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Chapter 1 forced.

Just as I sat there in the darkness going through a few files, I thought about my perfect life.

Perfect house.

Perfect family. I scoffed.

Just how perfect life was- pathetic was the right word actually.

Perfect-

A knock interrupted my peaceful moment.

Annoyed, I opened the door and said harshly "What?"

No one and I repeat NO ONE interrupts me when I'm here alone in my office.

The maid- Samantha was her name, trembled in her white and black uniform and I couldn't care less.

Everyone was scared of me as I was a bit short tempered.

"S-Sir Damon I-I wouldn't h-have c-come i-if it w-wasn't i-important. Y-Your f-father wants to s-see you right away"

Clever him.

He sent Sam, otherwise if it would've been someone else, they'd be dead right now.

"Alright."

I ran with inhuman speed downstairs.

Just before entering the huge dining room for breakfast I stopped and straightened out my suit.

Then I walked in with a load full of pride as always.

"Father, you called?"

He sat at the breakfast table on –the head of the family- seat.

"Oh yes Damon. I have some urgent business to discuss but that can wait. Why haven't you fed? Look at your eyes!"

Then my mother walked in and said "Damon Stefan Salvatore do not expect me to let you go anywhere till you feed properly today" laced in her British accent.

I rolled my eyes as her lecture began. She only used my full name when she was angry.

"Don't say that you haven't fed because it'll be one full year day after tomorrow since-"

"I don't want to talk about it" I cut her harshly.

I could feel myself getting angry.

My hands clenched into fists as I tried to calm down.

I sat on the chair behind the table on my father's right as another servant came with a gold goblet of my favorite O positive blood.

I took it and drank hungrily.

After that I turned to my father who usually annoyed the crap out of me.

"So father" I said through clenched teeth- although I wanted to be venomous to him but I couldn't as far as he's on the thrown. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh yes. I had to discuss Rose Xavier."

"Who's she?" I asked sounding as if it was the most boring topic ever. I hope he's not back to his match making again! Because no way in hell am I even going to consider marrying that filthy low life whose grandfather- even though he was an old friend of my grandfather- was dumb enough to throw everything away over a stupid in superior human and later on diminish his clan by giving birth to a half breed and who was even dumber to have human children!

Good thing I was a Vampire who didn't need to breath. This took not even one second to be processed through my genius brain.

"You God damn know her. Do you expect me to refresh your memory?" he yelled at me.

I held onto my clasped fist, putting all my will into not breaking his pretty little face right now.

Out of habit I didn't reply.

He slammed his fist onto the table, which trembled underneath the pressure.

"No father." I said through clenched teeth.

"Good" he said calmly. "Well we know they still possess the stone and it's about time we should take what rightfully belongs to us."

I nodded.

"So what should we do?"

God!

Can't they just come up with a plan already? If I'd be in his place I would've had that stone in my hand right this moment by simple force I have.

I sighed.

I'll have to talk and explain.

I don't like talking.

"So what's the plan?"

"Why so impatient dad?"

He, in simple words, is an ass.

Not wanting to make him wait any longer and get a lecture I continued "The plan is simple. We kidnap Rose." That's more like it. About time we did something like this! "We could've gotten that landlord's son, preferably, but he's a half breed" I crinkled my nose in disgust.

Before I knew it, another hand collided with the table which shook tremendously. It's about to break soon if father kept this up.

"If you want to be king you better leave your aversions to humans and half breeds and learn to make unbiased decisions!" he yelled again.

If I give him a plan- he's angry.

If I don't give him a plan- he's angry.

When the fuck is this guy ever happy?

Then he said something I couldn't believe.

"That's a perfect plan." I smirked at what my father said "And you'll go get her" as soon as the smirk came it disappeared.

"You've got to be shitting me!"

"Language son. We don't want anyone to hear the prince use this kind of language. Sometimes even the walls have ears. Right Ryan?"

"Sorry. Couldn't help but listen. I didn't want to interrupt your beautiful-"

I cut him off "Save the crap Ryan, we know u work for David." One minute I was seated at my father's right side next minute I had held him by the throat knocking the chair over.

Yes, I was fast. Faster and stronger than most vampire. Till now I have never faced a vampire who could defeat me or even pose as a threat to me.

Got him.

He was panicking.

I knew it. I knew it from the minute he thought about them in our company 'I have got to inform Sir David about this!' poor sucker. He didn't even know I could read minds. Most people didn't know but oh well. Its one of our weapons we don't want everyone to know about. He hadn't done his homework well. Hasn't he ever heard about the phrase keep your friends close and your enemies closer?

