So this was going to be A Oneshot but since I had so many lovely people reviewing and asking for more, I decided I could possibly get this story going more. Hope you like it.

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"I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul…"

***Two Weeks Later***

Damon's POV

I walked up to the house that Klaus was in. I listened as he threatened them, trying to get information about the werewolves. There were two females and they were giving him a hard time. I knew that this would end up badly…at least for them. I happened to like the orders Klaus gave me from time to time.

I stood by the back door, waiting for the cue. Ah, there it is. I smiled when the door flew open. The girl stood there, her eyes widened with terror. Klaus gave me his smirk that was almost as good as mine. He forced the girl to invite me in.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. He ordered me to kill one girl fast and make the other suffer. This would be fun.

. . .

Later that night, I met up with Klaus in one of the bars downtown. I walked into the lounge to see him sprawled across the couch, a different female on each side of him. He had his arms around them as he spoke in his lovely accent. I knew he was charming them beyond anything they could comprehend themselves.

I felt a pang of jealousy at these women; Klaus was mine.

His eyes met mine as I sat on the leather chair before them.

The girls were giggling, each trying to catch his attention more than the other. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottle of scotch. I took a large swig, loving the way it burned through my stomach.

"So did you take care of our little friends?" Klaus asked me, his smirk glowing.

I grinned back "They are well taken care of," I said, taking another drink.

"Ah, very good," Klaus said, his eyes mischievous "Now ladies….go on now."

One of the girls frowned "Oh but I want to be with you."

"Go. Now," Klaus said in a flat tone.

Both of the girls huffed before leaving the lounge area. I supposed Klaus compelled the owner to not allow anyone over here unless he wanted it. Normally, these would be full.

I glanced around at the emptiness and lifted my eyebrows. This was really nice, though.

"Damon," Klaus said, his voice holding authority. I grinned at that.

"Yes, master?" I said sarcastically. It was kind of true, though.

"Come…sit with me," Klaus ordered, patting the cushion next to him.

I nodded and made my way over to him. I sat on the leather couch, sighing as my body relaxed into the soft cushion. I hadn't realized how bad my body ached.

Klaus then grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. I glanced around, wondering if anyone was watching. I could see no eyes around so I lay against him as he wrapped one arm around me.

"You are the perfect companion," he said "You kill when I say…and you were quite good in bed."

"Quite good?" I asked with a laugh "I rocked your world."

He chuckled "Conceited much?"

"Just speaking the truth," I said, turning to face him.

His expression was blank "That may be true," he said, his eyes meeting mine "Remind me."

My stomach turned. We had never actually done anything since that first night. We had gone all the way and though it was my first time, it had come naturally. I still hated Klaus but I couldn't deny that I enjoyed someone's company who was as dark as me. I also couldn't deny that he was amazing in bed. We had a complete love/hate relationship.

I leaned forward and placed my lips to his. I was surprised when he kissed back softly, moving his hand to hold my face. He brushed his fingers against my jaw, sending chills through me.

I closed my eyes, giving myself to him. He slowly parted his lips, allowing me access to taste him. I took advantage, allowing my tongue to wrestle his. He then pushed against my body, forcing me to lay on my back as he crawled over me.

I loved the feel of his strong body against mine. He grabbed my face against, crushing his lips to mine. He then began to kiss down my neck.

I let out a low moan and I felt his body stiffen. He suddenly jumped off of me. For a moment, I could see his features dark and his double canines extended but it only took me blinking for it to disappear.

I sat up "What's wrong?"

"Your free to go," he said, his eyes meeting mine.

My stomach jumped "W-what?" I wasn't sure if I heard him right.

"Go back to my doppelganger," he said, turning away.

I heart jumped. I hadn't realized he knew she was alive. I opened my mouth to speak "Why?"

"Just leave!" Klaus snarled, his features vamping out.

I stood and hesitated.

"Go now or do you not care for your freedom?" Klaus said, not meeting my eyes.

Without another word, I walked away. I knew I should have been thrilled to be free but for some reason, I felt hurt.

Klaus's POV

I felt really strange as Damon walked away. I hadn't felt any emotions for almost 1000 years…I had almost forgotten what it is like to feel something.

There was a lump in my throat as I stared at the bottle of scotch on the table. I almost tore his throat out when I kissed his neck. I was a threat to him and he didn't even know it. Being a hybrid, it seemed harder to control bloodlust, especially with another vampire. The instinct to kill vampires happened to come with my werewolf side.

I didn't even understand why I cared about killing Damon. I haven't cared about anyone as long as I could remember. Being around Damon seemed to bring something out in me that I've tried to hide for so long. I actually cared for him and I couldn't allow that; it would be my greatest weakness. I had to send him away before it became more.

I felt unusually cold now without him here. I took a deep breath, realizing I was just losing it. Without hesitation, I ordered my two females over.

Damon's POV

I stood in the driveway of the boarding house, staring at my Camaro, which happened to be in the exact place I left it. I was debating on whether or not to go inside. I could hear Stefan and Elena inside, talking about tracking Klaus to find me. If they knew I was back, they would stop looking and I would never be able to find him. Nobody found Klaus unless he wanted them to.

