The Thrill of the Hunt
The smell of dirt, grime, and urination alerted his sense first but the stabbing sensation in the back of his head was an added bonus. "Stefan…" Damon mumbled as he blindly tried to find his brother in the dark and dank area. Where am I? Damon could feel the hard earth below him was jagged with mounds of dirt and sharp rocks that cut into his skin every time he moved. "Stefan!" He musters louder and finally pries his eyes open only to view into the dark abyss. There was nothing and he was nowhere.
Chapter One
The clack of heels and the laughter of a single female made Damon tense. He shifted from his normal seat at the Mystic Grill Bar and turned to see a gorgeous brunette and striking blonde seating themselves near the pool tables. The brunette was 5"7 and wore a leather jacket, combat boots, skin-tight black jeans, and a dark red blouse with a deep v neck. The blonde wore a black trenchcoat, black knee high heel boots, black leather pants, a green v neck, and larger silver cross around her neck. The blonde looked tiny in comparison to the brunette yet both females were beautiful and men across the bar gazed at the two women longingly.
"Hey, Damon." Elena's voice pulled his mind away from the two newcomers and toward her and his brother, Stefan.
He nodded to the pair and turned back to his bourbon at the bar.
"Damon, you can't ignore us forever." Stefan scowls as he bends forward and leans onto the bar.
"That's the beauty of eternity Stefan," Damon smirks into his drink. "I literally can." He downs the rest of the bourbon and places a fifty dollar bill onto the bar. He walks away from the two and into the fall air. A small sigh escapes him as he puts his hands in his pockets and starts to walk down the familiar streets of Mystic Falls. Just a few weeks ago the small town had been ravaged by a vampire named Klaus, hell-bent on breaking the curse that kept him from becoming a vampire and werewolf hybrid.
Stefan and Elena had decided, behind everyone's backs to do the unthinkable, they surrendered to Klaus. The only thing the pair asked was that he killed a vampire and a werewolf that was dangerous to society during the ritual. Klaus readily agreed and bam! A hybrid was born. Luckily, he even found a way to save Elena's life thanks to his older brother, Elijah. Over the course of that week Klaus had discovered that when he tried to make more hybrids from werewolves, only Elena's blood could transform them. Now he demands more of her blood every month. Disgusted over the memories, Damon kicked the side of his car.
"That was a nice show you put on back there, Damon." She skipped up to him with a mischievous grin.
"Katherine." He spat her name with disdain and edged away from her.
"Don't be like that. I have great news!" She giggled sickly as she grabbed his forearm and ran vampire speed to a crypt in the old Lockwood cemetery.
"What is it, Katherine?" Damon asks as dread fills in the pit of his stomach.
"I invited a few friends to visit to keep Klaus in check. I think it's going to be a lot of fun with them around." Katherine smiles brightly as a man with bleached blonde hair wearing a long black leather trenchcoat, dark black jeans, and a red button up shirt struts out of the crypt.
"'Ello ducky, what do we 'ave 'er?" The blonde says as he starts to circle Damon. He sniffs once in the air and whispers softly "vampyre". His face changes from the delicate features that could make a woman swoon too that of a grotesque looking demon. Bones seem to be jutting forward from under the skin and large sharpened teeth have elongated over his lips. Terrified, Damon takes a few steps back but the man has Damon by his throat.
"What the hell are you?" Damon croaks out.
"Fun fact, Damon. There are different kinds of vampires." Katherine says as she hops onto one of the headstones. "This here is my friend Spike. As you can see, he is a different kind of vampire."
"Vampyres from my line are created when a demon posses us and we lose our humanity completely." To Damon, the British accent Spike had somehow made this statement seem hilarious. Damon couldn't hold back his chuckles or outright laugh when he saw the "I'm serious" face that Katherine gave him.
"So you are asking me to believe that this guy is a possessed demon?" Damon said smirking at the pair.
"Yes." The two respond monotone as if bored.
"Question, if he isn't technically a full vampire and only being possessed by a demon does that make me stronger than him?" As Katherine and Spike became distracted looking quizzically at each other, Damon decided to make his move. Guess it is time to find out.
Grabbing the demonic vampire's hand that was around his neck, Damon twisted Spike's wrist until he heard it snap. Simultaneously he kicked Spike's legs from under him causing the vampire to fall forward and the shoulder to pop out of the socket. Katherine jumped off the headstone and rushed him but Damon anticipated her move. He kicked her square in the chest and sent her flying into the nearby crypt. Quickly he threw Spike on top of her and slammed the crypt doors. The distraction should be long enough to get him inside the perimeter of the city where people would be watching in case they should try anything again.
He ran fast through the trees and made it safely back to the town as the large town clock struck midnight. He placed a hand over his heart and sighed softly.
"Hey there Cinderella."
He turned to see where the voice came from but instead nothing. There was nothing but the vast emptiness of space. He felt nothing, he knew nothing, he heard nothing, and he saw nothing. Time was meaningless and he felt no pain.