My fangs came out as I stood behind him and said "What's happening at his end? Tell me or die" I said in the most boring manner.

"H-He h-has h-his grandsons b-b-irt-hday to-today! Black and reds the theme! P-p-please! Don't kill me"

Pathetic human.

"Father" I said harshly as customary.

And I snapped his neck.

I walked pass his dead body as servants rushed to get the place cleaned up.

"Why didn't you just drink from him? Would've saved the servants a whole load"

"Blood of a traitor" I said simply.

Father rolled his eyes.

"What am I going to do of a spoiled brat like you?"

Silence is what he gets from me as always.

I don't know why he even bothers asking me silly questions.

I headed to my room.

And five words stop me dead in the track.

"So you kidnap her tonight?"

"Why me?" I yelled "You have a million servants do go do it! I am not going to do it!"

"Yes you are" he said calmly.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes! You are!"

Cut the crap already. But obviously I couldn't say it.

So instead, I narrowed my eyes. "Make me"

"Okay, that's easy. You're going to be the king. You need the stone. Without it, I won't declare you king"

"You wouldn't!" I narrowed my eye. I knew he would use the thrown card as always.

I would do anything for it.

It was my aim since I was 3.

It was a passion without reason.

I would kill for it.

A few minutes of deliberation and I gave in.

"Have it your way Father" I said venomously.

"That's my boy" he smiled victoriously as I stormed out of the room.

When I entered the room I grabbed the lamp and smashed it into the wall.

The violent side was taking over again.

I was angry and as always I was trashing my room.

After 10 minutes it was unrecognizable and as always, I left a trademark temperamentally.

A dent in the wall.

I always did. I probably would've had a zillion dents now if my father wouldn't get them filled up every time saying 'it's intimidating for others.'

I sighed.

I went to the shower trying to calm myself.

After 10 more minutes to no avail I stayed there.

It never worked. As I could neither feel the cold water or the hot water.

I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist.

I walked towards the mirror on top of the sink.

I saw a pale faced handsome guy with black hair falling in his eyes complementing his complexion even more. Sharp, angular and perfect features. His taunted jaw. Girls drooled on his pretty little face. Then I saw his eyes. Greenish hazel. Standing out. The only color on his face. His eyes, they were mysterious and hard. As if keeping secret everyone wanted to know about.

Eyes of a killer.

I smashed the mirror with my reflection on it.

I walked out and got dresses.

I wore an Armani black tuxedo on top of a white shirt neatly pressed and a white handkerchief in the breast pocket.

Black.

My one and only favorite color.

I sighed.

How could I waver away all the anger locked up inside of me?

As always.. I would have to kill once again.

I went downstairs.

I slammed the door on my way out.

I went to the garden.

Rose Xavier. I though. A filthy human. She shouldn't even cross my mind. But due to my plan I have to think.

Rose.

I walked towards a black rose bush- very rare- and broke one with a long stem.

I ran with inhuman speed to fetch a pen and a paper.

I elegantly wrote:

'meet me outside at 12 in the garden'

I got inside a chauffeur driven limousine.

No one will stop this car so it'll be easy to get in.

I reached my destination soon.

I could hear the party was already in action.

I gave the rose and paper to one of the servant with a hundred dollar bill. "Give this to Rose Xavier" and ofcourse I used my hypnosis technique.

Now all I had to do was wait.

I could hear the servant inside murmur to- who I suppose is Rose.

She took it after a bit of questioning regarding who it was from.

I walked on a path outside leading to the garden.

I found the perfect place.

It was a round patio type small area with pillars around it and a roman roof to it. A place to stand in the shade.

I turned facing towards the garden and leaned against one of the pillars.

I heard my surrounding.

Nothing but rustling of leaves, chirping of crickets and owls, flapping wings of bats.

It wasn't as lively as my home.

Why am I even comparing this house full of lowlife dumb asses with my lavish home full of cunningly breathtaking, beautiful pure blood vampires?

Anyways, bored out of my wits I looked up to the sky.

I could see the full moon.

I sighed.

Beautiful.

Life's so.. I don't know.

Complicated. Yeah that's the word.

PUT IT TOGETHER DAMON STEFAN SALVATORE! THIS IS NEITHER THE TIME NOR THE PLACE TO FEEL SELF PITY!

The wind blew and my already messy hair turned messier.

I felt an unfamiliar presence.

Curiosity killed the cat.

I knew she'd come.

How could someone resist me? Especially a human.

I scoffed too low for anyone to hear.

I turned flashing one of the brilliant smiles that never reached my eyes.…

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