Take Me Under
Author's Note: Okay so I already have a story like this only for the Vampire Diaries Books called Blood Slave and I wanted to make one for the show too since they are slightly different, plus this a better written version. It's kind of a cross over between the books and the TV shows if you look really close, I think the only thing I kept from the books is the thing were vampires can shape shift into animals, Damon into a wolf and crow, I was soo sad that the TVD writers left that out on the show, and the whole mind telepathy thing! So I hope you enjoy, review if you like it and want more!
Warning: Slash/Yaoi, mentions of child abuse, mentions of self-harm, torture/graphic scenes, and language.
Chapter One
A black wolf raced through the old woods by the Salvatore's boarding house. It was restless and hungry as it prowled the woods, going at a speed that could only be explained with one word, supernatural.
As soon as Damon came across a group of drunk teenagers camping out in the woods he swiftly changed back into his human form and bled them each, not taking enough to kill but taking enough to give them more then just a little of a hang over.
Stupid kids, you should be tucked away in your beds at home, not out here with the monsters, Damon thought icily.
Full and saturated Damon took the long way home, by flying lazily in his crow form over the tree tops, circling over the Salvatore's boarding house a few times before ducking down the open chimney and swooping out out of the fireplace to land, ash covered on the rug in front of it.
Screams and gasps filled the room and Damon grinned wildly as he saw the shocked looks on Alaric's, Bonnie's and Elena's faces.
Stefan stayed passive, giving Damon an arched eyebrow look with a hint of amusement.
"Are you Santa Claus now?" His brother asked him tiredly, one arm wrapped around Elena's waist who was rolling her eyes at both of them.
"Ho, Ho, Ho, I come bearing bad news." Damon replied sarcastically. "No hint of Katherine, she left town. We scared her off." He announced to the room.
After she had driven a stake through Caroline's heart everyone had wanted revenge, allowing each of them to be patched up into one vampire hunting team only for their target to slip off their radar.
"We'll find her." Bonnie reassured with a look of hostile determination.
"Anger stunts your growth, little witch." Damon commented with his back turn as he grabbed a drink from the bar.
A coaster was thrown at the back of his head, though he ducked easily. "I guess that's why you're so much shorter then Stefan?" She asked snidely, expecting to get a big reaction.
Damon spun back towards them and sat down next to Stefan, ruffling his hair. "Nah, that happened because I fed all my vegetables to him when he wasn't looking and told him God gave them to him as a punishment." He answered with a wide grin at his brother.
Stefan growled and slapped Damon's head away.
"That wasn't funny Damon! I prayed about vegetables for years!" Stefan whined childishly.
Everyone was reduced to giggles at the mental picture that produced for them. Baby Stefan praying, asking God for no more vegetables while Damon laughed in the background.
Everything was cut short when the room was bathed in a white light. Everyone except the vampire brother's jumped as the thunder clap soon followed. Soon enough for that lightening to be way to close for comfort.
Stefan watched curiously as his brother jolted upright from where he was laying against the couch. He was stiff and tense as he stared out the window.
"Damon? Are you suddenly scared of lightening and thunder now?" Stefan asked curiously with a smirk.
"That was you who was hiding under the bed, little brother." Damon absent mindlessly replied, referring to when they were kids and they would both hide under their shared beds from lightening storms.
"Oh yes, and I'm supposed to believe you were down there to protect me?" Stefan scoffed at the ridiculous idea.
Bonnie and Elena traded a look and started to giggle, thinking about the Salvatore brothers, cuddled up under their bed hiding from the lightening. Alaric snickered for a minute until Damon got up and walked past him, flicking him on the side of his head as he made his way over to the window.
"Damon, what is it?" Stefan asked puzzled . Damon was standing at the window, pulling aside the curtains to look out into the night.
"Doesn't feel right, there was no signs of a storm before." Damon muttered in a low voice so Stefan had to relay the message back to the humans.
Another lightening flash and immediately after the clap of thunder came and suddenly the window that Damon was staring out of broke inwards, spraying showers of glass shards down upon the vampire.
Damon hissed and raced halfway across the room, picking glass out of his face and more importantly his eyes.
Everything healed over quickly as always.
Screams echoed throughout the room and before Damon had a chance to look up and see who had attacked them he was being pulled to the floor by a massive weight crashing down upon him.
He must have at least broken six bones in that fall. When he looked up he could see some nameless vampire snarling down at him, holding something black in his eyes. It looked kinda like a dog collar.
Damon struggled beneath the strong vampire, shouting curses while he watched Stefan race up behind them.
Before Damon could react the guy had put the collar around his throat and suddenly he was full of the worst pain he could ever imagine. It was like a huge weight was crushing down upon him from the inside, so he couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. Hell he couldn't even see clearly.
Then the burning started, like the collar had been soaked in vervain but Damon couldn't smell it. It was something else that was burning into his neck, turning it to liquid fire.
