Chapter 2:
The man lunged at Damon, throwing him into the wall. Damon was up in a flash and holding the man by the neck and using his other hand to twist the man's arm violently.
The man winced under the hold, trying to speak but his throat was held too tight for air to pass through.
Damon put his mouth at the man's ear, "I wouldn't try that again if I were you." He let the man go, giving him one last shove.
The man quickly composed himself, "You are not part of our group then."
"Group?" Damon asked annoyed.
"Damon, can we go?" Emma asked; tears streaming down her face. "Please, let's go."
"You're not going anywhere, missy." said the man, grabbing her by the wrist as he compelled her. "Keith, round up the others!
The man turned around and shut the door to the bar. Damon saw the man, Keith, who was shouting orders to other men and women who must have been vampires.
Suddenly there was chaos.
The bar was filled with screams of terror and pain as vampires attacked the innocent people in the building. Vampires were jumping over tables and chairs, grabbing the legs of screaming people and ripping into their necks with their fangs.
Damon even saw vampires sharing the same human; one at each side of the neck.
The leader of the vampires let go of Emma and shoved her towards Damon, "She's yours. Enjoy." The man laughed maniacally and bit into a man who was banging against the pub's door trying to escape.
Damon watched the event take place; his eyes wide and in surprise. The smell of blood was seeping its way into his nostrils as more and more people were being drained of blood.
He looked towards Emma who was standing in the same place she was left; her eyes staring vacantly.
As hunger consumed him, he bit into the blond girl standing before him. He drank from her until she collapsed onto the floor, completely drained of her own blood.
Damon looked around the bar in disgust as vampires were still wrecking the bar in their lust for blood. He opened the bar door and left immediately.
Shortly after arriving home, he began pulling clothes out of his cupboard and throwing them into a bag and then swung it over his shoulder. Standing outside, he took one last look at his home.
"Goodbye." He muttered, and then rolled his eyes at his own sentimentality, before he sped off through the forest.
Damon stood in front of a large, wooden door. Its door handle was one of those rings which you use to knock with and then push to open the door. He craned his neck upwards and looked at the large leaded windows, taking in the building's solemn presence.
"This place looks like death itself." Damon mumbled while rolling his eyes. He curled his fingers into a fist and knocked on the door, then stood backed and plastered a smirk on his face, waiting for the door to be answered.
A shuffling could be heard behind the door and then it creaked open.
"Jesus!"
"Not quite, Zach. I don't think He looked much like me." Said Damon, highly amused, as the man in front of him stood in shock.
"You can't come in, Damon."
Damon chuckled, "It doesn't work like that, Zach, because this house rightfully belongs to me." He pushed his way past Zach and stood in the hallway of the house; his hands in his front pockets. "This place hasn't changed. Still looks as kitschy as it ever did."
Zach kept his distance from the vampire, "What are you doing here, Damon?"
Damon turned his head and looked the man straight in the eye. "What I'm doing here is not significant. Where's Stefan?"
"He's not here."
"Then where is he, Zach?" Damon asked again; annoyance and impatience seeping from his voice.
Zach's eyes betrayed his fear. "I don't know. Stefan hasn't set foot in this house since the both of you were turned."
In a flash, Damon's hand was at Zach's throat. "Don't give me that. I know Stefan is here. Just tell me where he is and I will spare your pathetic little life."
Zach spoke with the little amount of breath that was in him. "He's in town." He coughed and spluttered as Damon let him go. "He's going to school there."
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Stefan?" Damon laughed, "Is going to school?"
"Unlike you, Stefan actually wants to be a normal human being." Zach replied bravely while rubbing his neck.
Damon snorted, "That's just it, Zach. He's not a human being. He's a vampire, so trying to be one is not going to help him or the kids at school."
"Cut the crap, Damon. As if you care for those kids at school. What do you want with Stefan?" Zach said sharply, not caring for Damon's know-it-all attitude.
"I just wanted to see him again. Do you have a problem with that? I did promise him a life of misery, didn't I?" Damon flashed a grin towards Zach's horrified face before leaving the house and shutting the door.