Blood Drug: Deep Down

Chapter 1

Julian crossed his arms over his chest and sunk into the leather chair in a sulking manner. "Why?" he asked for the hundredth time.

Stefan's patients were wearing thin. "Ask Damon." he ground out, stepping aside to reveal Damon sitting eagled in the throne chair across the room, one leg thrown over the arm rest.

"Why, Damon?" Julian glared.

Damon turned his head towards him, a arrogant curve to his lips. "Because I said so," his voice was silky smooth.

Julian glowered at him, his violet eyes sharpened; glaring very sharp stakes at the blue eyed vampire.

Before Julian could make a leap at Damon, Stefan stepped back into his line of sight. "Have you ever been to school, Julian?" he asked reasonably.

"No," Julian said albeit hesitantly.

"And how old are you?" Stefan asked next, half out of necessity and half out of curiosity.

"How old are you?" Julian shot back, his eyebrow raised; he wasn't going to make this easy.

"How old do I look?" Stefan fired again; he wasn't going to back down either.

"Seventeen," Julian answered with out hesitation. "How old do I look?"

"Sixteen," came form Stefan's mouth before it even entered his mind. Maybe he had written Julian off too soon; he had a thing for minds. He saw the quick smirk flash across Julian's face, before he was back to glowering. "Grade eleven." he concluded. "It's going to be a new school year tomorrow. And why not?" he asked, taking a seat in the couch across from Julian.

Damon's eyes were back on his Julian, he was about to say something that would probably make matters worse when Julian arm shot out straight towards him, a slender finger extended. For a moment he didn't turn to face him, he kept his eyes on Stefan but it looked as if Julian was staring through him, not at him. He turned his head toward Damon, his violet eyes wide and a smile camping on his lips. He tipped his head slightly to the side, "I'm not talking to you at the moment, Damon." he said it so matter-as-fact that Damon was surprised by the turn of events.

Stefan didn't even fight the smile that crossed his face.

Julian stared at Damon for a second longer before he turned back to Stefan, his face as plain as a wall. "I don't have a last name." Julian stated a challenge in his eyes.

Stefan shrugged his shoulders; he was ready for this. "You can take Salvatore," he glanced at Damon, a spark in his eyes. "You can be our long lost cousin."

Julian hmm'd; he did like the sound of that. Julian Salvatore; it had a ring to it. He nodded in acceptance; but he was no where near done. "I don't have any credentials, no references; I might as well be a ghost."

"Taken care of," Stefan said confident.

"Really?" Julian raised a curios eye brow, "How's that?"

"A little forgery here, a couple B n' E's, and some compelling. Abracadabra; you're a student."

"My, my, little brother." Damon said from his corner, "What a bad boy you are."

Stefan ignored him as did Julian. Damon narrowed his eyes ever so slightly; he was never one to be ignored.

"What about my eyes?" Julian asked, his head tilted and as if to prove his point, the rays of light hit his face just right; it cast his face in shadow but the just made his violet eyes stand out more.

Stefan lifted his middle from the couch, and pulled a box from his pocket

. He settled back down into his spot before he tossed it Julian. He snatched it from the air.

"Color contacts," Stefan explained, throwing and arm across the back of the couch. "It should cover them, so you'll probably have a murky brown as a result of the odd color mix." before Julian could comment Stefan fallowed up with: "I already have all the supplies and clothes. I'll drive you there and show you around until you get the lay of the place."

"Fine," Julian conceded. "I'll go to school like a good little boy."

Stefan smiled at him, bracing himself to get up but something Julian said made him freeze in astonishment.

"Wait!" Julian jerked from his spot, he waved the box of color contacts at Stefan, "You want me to put these-" he pointed erratically at the box, "Into my eyes?" he did a swirl motion at his eyes.

Stefan sat back on the couch and just stared. "You can drink human blood but you can't touch your eye?"

Julian blinked, "I don't drink human blood, Stefan." he said slightly confused. "Blood's only half of my diet anyway. And why would I want human blood when I can just eat your brother." Stefan looked towards Damon, whose eyebrows were raised. Julian looked thoughtful for a moment before he shook his head, "Anyway, you have to put these in." He shook the box at Stefan and waited.

"You're not kidding, are you?" Stefan asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Oh, I'm serious, Stefan." Julian nodded his head as he grabbed Stefan's hand and thrust the box into them. "If you do it now, I'll never have to take them out."

"I don't think it-" Stefan tried; not very eager to be putting his fingers in someone elses eyes.

"Please, Stefan?" Julian whined. "You're the one who wanted me to go to school." he reasoned.

He glared at Damon who was looking very, very amused at the moment. He turned back to Julian, "Fine," he sighed, standing up. "Sit," before Julian could even twitch, Stefan he pushed him onto the couch. "Lean your head back," Julian complied as Stefan walked around the couch.

