AN: Hey Guys :)
I do not own the Vampire Diaries, but I would like to own Ian :)
This story is unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own
Damon awoke to the view of the Mystic Grill cellar. His head ached as he felt the last of the injected vervain leaving his system, but sensed a new pain growing. He suddenly became aware of the vervain covered chains binding his arms, torso and legs to a large wooden table amongst the produce left behind in the storeroom. Damon struggled against the chains but soon realised it was futile when the chains cut into his skin. The only sound he made was a hiss as the vervain leaked into one of the open wounds on his noticeably bare chest.
A door slammed just out of his vision and he heard slow, loud footsteps walk up to the foot of the table he was bound to.
'Alight then? Damon?' a voice sneered from below his eyesight. Damon knew that voice and it defiantly wasn't Klaus or the blonde. Damon hissed again as he felt a blade pierce his skin across his ankle. He didn't move though, he knew that his captor would have it out for him even worse if he showed the pain he was feeling. With a laugh, the figure slowly thrust several small stakes into his abdomen and finally walked into his line of sight.
'Kol,' asked Damon, 'what are you doing here? Klaus threaten to put you in a box if you didn't do his dirty work?' Damon's smirk soon turned into a grimace as Kol pushed one of the larger stakes further into his chest cavity and twisted it around.
'What I do is none of your concern Damon' Kol had begun to raise his voice as the helpless vampire he'd had chained began to taunt him. 'Klaus doesn't even know you're here, so don't get your hopes up about being rescued'
'Yeah right, you're more pathetically obedient than his pet hybrids'
'Well, what he doesn't know is what I'm about to do to you,' Kol smirked and turned to a smaller table near the one where Damon was chained and picked up a small, red glass vial.
'You see this?' bringing the vial in front of his face. 'This, dear Damon is my own brothers blood. Why you may ask? Think about it… doesn't your neck hurt?' With a slow smirk and another laugh Kol strode out of the room with the vial, leaving Damon to ponder his last words.
Damon hadn't noticed the stinking on his neck until Kol had mentioned it. It felt like someone had carved a hole into his neck and poured vervain on it. Now that he had realised it was there, there was nothing Damon could do to stop noticing it. His neck began to throb and he felt weak, too weak to contemplate what was in the vial, he didn't care as long as the aching of the bite stopped.
The bite…
Kol's brother's blood?!
The bite into his neck wasn't and ordinary vampire bite. He'd realised all too late that that bite mark on his neck had not come a vampire but from a werewolf hybrid.
.:* -*:.
'What have you done with him?!' screeched the helpless, human. Both Kol and Klaus looked over at the pitiful girl and continued their hushed conversation.
'As I was saying,' Kol shot a cold glare to the figure in the room 'I have Damon Salvatore as you asked, Brother. I have him bound, vervained... and bitten'
Klaus smiled at his younger brother, he had almost though it a mistake sending his younger and more naive brother after one of the Salvatore brothers but it had clearly paid off.
'Now, you need to make him agree to our plan. Damon is selfish, he will save himself over her. He is very influential, one word from him and their entire game plan will change. Don't compel him, because the other one will know. I am trusting you Brother now get back before you screw something up' Klaus then slapped his younger brother across the face with the back of his hand.
Snivelling, Kol made his way from the room and Klaus turned back to the girl tied to the chair.
'Sorry about that Love, you just mean so much to me'.
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