AN: Hi! This is my new story, Something Valuable, and it is my first proper multi-chapter story. I nearly have it all finished and it will be around 15 chapters long and should be posted over the next two weeks or so depending on how much school work I have to do! I started this story about a month ago and had it all planned out but the characters had their own story to tell so I'm letting them tell it! I really hope you will enjoy the story and that the plot isn't to confusing or the characters aren't OOC! Enjoy!

Summary: John Gilbert owes money to the notorious Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson. What happens when the only thing he has that is of any value is Elena? AU/AH

Rated: M (for later chapters)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the plot is mine.

Mystic Falls was a small town but the outskirts stretched on for miles; miles of roads which, if you didn't drive slowly on, meant that you could kiss goodbye to your car. Many families lived there, including the Salvatore's with their sole survivor, Damon Salvatore. The Mikaelson's: Klaus who was the eldest and Rebekah and Elijah, who no longer lived in Mystic Falls due to their brother's misgivings. The Lockwood's were the wealthiest of all the families. The family consisted of Carol, the mother and mayor of the town, and her two son, Tyler. Then there were the solely female families; the Forbes and the Bennets. The Forbes' consisted of the Sheriff of the town, Liz, and her daughter, Caroline, the current Miss Mystic Falls. The Bennett's, who had only relocated to the small town two decades ago, consisted of Abby, the local herbologist, and her daughter, Bonnie. Finally, there were the Gilbert's. The only members being John and Elena Gilbert who lived far from any type of civilisation. They kept to themselves; the rumours surrounding the family were outrageous but not one rumour had been confirmed or denied, so the speculation continued.

John Gilbert was in trouble. Big trouble. He winced as he heard each thump on the uncharacteristically large wooden door of his small two bed-roomed house and prayed that the young woman, who was currently in her room upstairs, wouldn't be able to hear it. He let out a sigh when the knocking ceased but as he moved to leave the hallway, a loud crash sounded as two men barrelled, quite literally, through the door. The men were very different in appearance; one had dark, raven black hair and a face with a strong jaw and startlingly blue eyes whilst the other held a more childlike roundness to his face complete with dimples, green-blue eyes and a mass of slightly curly, blonde hair upon his head. Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson were the two most feared men in the small town of Mystic Falls. So many stories surrounded them; the loss of Damon's entire family and the desertion of Klaus', how some of their victims had had to pay back their debts with their lives and how one woman had changed Damon's life, and not for the better. Yes, there was a thing to be said for these two men, they were dangerous, rightly so, but you knew never to have to make them make a house call and nobody knew this like John Gilbert.

"I hope you have our money, John, you know how much we hate to leave empty handed." Klaus said in a thick British accent as he bypassed John into the living room. John hurried to follow, knowing best not to leave them unaccompanied in his house.

"Please, Klaus, I just need a little more-"

"Time?" Damon sneered, grabbing John by the collar of his shirt and practically lifting him off the ground. "That's what you said a week ago and we so very honourably allowed you that. We know how hard it is to lose a loved one, especially a brother, but guess what? Your time's up!" He yelled, his eyes wide and demonic as he slammed John into the wall.

"I-I don't have it! Y-You can take any of the valuables but please, don't hurt me!" John pleaded, grappling at Damon's hands.

"Valuables? By the looks of this place, the most valuable thing is the house itself and it's still a dump." Klaus sneered, as he strolled over to stand behind Damon. "I mean take this vase for instance," he said, picking up the crystal vase from the end table beside the couch, "this could probably fetch a few dollars but it's so very fragile." The last word punctuated with the sound of shattering glass as the vase hit the hard wood floor scattering into glistening pieces.

"Looks like things break easily around here, John, wouldn't you say? Hey, I know! Why don't we test that theory? For every item Klaus drops that breaks, I will break one of your bones." Damon laughed, amused with the inner most workings of his brain.

"No! Please, I'm begging-" John shrieked as Damon's hand firmly shut his jaw.

"Seeing as I am such a nice guy, I'll even let you choose which bone. Klaus, please proceed with the first item." Despite the situation, Damon's voice held a business like tone as if he were merely discussing what his next meeting was about.

John watched with eyes filled with terror as Klaus stalked around the room with the precision of a lion on the hunt but with the grace of a gazelle. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Klaus pick up a mug from the coffee table. He held his breath as the mug fell from Klaus' grip and hurtled to the ground where it was greeted by a loud smash as its pieces joined that of the vase. Damon's face slowly slid into a smile that could be likened to an angel's, but his eyes held his devil like inner being.

"One last time, John. My money or something that's equally as valuable." As John began to shake his head, Damon's hands moved to his arm ready to snap when-

"Daddy!" A startlingly beautiful voice sounded. Damon turned and was met with a breathtaking creature - he only thought creature because no human could possibly be in her rank. A heart shaped face with an olive, sun-kissed complexion and lips just begging to be kissed; most definitely not by the sun. Her face was surrounded by chocolate brown tresses which fell past her shoulders, curling around her pert, ample breasts. Breasts that were showcased in a tight v-neck top providing a very good view of her prominent cleavage. His gaze travelled to a tiny waist that models would kill for and hips that could make any man agree to go celibate if he was gifted with just one sway. Long legs, wrapped in very short shorts, followed that seemed to go on for miles. However, her body was not the most beautiful thing about this angel. Her eyes; deep pools of swirling chocolate mixed with honey which made you want to confess your deepest, darkest secrets just so those eyes would stare at you a little longer. As all these thoughts swirled around in his head, the one at the forefront of his mind was a primal one; he had to have her.

"I think we found our something valuable." Damon breathed, still awestruck by the -his- beauty standing in front of him.

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