Post Mortem
Hey there I'm wrekkhavoc789 and this is my new crossover with Star trek and Vampire Diaries, a weird combo I will make it so graphically amazing it will be unbelievable. This is a very Auish mash up so I'm going to changing some things that happened at the end of vampire diaries season four and Star trek into darkness. I'm not going to give a general summary just have to read along to find out what's about. But I will give you something, it will a reversed harem with Bonnie/Kirk/Spock/Khan/Damon. Basically, everyone loves Bonnie but you wouldn't? She's badass and can kill people with her mind. Anyway I disclaim!
Now on with the show!
Chapter one rude awakenings
Earth, London 2259.55
Sitting alone in a café, the inky black haired man drank his coffee as he watched the movements of humans pass him by on the streets. His cobalt coloured eyes scanned the city like a computer, London hadn't changed at all in the last three hundred years, only the buildings were made completely out of metal and glass not concrete. The people were still the same grumpy bitter gits who were always pushing each other out of the way to get ahead in life.
Damon Salvatore had no use for any of this; he had lived so long that money was no object to him.
Dressed in a tight leather jacket, black jeans and combat boots to match, the four hundred and sixteen year old vampire looked like the sin of every woman's dream. No matter what century it was, Damon could fit in like he was meant to be there. His uncaring nature made people either adore him or hate him but they never questioned him.
He smirked in contempt as a public bus hover passed the café, puny little humans and their technology. They never realized no matter how much they built up their empire, it still could be taken away from them in a blink of an eye.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you like a refill?"
Damon swung his gaze to the green skinned Orion waitress, who was grinning so wide that she looked like a shark. No that Damon minded alien women; a female of any species will do as long as they get the job done.
He poured on the charm as he held up his empty cup for her to pour more coffee he then winked at her, "Thank you, sweetie."
Blood rushed to her cheeks as she mumbled a response, although alien blood just didn't taste the same as human blood and certainly didn't hold the nutrition needed for him to survive. As she walked away, Damon swatted her lightly on the ass with a chuckled under his unneeded breath.
"Still harassing, helpless employees are we Damon?" A creepily monotone voice spoke to him from across his table.
The vampire turned to face the intruder with a raised eyebrow. The man who sat across from him, sat ram rod straight in his chair, he was dressed in a long leather trench coat with a black turtle neck and trousers to match. His ebony hair was slicked back from his face like they did in the nineteen twenties; his poisonous green eyes flicked with superior intelligence that creeped Damon out. His pale skin had a slightly yellow ting to it and jaw was tightening into a condescending smirk. Past unwanted memories of this man filled Damon's mind.
He shook his head slightly to will the memories away, "Khan, nice to see you as creepy as ever. How did you like your icy nap?"
Khan face showed no sign of emotion but Damon knew his words hit a nerve.
"It was fine until I was rudely awakened by these bumbling oafs they call humans today." He said smoothly, taking a sip of the earl gray tea that was placed in front of him.
Damon snorted, "Just because you are a superhuman freak doesn't mean you get to look down on the weak humans. There's no need to be catty."
The corner of Khan's mouth turned up in slight amusement, "Shall I leave the condescending mockery to those who are undead monstrosities, such as yourself?"
A slow evil smile spread across Damon's lips, he flashed his sharp canines to make a point, "Precisely."
Khan set his tea cup down on the table then straightened his trench coat, "I invited you here with a purpose today, Damon not to have mindless chitchat with you."
"Well fuck you too, Khan."
The superhuman narrowed his eyes dangerously and Damon chuckled at his achievement before waving his hand loosely through the air.
"My sincerest apologies please continue."
"I'll have you know I was awakened by a Starfleet officer you believed that my intelligence would help him a war that will break out at any moment. He wanted me to construct a spacecraft that was beyond anything ever created before."
Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise, he had a hard time believing that anyone could make Khan do anything much less an old military officer. They would need some sort of leverage but the only thing Khan cared about was…
"Oh fuck." Damon swore in realization.
"Indeed. They have her and the others. They were them against me, as I was their dog and my crew were my treats." Khan drawled out in as anger that his emotionless face could offer.
This information sparked Damon's interest, "Do you know where they are holding her? Did you see her? Is she alright?"
A creepy smile spread across Khan's yellow lips, "My my, you are starting to sound like a love sick adolescent. Feeling a tad guilty for condemning her so long ago?"
The vampire cleared his throat gruffly before continuing, "Well, do you know where they are keeping her?"
Khan's creepy smile faltered a little, "I do not. They were keeping me separate from them, their way of keeping under control."
Damon's spirits fell, he's been waiting nearly three hundred years and came up with nothing. Khan was his only chance of ever seeing her again and setting things straight.