Julian was tense and vibrating with nerves all at once as Stefan opened the box, he squeezed his eyes closed tight; he looked ready to bolt any minute. He could feel Stefan above him, his hands moving to his face, and he tensed even further if that were possible.

"Open your eyes, Julian." Stefan sighed in exasperation.

"I can't," Julian cried; his leg started to bounce and he griped the edge of the seat cushions in a white knuckle grip.

"A little help, Damon." Stefan growled, glaring at his brother.

"Oh, now you want me to contribute." Damon said, arrogance floated off of him.

"It's a special occasion," Stefan said sarcastically.

"I'm not mad." Julian interrupted.

Both brothers looked at him confused.

"What?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not mad at you, Damon." Julian lifted his head and looked to Damon with soulful eyes. "I'm mean, okay, so I was angry. But it hurt that you wanted to send me away, so I wanted to make you hurt too." He looked down at his lap.

"Yes, let's guilt trip Damon." Damon got up from his throne and made his way over to Julian.

Julian looked up at him with a devious smile; whish fell from his face as Stefan held the box of contacts in front of his face. His whole body tensed again.

"Actually," Damon drawled. "I think this is going to be very fun." at Julian's glare, he corrected himself, "For me, at least."

Stefan pulled Julian's head back again and Julian squeezed his eyes shut again by reflex. Julian's ever muscle bunched together, ready to bolt as soon as anything got near his eyes. The brothers could see it too; they shared a look.

Damon sighed in exasperation. "You better not say a word of this," he growled at Stefan. "That means Elena too."

Stefan just smiled back at him.

Damon clenched his teeth together as he literally sat on Julian. He straddled Julian's lap and pinned his arms to the side.

Julian opened his eyes and stared at Damon who was only inches away. "You're serious?"

"Very much," Damon smirked back at him.

Julian laid his head back, and was about to ask the more adult brother when Stefan's hand came down on his forehead, pinning him there. Before Stefan's finger could make it to his eye, Julian clamped his eyes shut tight. But Stefan wasn't going to give up that easily; he pried open Julian's eye lids. Julian tried to squeeze his eye shut again but it was no use; Stefan carefully places the contact on Julian's eye surface. Julian felt a slight burn from the moisture chemical in the contact as he squeezed his eye shut tight and turned his face away. He tried to jerk free from Damon's hold, but he was stronger then Julian. Julian went into lock down now; not ready to give in- because seriously, it killed. Stefan went for the same tactic again sense it work so good before, but Julian's eye lid wasn't budging. Stefan was about to give in-

"What (((are))) you guys doing?" came from the door way.

Julian's eyes popped open in surprise as he recognized the voice and Stefan didn't waste the opportunity. He placed the last contact properly before he Released Julian's head.

"Gah!" Julian's head jerked forward, colliding with Damon's. He rubbed his forehead and Damon just blinked.

"Why, Elena." Damon said in his silky voice, "To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence?"

Elena crossed her arms, "Stefan being late." She rolled her head towards said vampire.

Stefan scratched the back of his head, looking properly chaste. "I got distracted." he explained, making a gesture towards Julian and Damon who were still in the same position.

"I can see that," a smile tugged at her lips.

Julian had twisted around as much as he could and was giving Elena a slightly embarrassed smile as his face heated. Damon didn't look at that embarrassed, his relaxed demeanor said that it was the most normal thing in the world.

"The question is," She said, her voice filled with laughter. "Do I want to know?"

"I don't know, Elena." Damon smirked. "Do you?"

Elena stared at him, "I don't think it would do any good; when I probably already know."

"Jealous?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"No," Elena smiled back at him. "Not in the least. Come on, Stefan." she waved at Julian who waved back before she turned and left. Stefan didn't even glance at them as he fallowed after her.

Damon stared down at Julian, his canines extending. "I'm hungry," he stated, his eyes full of hunger.

Julian could feel his blood rush as it started to reproduce it's-self to compensate for the lose of blood that was soon to come. But Julian ignored Damon it for the moment. "I hear there's a freezer in the basement full of blood that could serve for the exact same purpose." he said conversationally.

Damon looked at him with intent eyes as he slowly licked his lips. "And?"

Julian stared back with his now brown irises. "Just making an observation," he smiled before he leaned his head against the back of the couch; exposing his neck to Damon. His own teeth extending in anticipation.

Damon gave him a devilish smirk before his head dipped and he sunk his teeth into the slender flesh.

note: I know Damon's hardly in this chapter; that I just stuck him in his throne like the dark prince he is. I hoped you like the start of this sequel and I hope you would nice little readers and review!