I felt anger surge through me. I couldn't understand why I was so pissed and hurt over the fact that he sent me away. Was I not good enough? I could be a better ripper if that's what he wanted. With Klaus, for the first time in many years, I felt something more than anger or jealousy; I felt compassion and I felt normal and wanted.

Without thinking, I snarled and grabbed the bumper of my Camaro. In a swift movement, I flipped it onto its back. The sound of bending metal and shattering glass echoed.

I clenched my fists as I stared at it. Great, now I had to get that fixed.

I heard the front door open and before I could look over, I was being slammed into the ground by Stefan.

It only took a millisecond for me to throw him off and get back to my feet. I crouched, ready to toss him again if I needed to.

He stopped and squinted in the darkness "Damon?"

"Brother," I said, grinning.

His eyes widened "What are you doing here?"

"Klaus sent me away," I said, feeling pain instead of joy.

"OMG Damon!" Elena shouted, running over to me.

I couldn't help but smile when he jumped into my arms. I missed her, of course. I smiled as I breathed in the lovely scent that was all Elena. She let me go after a moment.

"I've been so worried about you," she said "We've been trying to find you."

"We didn't want to be found," I said simply.

A flicker of sadness reached her face "I'm just glad you're okay."

I nodded, wondering why I didn't want to be back here; I had Elena.

"Why did you flip your car?" Stefan asked, knitting his eyebrows at my now totaled car. He knew it was my favorite vehicle I'd ever owned.

I shrugged "I felt like it," I said, still wondering why I did it.

With that, I walked into the boarding house. Instantly, I walked over to the table of alcohol. I lifted my favorite bottle of scotch and poured myself a drink. I sipped it, absorbing in the taste. I brought the bottle to the couch and sat down, staring at the fire.

. . .

2 Weeks later

. . .

Klaus's POV

I frowned as I sat up in the empty hotel room. Its been a month since I had somebody to wake up next to. I went 1000 years without caring if someone was here or not and all it took was 2 weeks of waking with Damon to change everything.

I didn't want to care. I wouldn't care. I sighed, knowing it would be impossible. I wondered what he was doing at the moment. He was probably still trying to take Elena away from his brother. I felt slight jealousy at that. I had to go back…

Damon's POV

I walked over to the shop where my Camaro was ready for pick up. I compelled the mechanic to give it to me free of charge. I smiled, loving the new paint job. It glimmered in the sunlight. I revved it up and was pleased when it drove better than before. I would now have with for many more years.

I was on my way back to the boarding house when I decided to stop at the Grill. When I walked in, it was pretty empty considering it was only 2 in the afternoon. I sat at the bar and ordered a scotch. I wondered where Klaus was and if he had made any hybrids yet.

"Hey Damon," came Alaric's voice.

I glanced at him and gave him a nod. I really needed the company.

He sat down beside me "Okay…you need to tell me…what is going on?"

"I'm thirsty," I said, holding up my drink and sipping the rest.

"Seriously…you have been all out of sorts since you came back," Alaric noted "What did you and Klaus do?"

The sound of his name said out loud gave me the goosebumps. Nobody really talked about him unless it was discussing what they thought he would do next. Alaric was the first person to ask a personal question.

"Nothing I wouldn't have done on my own," I said, snapping my fingers for the bartender to bring me another drink.

Alaric was silent for a moment "Do you miss him?"

My stomach plummeted and I shot my eyes at him "Excuse me?"

His wore a serious expression "Do you miss him?" he asked again.

"Psh…no, why would I miss the man who tried to kill Elena?" I said, the back of my mind telling me that I did miss him.

He stared at me for a moment "You don't have to hide it from me, Damon. I can tell something is wrong. I'm your only friend."

I rolled my eyes "I don't miss Klaus," I lied "He is nothing but a worthless piece of sh-"

I was cut off by a scent that filled my nostrils. I glanced around, looking for the source. The smell was sweet and earthy…the scent of a werewolf mixed with vampire.

My heart dropped when I saw Caroline walk in with Tyler. I sighed, realizing I was most likely not going to see Klaus again for a long time.

"What are you looking at?" Alaric asked, glancing around everywhere.

"Nothing," I said, turning back to the fresh drink in front of me.

"You can talk to me, Damon," Alaric said again.

I wanted to talk to him, I really did but how could I explain something that I denied.

"I have to get home," I said, guzzling down my glass and standing up. I threw a ten on the bar before turning towards the door.

Klaus's POV

I watched from a distance as Damon left the bar. He appeared angry and hurt; his expression was torn. He looked more distraught than I had ever seen him. I wanted to run over and make him my follower again. I didn't want him to get hurt, though.

I ground my teeth, knowing I shouldn't care. If I killed him, this would all end…no more distractions.

He stood by his car and for a split second, I thought he saw me, standing by the building across the street. His eyes shot in my direction and in a flash, I disappeared.

I decided to make this go on a few more chapters. There will be some good KLAMON SLASH coming up! I wanted to build up a relationship. PLEASE reviewww. Pretty please.