He thrashed wildly, long after Stefan had pulled the vampire off him, tossing him to Alaric so he could run a stake through him.
Stefan kept him on the ground, struggling to hold him down so he could get the collar off. Damon could see Stefan was yelling something at him but he couldn't hear him. There was a immense pressure pushing down on the inside of him. Like there was no more oxygen left in the world.
Suddenly he felt himself pulled down to the ground forcefully and held there. He looked up to see the witch holding him down with her spell.
He shot a jagged thank you from his mind, letting the words flow into her mind. Soon Stefan pulled the collar off and immediately the pressure was gone. The burning pain stayed but it wasn't as bad as before.
Damon lay on the floor for a while gasping for breath he didn't need but wanted anyway. He didn't start listening to what everyone was saying for a while he was to busy probing the burned flesh that had circled around his neck where the collar had touched his skin.
Not until after he realized, with a snarl of irritation, that the burned skin wasn't healing. Like the collar had been soaked in vervain but there was a different smell to it then vervain.
"Damon, come back down to earth!" Bonnie yelled at him flicking the side of his head. With a growl from Damon she backed off behind Alaric.
"Are you alright?" Stefan asked kneeling down next to his brother, running a finger of the burns. They would scar but Damon could always hide them, strong vampires could easily manipulate their looks into anything they wanted.
"I would be if you stopped touching me," growled Damon as he got up off the floor with a scowl at everyone. He didn't like looking weak. He didn't like that, that vampire was able to hurt him. He especially didn't like the fact that Stefan had to save him.
"Who was that?" Elena asked looking shaken as she stared down at the body on the floor. Damon peered closer, kneeling down next to the body.
He looked normal, like an average guy. He had one tattoo running along his wrist and going down his arm, wrapping around his hand, twining through his fingers. It was a beautiful, delicate design, more of a rose with sharp black thorns and soft black petals. The bud was new and dead looking, the common symbol for vampires as it meant the dying young, as in living forever young.
Damon scowled when he saw this sign, knowing full well what it meant and more.
"Nobody important now that's he dead." Damon muttered looking down crossly at the body that had burned his precious skin.
"Your neck." Alaric whispered completely distracted away from the dead vampire, gaping at the burns around Damon's neck.
"What about it?" Damon snapped in irritation, feeling the need to rip something, or someone, apart.
Alaric herded Damon over to the closet mirror in the room and Damon could fully see that around his neck wasn't an ordinary burn, they were words burned into his skin.
"Latin." Stefan confirmed. The words were to jumbled together to be able to be read but they were definitely Latin.
"Witches." Damon snarled with a scowl as he glared at the scar. With a sharp burst of power the burns vanished and his skin was as smooth and wordless as before. Everyone in the room seemed to gasp at the same time which made Damon smirk, brightening his horrid mood.
"Your skin!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"How'd you do that?" Elena asked curiously running a finger of the skin on his neck to see if the burn was really gone. It was as smooth as baby skin.
"Power, duh. Vampires can change their appearance when they want to, if they are strong enough." Damon explained impatiently, smirking at his little brother as if shoving it in his face that he was stronger then him.
"What else can you do that I don't know about?" Stefan asked curiously with arched eyebrows.
Damon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Too many things to count, little brother." Damon answered ruffling Stefan's hair, making it stick up wildly.
"Ow!" Bonnie's scream of pain had everyone thrown into alert. They looked to see the witch was bent down on the ground, grasping her hand to her chest muttering a curse. The collar the vampire had put around Damon's neck was lying on the floor next to her.
"It burned me!" She exclaimed holding her finger out to see there were little burn marks on her fingers the same that had appeared on Damon's neck with little ineligible words.
Suddenly out of nowhere Damon's mood distastefully changed in the snap of a second. One minute he was joking around with Stefan and the next he was halfway across the room, near the open window, growling like a dog, fangs bared out.
"Damon!" They all shouted, asking questions and telling him to come back.
The air was tense with aggression seeping from Damon.
"More like a dog every day, Damon." A smooth voice entered the room from a unknown source causing everyone's heads to snap around looking for the man that had just spoken.
At the other end of the room he stood. He was tall and near the same age as Damon, around twenty four. He seemed to be just as gorgeous as well.
He had a tall lean body, well toned muscles that were clear against a tight black, v-neck shirt and dark, tight jeans. His hair was a wave of shocking, brilliant, platinum white that fell a little past his ear.
It hung around his head jaggedly, brushing down low over dark green eyes, the color of polished emeralds.
He moved like a jaguar, with strong, long strides that seemed almost lazy in movement but built with tension and such grace that you knew he was capable of going faster then imaginable.
He stood with a strong confident pose that seemed inhuman letting everyone know in the room what he was, a vampire.
He flashed a huge grin in everyone's direction revealing two pointed fangs as if to prove the point.
He acted so much like Damon they could be twins.
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