Author's note: I don't think I've seen an AU like this before on this fandom, so I thought I would give it a shot. This story was inspired by Katherine's little quip about Damon "getting the hell out of Dodge." Anyway, I know it's short, but the next chapters will be way longer. Let me know what you think!
Summary: Wild West AU. All human. Katherine Pierce is one of the more ill-famed outlaws around the town of Mystic. Damon Salvatore is a free roaming ranger that is only passing through town. After a rather short poker game, Damon finds himself roaming the desert with Katherine, who is looking for someone. A notorious outlaw by the name of Klaus. Adventure, romance, and action ensues.
The Outlaws.
Prolouge.
The saloon wasn't very busy during the day, only a few men wondering in for some mid-day drinking. At one table, two men sat playing a game of cards. One man sat back in his chair, his legs stretched out in front of him. The other looked annoyed and pissed off, his green eyes looking up at the other man from above the cards he was holding.
"Alright, show em'." he said, the other man tossing his cards down onto the wooden table face up with a smirk on his mouth. The green eyed man growled, placing his cards down.
"Two pair." the man growled, the blue eyed man clapping his hands together once as he sat up with a smile on his face.
"Full house." he remarked, the man on the other side of the table sighing rather angrily. The blue eyed man leaned forwards to pull the cards towards himself.
"You're lucky that I didn't charge you this time, brother." he said, the other man standing from the table. The blue eyed man looked a little confused. "You leavin' me?"
"Yeah, I got to head out to the next town before sun down." he said, collecting his belt and tightened it around his waist. He placed his hat on his head, giving his brother a smile. "Was still good to see you, Damon."
"Yeah, yeah." Damon said, piling the cards together. "Tell me when you're back in town, Stefan. Maybe you can beat me next time."
"Not likely if you keep cheatin' like you do." Stefan muttered, heading out of the saloon and out into the hot desert sun. Damon looked down at his cards, shuffling them a few times. It hadn't been more than a few minutes when he heard a pair of boots coming towards his table. Damon didn't look up from his cards when he could see the figure of someone standing in front of him.
"What are you wagering?" Damon asked, still not looking up.
"You." A sly female voice replied to him, making Damon glance up to look into a pair of brown eyes. She stood with her hands on her hips, a loose vest covering when he assumed were her pistols. She smirked down at him, her wavy brown hair framing her face.
"Well, now, that's a big wager, miss." Damon said, watching as she sat down. He had seen her somewhere, her face was very familiar. Then, he remembered.
This was Katherine Pierce, a woman that was wanted in a few towns for murder and arson. What she was doing in Mystic, he had no clue. But, he had intentions of finding out.
"Well, tell you what. If I win this game, you'll help me out. If you win, I'll give you all the money I have on me."
Damon smirked, "now, what would you want me for?"
"Why don't you play and find out?" Katherine retorted, smirking at him from across the table. Her slender hand reaching out and pulled the cards towards herself with a challenging look in her eyes.