AN: Welcome back readers! First off, if you are a new time reader and haven't read Bracelets, Bullets, and Blood I highly suggest that you go read that first. Don't worry, I'll wait right here for you. (Waiting) Now that you've read Bracelets, Bullets, and Blood, or as it will now be known as: BBB, you are free to read the sequel…Formal Wear, Fugitives, and Fangs! FFF, as it will now be known as, picks up right where BBB left off.

As a final note I want you to know that for you, my readers, I skipped my workout routine at the gym. Instead I sat at the computer and ate cookie dough as I tried to start this story (the beginning is always the hardest for me). It was rough and I gained three pounds in one week. Thank you all and enjoy!

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The men, however, didn't take that as certifiable. The one on the left pulled a gun and shot Damon. Gwen ran over to him as the force knocked him back. In a way only vampires can heal his body shoved the bullet out and healed. Agent Smith or Doe said with no emotion. "That's pretty good proof."

Damon ground his teeth together. "What if I couldn't heal?"

"Then you'd be sent to a hospital and made to forget what had happened." An agent said. He aimed the gun again. "Please come with us Mr. Salvatore and Miss Bright, or the next bullet will be wooden."

"This doesn't have to be hard. Understood?" The other agent asked.

"Understood." Damon agreed.

"The end of one adventure and the start of a new one." Gwen said with a forced smile, trying to stay optimistic.

"Baby, with me," Damon said. "The adventure never ends."

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Gwen held out her hand to help Damon up. He took it but used his own strength to stand. He wrapped a protective arm around her waist before asking the agents, "What now?"

Agent Doe pulled out two sets of shiny handcuffs and threw them to the couple on the porch. "Put those on."

Damon's hand shot out and snatched them from the air. Mentally he grinned; glad to show off his scary vampire reflexes to Agent Dee and Agent Dum. "Or?"

"Or I pull my gun back out and shoot you in the knee with a wooden bullet." Agent Doe replied.

Damon handed one pair of handcuffs to Gwen who slid them on her wrists and locked them; loose enough, however, that she could slide them off. He dangled his set of handcuffs in the air. "Awful weak."

"Weak?" Agent Doe asked.

Damon shrugged. "Weak, for a vampire."

Agent Smith nodded, like this made sense. Keeping a wary eye on Damon he walked up to Gwen and unlocked one cuff. He slid this cuff onto Damon's wrist. "Better."

Damon lifted his arm and watched Gwen's arm follow suit. "Hmmm. This should be interesting."

"How am I supposed to go to the bathroom with him attached to my wrist?" Gwen asked. She said it with enough authenticity even Damon wasn't sure if she was serious.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Agent Doe replied. "Until then…"

Agent Smith cleared his throat. "You know, Mr. Salvatore, you don't seem very dark and scary. You don't seem like a vampire at all."

Damon frowned. "Do you want me to be dark and scary?"

Agent Smith took an involuntary step back. "No! No. I was just making conversation."

Damon smirked causing Gwen to sigh. "Alright Mr. Badass Vampire. Let's get going."

Agent Doe nodded his agreement as he said, "You seem to be taking this very well Miss Bright."

Gwen shrugged. "I've already been kidnapped once this month. What's one more time?"

"You were kidnapped this month?" Agent Smith asked.

"Oh yes. By a very dark and scary vampire." Gwen said. She gave Damon a knowing smile before continuing her story. "We were on the run from another even darker and scarier vampire."

"He was not darker and scarier." Damon said defensively.

Gwen sighed dramatically. "I must admit that he was darker and scarier but the first vampire, well, he was definitely better looking."

Agent Smith and Agent Doe shared a confused look and then ushered the couple into the car. It was a black SUV. Gwen asked, "Why does the CIA only drive black SUVs?"

"What do you mean?" Damon asked.

"Read any book or watch any movie and if the CIA drives, they drive a black SUV." Gwen replied. "I'm serious. Does anyone at the CIA drive something other than a black SUV?"

"No." Agent Smith replied after some thought.

Damon snorted. "That was a rhetorical question you moron."

Agent Smith glared at Damon and then turned to face the front once again. The SUV fell into silence.

Five minutes passed before the silence was shattered by Gwen's laughing. The agents in front gave her strange looks but said nothing. Finally Damon asked, "What's so funny?"

Gwen wiped a tear from her cheek before holding up their wrists. "From one set of bracelets to another. Fate wants us attached."

Damon smirked and then burst into laughter too. It felt good to laugh.

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AN: Yes, I know it was short but the next one will be longer. Much longer. I promise. Something that is probably going to be thought by at least one person is that I didn't keep them in Mystic Falls, again. There is a reason for that. We've seen Mystic Falls before. Everything in the show takes place in Mystic Falls. I'm tired of Mystic Falls; there is a whole world out there and I want my characters to see it (even if they're dragged to it in handcuffs). Not EVERY story will take place outside of Mystic Falls but a good portion of them will. I like to see how they react to the rest of the world. Don't forget to review!