I Surrender
Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hello ya'll I would like to say that this story is beauty and the beast inspired so it shares similarities with it with a few twist so I hope Ya'll enjoy it.
Damon
Since Damon was a little boy he remembered that his family would always throw the most extravagant parties. People would come out from all over the lands to be able to be a part of one and if they didn't then he didn't understand why. Than he had grown up and his parents had explained to him why not everyone did.
His parents were very vain people who had turned away people who they have thought weren't pretty or worthy enough. At first he never really understood what was wrong with that until his parents had explained it to him telling him that people who were not worthy were not worth any of their time. They had trained him to think exactly as they do maybe in the end that's what cursed them ti begin with, but that was a story for later.
Damon straightened his tie in the mirror as an obnoxiously loud cough sounded behind him. Rolling his eyes he turned around and stared at his brother Stefan who was in his bed coughing up a storm behind him. Sighing he went over to the bed and handed him a tissue smiling softly as Stefan grabbed it from him and coughed into it. It was because of this stupid flu that Stefan couldn't attend tonight and also why Damon would have to deal with their adopted brother Klaus alone. Damon grimaced at the thought as he turned his attention back to Stefan glad to have a distraction for at least a little while.
"Hey you better stop coughing up a storm before you cough out a lung. Here cover your mouth so you won't get any germs on the bed sheets."
Stefan nodded at him as he grabbed the tissue and coughed into it. Damon looked away feeling a sense of uneasy. He hated when people were sick it was really quite unattractive.
"Shouldn't you be getting to the party? After all I need someone there to tell me about all the festivities"
"You know that I think these types of parties are overrated."
"But I also know that if you didn't go you wouldn't be able to get Klaus out of trouble."
Damon rolled his eyes at the thought of Stefan calling Klaus their brother. It had been a few years ago that the crash victims had came to their house looking for shelter and it was the only kindness that he had seen his parents show. It was that sort of kindness that made him have faith in them again. If only they would show it again.
Damon shook his head trying not to think about that night as he cleared his throat and smiled back at Stefan who was having another coughing fit. He looked at the time and frowned it was about to be time for the ball and he didn't have much time left to talk with Stefan.
"That time?" he asked looking at the dismay in Damon's face.
"Unfortunately, like you said one of us has to go and keep an eye on Klaus."
"Good luck!"
"Thanks. I'm gonna need all of it."
Klaus
Gowns swirled around the ballroom as Klaus sat on his throne watching all the beautiful people in the land dance while he looked for one to catch his attention. They were all the same to him. No one in the whole entire room stood out when it came to beauty. It wasn't something he hadn't seen before and he was all to bored with it.
Sighing Klaus stepped off the throne and walked around even though no one caught his attention it didn't mean that he didn't catch theirs. Everyone was always curious about the bastard of the family and to tell the truth Klaus didn't quite know himself. It was a truth that he always wanted to know and a truth that his adopted parents never wanted to tell him. He couldn't even get Damon or Stefan to tell him. And that was what hurt the most. That none of his supposed family loved him enough to tell the truth. They would never love him and that was a burden he would always have to bare, because if no one knew how to love him how could he find out how to love others?
A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he turned to see a girl smiling at him. She was just like all the others but she was pretty enough for him to take some notice.
"Good evening Prince Nikklaus, I know you don't know me, but I was hoping you would do me the honor of dancing with me."
"What's your name?"
"Camille. Cami for short."
"Well Camille I'm honored that you would ask, but I'm afraid that I must find my brother."
"Of course. Sorry about that."
"It's no trouble at all and Camille I be honored if you saved me a dance for later."
Camille smiled and nodded as Klaus walked away from her knowing that he would not find her later. He wouldn't bother finding her at all.
Damon
It took years of conditioning and training from his parents to mentally prepare himself for these balls that his parents would always throw, but luckily he had mastered them and had put them to good use when needed. And tonight it was defiantly needed.
One major problem that Damon had with these balls was that almost everyone there was vapid and not interesting to him. Sometimes he wished his parents would invite everyone to the ball that way he could meet someone who could hold a decent conversation with him. But they never did. So every time he had to attend one of these it was like sticking needles through his eye sockets while he just grinned and bared it. It was physical and mental torture, but he did it for his parents. Always for his parents.
Someone bumped into him hard as a laugh came from the person who he just had to catch. Damon looked down as the girl who had feel into his arms giggled slightly. Again another beautiful face that blurred into the crowd. She looked over at the friends she had obviously brought as she smiled back at him.
"Pardon me your highness. I just get so clumsy when I drink a little too much."
"And you are?"
"Sybil."
"Just Sybil?"
"That's all you're gonna get from me."
"I can accept that. Enjoy your night ladies."
Sybil frowned as Damon walked away with a small smile on his face. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.
Klaus
Klaus was nearly about to give up on finding Damon when they literally bumped into each other.
"Oh there you are." he said sending Damon a smile.
The usual frown showed on Damon's face.
"Of course I'm here. Who else has the power to control that temper of yours."
"You're the one to talk. You're temper is just as bad as mine maybe even worse."
Damon gave him his signature smile and was about to make a snappy retort when a clink on the glass caught their attention.
Klaus and Damon looked towards the direction of the clinking and saw their mother and father standing at the throne looking just as powerful and regal as they always had been. The most beloved king and queen throughout the land by everyone who didn't know the real monsters they were.
All eyes looked upon them as the beautiful Lillian and Guisepe Salvatore motioned for Damon and Klaus to join them. With a reluctant look from both of them Damon and Stefan made their way up to the throne under the watchful eyes of other. Some were admiring, but some were full of envy and jealousy. A feeling Klaus knew a little too well.
