free. He had never been in America before. Never.

'Let's go to our room,' Damon said. 'We do have some luggage to drop.'

'Yeah, sure,' Stefan said. 'I'd love to explore the ship.'

'You'll explore the ship, I'll explore the first class beds,' Damon said. 'Have fun, brother. See you at dinner.'

Damon walked away. The ship was beautiful. He could still smell the fresh paint. He walked downstairs, through small corridors. He watched the other humans in here. They were all hopeful. They had this opportunity, to explore the world, to start a new life. Damon smiled when he opened the door of his room. It was small, he guessed less than 15 square feet. There were two bunk beds, and in between a small toilet. Damon shrugged. He wasn't going to use that, for sure. He turned around and threw his stuff on one of the beds, before leaving the room. He wanted to go the first class deck, where he wasn't allowed to be. But if anyone tried to send him away, he could compel that person. So, he was about to have some fun.

He walked upstairs. He saw the beauty of the ship; the golden frame worked doors, the shining china, the long dresses the women wore. He wanted to blend in, but then saw his brother on the third-class-deck. He sighed.

'Brother,' he hissed when he finally stood behind him. 'What are you doing.'

Damon did like this place. The people were more happy her, less polite. 'Damon, I want you to meet Matt and Tyler,' Stefan said.

'Nice to meet you,' Damon said.

'Matt and Tyler, this is my brother Damon,' Stefan said. 'He's a very talented piano player.'

'So, he's exactly what we need?' Matt asked.

Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise.

'For the party of tomorrow night,' Tyler explained. 'We need some music and if you can play the piano, that would be nice.'

'I only play boring songs,' Damon said. 'And I'm not that good; my brother just likes to brag.'

'I saw you walking between the first class,' Tyler said.

'Yeah,' Damon said. 'The women are more beautiful there.' Matt laughed.

'Tell me about it,' he said. 'I wished I could blend in there, but…' He gestured at his clothes. Damon smiled and turned around to look up at the first-class-deck. When he was staring, someone walked towards the railing. It was a beautiful woman, a girl actually. Seventeen years or so. She wore a long dress, the colour of the sky with black lace at. Long, black gloves covered the skin of her underarms. Her hair was long and dark brown; it was tied up, but a few tresses had escaped and covered her face.

She wasn't the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, Damon thought. But she had something. The way she let her hands bungle over the railing, the way she closed her eyes and let the wind play with her dress… He looked at her in amazement.

'Brother, I know what you're thinking,' Stefan laughed.

'You do?' Damon mumbled.

'I do, but you don't make a change.'

'He's right, mate,' Matt said. 'That's Elena Gilbert. She's going to marry Elijah Mikealson. She's taken, man.'

Elena, what a beautiful name, Damon thought. He watched her as she stood there. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the see as if she had never seen it before. Damon followed her gaze. The way the seas glittered in the sunlight – it was beautiful, he had to admit that. His gaze wandered back towards Elena. He found out she was already staring at him – their eyes met and the only thing he saw was her eyes. They were daring and beautiful. He saw her blush and smiled at her.

'What were you saying?' Tyler said. 'I think she likes him.'

Damon didn't respond. They still looked at each other. Elena just looked at him, for a few seconds. Then a tall man walked towards her and grabbed her elbow. Damon stiffened. If he hurt her…

With his vampire hearing he heard their conversation.

'Darling, we have to get ready for dinner. Your mother is waiting for you,' he said.

'I want to stay here,' Elena said, sounding grumpy.

'Well, you can't. After dinner you can go outside. The see is even more beautiful at night.'

Elena sighed and followed. Damon's eyes followed her.

'Sorry, guys, I'm busy,' he said. 'I'll see you,' he said at his brother.

'Damon, please don't do anything stupid,' Stefan warned.

'Brother, you know me. You don't have to worry,' Damon winked. Stefan sighed when he watched his brother walk away. Damon walked upstairs.. He walked very slowly, because he knew it would take Elena a while to get ready. Besides, he enjoyed the comments women made about him. Of course they didn't know he could hear them.

He was wondering if he would go to dinner. No, he thought. He would surprise Elena when she came outside after dinner. He smiled at himself. But, he still had to eat. He leaned against the railing and watched the women watch him. His eyes searched for the perfect victim and he found her; a small woman, a redhead with brown eyes. He walked towards her.

'Hello,' he said.

'Hello,' she answered.

'You'll come with me. Take me arm,' he compelled her.

'Okay,' she said.

He offered her his arm and she smiled when she laid her hand on his arm. When the walked away, everyone was staring. The walked until the found a place quiet. Damon pushed her against the wall.

'Don't scream,' he said before he let his fangs sank into her neck.

Damon was satisfied. He walked –alone – at the third-class-deck, with a bottle of whiskey he had stolen. He wasn't really the patient type of guy. And he was waiting way to long.
And when he saw a group of ladies talking at the first-class-deck, he decided he could talk with them. Just talk.

Stefan walked across the third-class-deck. He was worried about his brother, but he tried to ignore that feeling. His brother was a grown up man, more than grown up actually, so there was no need to be worried. His brother had promised he wouldn't kill anyone and his brother kept his promises.

Most of the time.

He sighed and sat down on a wooden couch. He entangled his hands as if he were praying and stared at the sky. It was a full moon. Where was Damon, Stefan asked himself. Probably with Elena. His brother always got everything he wanted. Stefan sighed again. His brother always got everything what he wanted.

Except Katherine.

No. Stefan shook his head. Don't think about her. He let his head rest against his entangled hands and stared at the sky. A few minutes he sat like this. Until he heard footsteps coming towards him.

He sat straight and saw a Elena walking. Why on earth was she on the third-class-floor?

She hadn't seen him. Stefan watched how she walked towards the railing. She started to walk a little faster and Stefan saw it happen; the point of her shoe remained hooked in her dress. She fell and smacked against the ground. Stefan sprang up to walk towards her, but then he smelled it. Blood.

The smell filled his nose, seem to crinkle around in his head. The only thing he could think about was that smell. He walked towards her without even noticing it. With he came closer, he saw the blood. Thick, red blood at her head. She touched her forehead with her hand and he saw how it turned her fingers red.

His body prepared itself to get ready. To attack. He inhaled and smelled the delicious scent of her blood. He saw how it dripped on the floor. She looked up.

'Can you please help me?' she asked. 'I need help…'

Without giving his hands permission to grab her wrists, they did. He pulled her towards him.

'You're hurting me,' Elena said. 'Stop.'

She tried to push him away, but she didn't succeed. Of course she didn't. Stefan watched her wound. He didn't want to hurt, he really didn't.

'You're scaring me,' Elena said. She fought his grip, but he was way too strong. 'Let go of me!' she yelled.

'Don't scream,' he compelled her. She still tried to fight him. 'Or move.'

She stood still and he let go of her. He was wondering if he was going to attack her. He touched the blood on her head.

He saw the fear on her face. She shivered in the cold air. Stefan watched the blood on his fingertips. Then he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close. His fangs sank into the soft skin of her neck and he drank her blood.

And he knew he wouldn't be able to stop until she was drained.