Here's my first shot at a Dalaric story. I will be adding way more to the story, but for right now you'll have to settle for the first chapter. Hope you like it, and enjoy!:D

"How was the blue plague beneficial to the pioneers," Alaric asked his class, a misty look in his soft hazel eyes.

The room of teenagers looked at each other for help, probably all thinking that their teacher had just stepped off the train to crazy Ville.

"Um, Mr. Saltzman?" Elena raised her hand, one eyebrow arched in a quizzical expression. "I think you mean the black plague, and it wasn't beneficial. It nearly killed them all."

Alaric waved a hand dismissively. "The details don't really matter, now do they Ms. Gilbert. Call the plague whatever you want, it still affected the pioneers in some way."

"I think they do actually," Stefan spoke up in defense of his girlfriend. He admired Alaric's skills as a vampire hunter but obviously, the guy was too drunk to realize who he had just snapped at. "You're a history teacher, and therefore should have his facts straight. You can't just make up your own facts and call it right, because they're not."

With that said Stefan sat back in his chair with a smug smile in place. Before Alaric could have fired off a biting retort- trust him in his drunken stupor- the class door flew open, nearly coming off its hinges.

"Hello, lovelies. Thought I'd come and save the day, seeing as how your teacher is piss ass drunk."

Alaric turned around about to cuss out the person who had just interrupted his class when the words stuck in his throat.

"Nice to see you too," Damon murmured as he walked over to the history teacher. His eyes traveled over to Stefan for an instant, a quick nod of his head signaling something that only the two boys understood.

"Okay guys," Stefan bellowed, as he abruptly pushed back in his chair. "Mr. Saltzman needs to go take care of something. I'll be in charge until he gets back."

"I don't need to-" Alaric began.

"Oh know you don't mister tipsy. You've done enough damage for today." Damon latched his arm tight around Alaric's wrist.

"Don't be too long," Stefan murmured to his older brother, as Damon lugged the drunk history teacher out into the hallway.

Safely in the confines of the hallway, Damon unleashed his pent up anger. "What the hell, Rick? Why do you keep coming to class drunk off your ass! It may be helping your ego, but think about the snot nosed brats that you teach. And what about Elena? How do you think she feels seeing her mentor coming to class every day, not even able to fricking teach 'cuz he can't see his own two feet!"

Damon's unnaturally blue eyes pierced Alaric, moving something deep in his soul. It was unnerving, especially since the vampire was taking up all of his breathing space. It took a little more for the words to register in Alaric's head, but when they did he was pissed. Royally so.

"When have you ever cared for anyone but yourself," he spat at Damon, their faces dangerously close to touching. With each word, Alaric jabbed his index finger into the dark vampire's built chest. "And you know what; I don't even give a damn about Elena! She's been nothing but a bother since I've met her."

When the words left, Alaric's mouth, he hadn't regretted them in the least. Not just because he was drunk either, no he was perfectly sober right now. Everything that had to do with Elena made him sick, and it was finally time he got it off his chest.

Damon, however, apparently had different feelings. "You can't be serious," he whispered doubtfully. There was no mistaken the anguish, the anger Damon felt, but underneath it all, Alaric saw how hurt the vampire was because he didn't like Elena.

That was why he needed to get away from everyone in the stupid town. Every thought revolved around the girl, and everybody always flocked to her side.

Alaric shrugged off the comment without even a moment's hesitation. "I am, Damon. Everything she is makes me sick to my core. I don't know why I stayed here for as long as I did." Before Damon could stop him, Alaric stepped back from the vampire. He wasn't going back to the pitiful classroom, with all the brats in there that only cared about them.

"Are you leaving?" After a million thoughts had collided into his head, Damon finally found himself and with a weird ache in his heart, he gazed after the vampire hunter.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but it's a possibility."

Instead of voicing his feelings, Damon retreated back into his cold mask. It always suited him better to use anger because it was all he ever knew. "Well, don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

Alaric didn't know why that comment had hurt so much, but he didn't want to examine the ache in his heart, because he was fairly certain that if he did, he'd find more pain then Isobel or his family had ever caused. All he wanted to do was go home and nurse his hangover, since the buzz had already worn off after Damon's yelling.

Ha!Felt bad for making Alaric and Damon pissed at each other the first chapter, but it didn't feel right making them love each other any other way XD!

Okay,well then, please review the first chapter, and hopefully, I can get the next chap up in the next week or so.