When they finally approached the throne, Damon stood by Lillian and Guisepe stood by Klaus. Usually Klaus would be in the background, but since Stefan was sick, Lillian and Guisepe had no other choice but to bring Klaus front and center for the festivities. These were the only times that he was noticed by his family. The only times that he felt like he was any part of them.
Luckily for him he had a method that calmed his nerves or got him through times of troubles. He took the bracelet that belonged to his late mother out of his pocket and rubbed it for good luck. It was the only thing he had left of hers. The only thing he couldn't bear losing. If he were to lose this then he would lose himself.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen. My family and I cordially welcome you to our home and hope you are having a marvelous time here. That being said-"
A loud bang erupted from the doors as screams ran through the room. The wind breezed through in gushes as a silhouette entered through the door. Klaus looked upon it not knowing the terror him and his family were about to face.
Damon
A hooded figure walked like water through the room as the win gushed through making everyone terrified. Damon shielded his eyes from the dust that was blowing in as his mother and father stepped down from their positions. Damon wasn't sure why he didn't trust the hooded figure so with a quick look at Klaus to follow Damon caught up with their parents as they paused in front of the person in the hood. He wasn't sure why his parents looked so terrified.
"Who are you?" His father asked his voice slightly shaking.
His father never sounded like that.
With a swift shift of the hand the hooded figure pulled back the hood to reveal an old woman that both Damon and Klaus gasped at the sight of. Klaus even went as far as to cover his mouth with his hand in a show of disgust. This was what their parents had turned them into.
Monsters. Just like them.
"Forgive me sir, I was seeking shelter from the storm. You see I have been traveling for the past couple of days and I was hoping for some shelter if you would so kindly offer it." The old woman said licking her sunken lips.
The old woman looked so frail that Damon thought she would break. He had no clue why she was out in the storm, but he knew that he didn't want her staying here. He grabbed onto his father's hand grabbing his attention as if he were breaking him out of a trance.
"Dad. Don't"
"Such a rude boy of yours. It would be best if you were to teach him some manners."
"Hold your tongue before your king." his father said making the old woman's face twist in an awful way.
"I agree with him father. After all it would be against your code." Klaus added giving Damon a look.
"Your boys have such hatred in their hearts. All three of them do, but I guess since the third one is not present he will be spared from the fate that I shall thrust upon these two. Unfortunately you two will also not be there to see it."
His father took a step as light flashed around them making him fly backward into a wall. Screams erupted as Damon heard the crack of his father's bones knowing that his father was gone.
A chocking sound grabbed his attention away from the ray of light as blood spewed from his mother's mouth and she collapsed.
"Mother!" Damon cried out as he collapsed onto his knees in front of her.
"Damon, my sweet boy. Get to Stefan. Get him out of here as quick as you can. This place has been cursed."
"How do you-"
"Shush." his mother said silencing him as she grabbed for the necklace she always wore from her neck and put it into his hand. "Give this to her."
"What? Who?"
"Give this to the one who teaches you how to love again. I'm sorry I never got the chance to."
Before Damon could ask more, More blood poured from his mother's mouth as she spat it out and looked up at him with lifeless eyes. Damon closed her eyes as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He laid her down on the ground as he got up looking at Klaus's terrified face as he rubbed his real mother's bracelet. Damon looked down at the necklace that his mother gave him and pocketed it before getting up and staring at what used to be the old woman in amazement.
A new woman stood there only this time she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her skin was like caramel and her hair was as black as night and cascading around her. A soft glow touched her skin as he looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She was exotic. She was beautiful.
"Ah, now you look upon my face now that I'm not the creature that you feared, but hasn't anyone ever told you that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? For all you know I could be the most vicious creature on this earth, but like a stupid child you underestimated me. You both did."
"Who are you?" Klaus asked his voice shaking just as bad as their father's did just a moment ago.
"They have many names for me, but I prefer the name Qetsiyah."
Both Klaus and Damon exchanged looks. There mother and father had always told them stories about an witch named Qetsiyah whose heart was tore out by her own lover, but all they were was just stories to them. He didn't think they were real.
"What do you want?" Damon asked.
"That's a very easy question to answer Damon. I want you and your family to pay."
"And how are you necessarily going to do that? You're standing here in a room full of people who just witnessed you committing not one but two murders. Do you really think you're going to get out of here without a scratch?" Klaus asked.
"Yes. Yes I can. And by the way it's not just two murders."
"What are you?"
A loud boom rang across the room as screams tore from every direction. People scattered as they tripped and fell over each other trying to get out. It was chaos. Complete and utter chaos and it wasn't over yet.
"Stefan." he whispered to himself as he used the chaos to run to the room he had left Stefan in. He had to get him out of there and he had to get him out of there now.
When he got to the room, he stopped dead in his tracks as his mouth twisted in complete and utter horror.
Stefan laid there dead with a tissue in his hand covered with blood along with his mouth. Damon tried to scream but it wouldn't come out as he collapsed by the bed trying to find his brother's pulse. There wasn't one.
"What a shame." A voice said from behind him.
Damon spun around to see Qetsiyah in the door frame holding Klaus by his shirt.
"What the hell do you want?" Damon asked hoping his voice sounded fierce.
"I want both of you to suffer." she said before his whole world fell apart before him.
Magic blasted around through them as Damon fell to the floor in agonizing pain. He looked over to see Klaus had collapsed and was screaming too. Everything in his body hurt. Why did it hurt so much?
"What are you doing to us?"
"I'm turning you into the monster you always have been."