A/N: I unfortunately don't own the characters or the series just my writing.

"Where have you been?"

Stefan Salvatore was the first to greet his brother Damon Salvatore the second he entered the house.

"Hello Stefan. How are you this fine evening?" Damon sauntered through the house, licking his lips every so lightly. "Oh wait I forgot. My brother's on a vegan diet for the past 100 years right? My mistake." He smirked at Stefan who watched his every move.

"You promised." Stefan said quietly.

Damon spun around and raised his eyebrow ever so slightly. "Promised what?"

Stefan took a step closer to his brother. "That you wouldn't kill someone."

Damon grinned. "Wow news travels fast—and I thought we had unmatchable speed."

Stefan shook his head at Damon. He never understood how Damon could take all this so lightly. Being a vampire in such a small town came with its own set of responsibilities. "Sheriff Forbes called. You left your cell here."

"Oh? And how is the fine sheriff this evening?" Damon walked into the living room, collapsing on the couch while Stefan trailed after her.

"She told me there was another attack tonight." Stefan said. "I know it was you Damon."

Damon shrugged. "It could've been another too you know Stefan. I'm probably not the only one who actually gets a kick out of the kill."

"You promised Elena you wouldn't do it anymore Damon. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Elena Gilbert. Her name always did this to him. Damon knew she loved Stefan and he loved her but that didn't stop him from having his own feelings for her. Elena looked like Katherine sure but she was so completely different that Damon couldn't help but be drawn to her. He had told her too, on occasion what she meant to him but she had always shot him down saying she loved Stefan; his younger brother.

That was the main similarity between Elena Gilbert and Katerine Peirce. They both toyed around with Damon's feelings and then left him in the end for Stefan.

Damon frowned at Stefan. "It means something to me. But what your precious Elena doesn't know won't kill her."

The phone rang before Stefan could try to dispute that and Damon picked it up with a grin. "Damon Salvatore here."

He talked in hushed tones and left Stefan curious about who it could be and if Damon was planning something again. A few seconds later Damon stood up, taking his iPhone and dropped it in his leather jacket pocket.

"Where are you going?"

Damon glanced back at Stefan and contemplated giving him an answer but then true to his usual self he walked out of the house leaving Stefan feeling frustrated.

"Who's Damon Salvatore?" Sam asked the Sheriff in a hushed tone.

Elizabeth Forbes glanced up at the two men who had identified themselves to her as Federal Bureau Investigators.

"I really don't feel comfortable discussing this with you." Liz said speaking quietly into her walkie talkie.

Sam glanced at Dean who winked at his younger brother. "Let me handle this."

He walked up to Liz who raised her eyebrow at him. "What?"

Dean gave her a smirk. "Well I just wanted to talk to you one on one."

"I have a dead body lying here in front of me and you really want to do this now?"

Dean backed away. "Maybe another time."

"I suggest you two leave and come back to the station in the morning to talk about the case alright?"

"Liz," a tall lean man got out of his black 1967 Chevy Camaro greeting the Sheriff as he walked towards her. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead and Dean watched as he strutted towards Liz, his blue eyes attempting to smoulder her.

Sam watched Dean's admiring eyes run over the car. It was gorgeous and kept in perfect condition. Couldn't hold a candle to the Impala though.

"Damon," Liz said softly. "We've had another one." She glanced towards Sam and Dean so Damon turned to face them. "They're FBI's sent by the head office in Washington, come to investigate."

Damon nodded slowly. "I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore."

"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam said with a smile. He exchanged a look with Dean and knew that the two of them needed to talk about this but of course Dean proceeded to ask more questions.

"Are you a police officer too?" He asked Damon who smirked.

"Hell no. I wouldn't be caught dead in one of these uniforms. Liz however makes them look quite appealing." He smiled at the Sheriff who turned away to talk to one of her deputies.

"Who are you then?" Sam asked.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Curious aren't you? If I'm not mistaken—you two are the newcomers in town so I'll be asking the questions. What brought you to Mystic Falls?"

Dean stared into Damon's blue eyes and for a second he could swear he saw his pupil's dilating but then he looked away when Sheriff Forbes came into the circle again.

"Damon, I'll need you to take care of the scene here."

Damon nodded. "Sure thing."

"And I'll need you boys to get going now. I told you, I'll answer your questions tomorrow morning."

Sam nodded at her and dragged Dean away. "We don't want to be thrown out of the small town right away Dean."

Dean shrugged his brother off. "There's something weird about that Damon guy. Did you see that freaky eye thing he was doing?"

Sam grinned. "Yeah—reminded me of what you do sometimes."

"Shut up Sam." Dean said, getting in the Impala. "Do you see a hotel around here?"

Sam shook his head getting in the passenger seat. "Only quaint little bed and breakfasts."

"Great." Dean said, turning the key in the ignition. "Can't wait."

He drove off in the direction of the Main Street not noticing how Damon Salvatore stared at them through the rear-view mirror with his penetrating ice blue gaze.

RxR please? :D I know they aren't as long but I promise the next one will be longer :)