"So what are you going to do now?"
Khan stared out the large bay window that was adjacent to their table. In the distance, among some apartment and business buildings, one could see the Starfleet flag blowing in the wind outside their public library. The structure spread was large and shaped almost like a Roman amphitheatre. Unlike most official Starfleet buildings, this one had little to know windows, which was strange to Damon since most people liked natural light while reading their books. He would know, he read enough in his life time to fill up a building twice the size of the library.
"I am sick of being some fool's dog. I am going to get my crew back, Damon if it's the last thing I do. I will raze this future world to the ground if I have to. I shall have my vengeance."
Damon stared at him in shock.
He knew not to anger Khan, those poor humans that thought they could control him. If Damon had a conscience, he would have felt sorry for them.
He took another gulp of his coffee, "So I'm guessing you want my help with this 'revenge' plan of yours. Well all I can say is what's in it for me?"
Khan let out a low wheezing sound that was almost a laugh.
Holy shit, he should never do that again, Damon thought as chills went down his undead spine.
"I see who have misunderstood, my reasons for meeting you today already, Salvatore. I do not need your assistance. My plan is already in motion."
This confused Damon even farther, then why the hell did he bring me for?
"You see this meeting was merely a way for me to gloat about my achievements."
With that he got up from his chair and dusted off his sweater, "Now I have other appointments to attend to."
He began to stalk off towards the door but not before turning his head to stare Damon in the eye. His toxic green gaze penetrated Damon's icy blue.
"I will be the first thing she sees when she awakens Damon. Mark my words."
He then swiftly glided out of the café and down the street.
Damon continued to sit in his chair, wondering what the hell that was about. Khan's words bugged Damon more than he would ever admit, even to himself. He clenched his hands around the coffee cup so hard he crushed it. He ignored the hot contents that were spilling over his knuckles, he felt no pain.
He brushed past the waitress who asked him if he was alright. He pulled out a random amount of cash and placed it on the counter as he walked towards the door, ignoring the strange glances he was getting from the rest of the customers.
Once he was outside he could smell the stink of gasoline and oil from the vehicles passing by. He joined the rest of the people walking along the sidewalk; he blended in the crowd with ease. He followed Khan's scent as far as he could before it got too mixed in with all the other life forms.
He finally reached the street across from the library; he could see Khan about fifty feet away from him, staring eerily at the building in front of them.
Damon took a few steps forward, just as his foot touched the ground an earth shattering explosion, erupted from across the road. The force of the explosion threw Damon sideways into the brick wall beside him. The impact of hitting the building would have broken the back of any human but a vampire like Damon barely felt it.
As his vision cleared, he could the chaos around him. Dust and debris covered the entire block; bits of rubble clumped the sidewalk. The bodies of the people, who were killed by the oncoming shrapnel, lay motionless where they fell.
Damon turned his gaze to the once standing Starfleet building, now it was a crumpled heap of rock and metal. Fires had sprung up where the gas lines for the building were. Damon's superior hearing could hear the sound of distance emergency vehicles coming towards the scene for survivors. There were no survivors to be saved that Damon could see, just charred bodies of innocent victims.
It was times like these Damon was glad that he turned off his emotions. Letting the cold feeling less monster take control in disastrous moments like this, was the only reason Damon was still alive.
He got up from the sidewalk and stepped over random bodies, he searched for Khan through the mess and dust. All he could see though were nameless people.
Suddenly Damon's instinct kicked in and his head snapped up in a random direction. Through the no doubt planned chaos that was happening around him, stood Khan, looking completely at ease in the mist of all this. His hands were placed in his pockets as if he were at a high school dance and in the middle of an act of terrorism.
Their gazes met over the chaotic scenery, a slow evil smile formed on Khan's face. His plan had gone off without a hitch.
He slowly turned away from the scene and walked over to a speeder. Damon watched as Khan loaded a metal box onto the vehicle before getting in himself. The four hundred year old vampire watched as it disappeared from the scenery as if it had never been there in the first place.
Damon stood stoically as onlookers began to investigate the mess around him. He gazed into the growing flames.
He knew this was just the beginning. Khan had deliberately started a one man war against Starfleet. Those poor bastards.
Damon let his canines come out of his gums as he smiled. Today was a challenge.
Alright Khan, I'm in, game on.
So there's the first chapter of the hopefully epic fanfic. So Damon's going to be really badass and so is Bonnie of course. So I'm to be introducing Kirk and Spock in the next chapter! Yay! As well as the other Enterprise crew. It'll be so exciting! And guess what? Damon's joining Starfleet! Ha! Imagine him in a red uniform ;).
Okay so that's everything for now.
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