Alright. I have no idea how this turned out. It was so awkward to write xD But anyway. I used some of the spells from Charms because I'm bad at rhyming, so I wouldn't have been able to do anything that sounded even remotely good.

Enjoy,

Nick

It been several days since Malice arrived in Mystic Falls and he spent most of his time researching what happened to him. The fact that he didn't find anything concerning Auradon on the phone he might or might not have stolen, was worrying. Not only that but the fact that there were indeed vampires in this town. So far he had stayed away from anyone who could possibly hurt him while learning as much as he was able to about the town's inhabitants and making sure to find a place to stay without annoying anyone.

One day, the purple-haired boy walked past the Grill when he was pulled into an alley and thrown against a wall "Who are you?" the man he had seen on his first day demanded. He was one of the vampires… Damon, if Malice remembered right.

"Malice."

"What are you?" the vampire hissed, tightening his grip "I have never seen you before, so I ask you one time. Why are you here?"

Maleficent's son raised an eyebrow "Do you honestly think that I want to be in this hellhole of this town? I'm not here to cause trouble." Yet, the boy added silently.

Damon let go of the boy, not catching a lie in his words "What kind of name is Malice?"

"The kind you get from your entitled mother who thinks it's a great idea to name her children after herself," the eighteen-year-old muttered, running a hand through his hair "By the way, if you don't want people to find out what you are, you should be careful who you throw against walls."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Damon shot back, his voice lowering. He glared at the boy, ready to start compelling him.

Malice smirked "You should also be careful of who you talk in front of. I heard you talking to that cute blonde. Not sure if I heard her name…"

"You were the drunk guy on the floor?" the vampire blinked in surprise.

"Not so much drunk, no," the son of Maleficent shrugged and patted the vampire's shoulder to walk past him "I'll just be leaving then."

Damon stared after him for a moment before appearing in front of the purple-haired boy "I don't think so." He grabbed a hold of the smaller boy's chin and stared into the slightly creepy eyes of the guy in front of him "You will forget everything you know about me and every supernatural creature in this town. You will not tell anyone about this."

"Was that supposed to do anything?" Malice snorted, rolling his eyes at the tightening grip "I would be stupid if I told anyone about what happened. Chill. I honestly don't care, so… May I go now?"

The vampire stared at the boy for another short moment "I'll be keeping an eye on you," he warned, stepping to the side.

"Do whatever you want," the eighteen-year-old told the vampire before walking off. Maybe he could have some fun in this bore of a town… Malice smirked to himself. Oh, yes. He could definitely have fun here.


Malice was walking around the park where several people were in the process of setting up everything for the Volunteer Day, just watching people. He was bored… Really bored and just wanted some sort of excitement that wasn't of his making. If nothing were to happen soon, he would probably have to make sure that there was something for him to do. Reading books only worked so long… And the fact that he started practising his magic in the comfort of his home – one that he had also built with magic and a little handy work quite some ways into the woods. He had studied the property lines for quite a while until he had found a spot that didn't belong to anyone.

"What are you doing?" Malice heard Damon's voice from somewhere to his right and froze. The vampire had been true to his word and watched him. Another reason why the purple-haired boy hadn't dared to do anything. Not yet, at least. He had only been in the town for about two weeks. Not enough time to make them feel comfortable with his presence.

Another voice answered, causing the boy to let out a silent sigh "Negotiating peace on your behalf."

"I don't want peace," Damon scoffed.

"Consider it opposite day," his brother shot back.

The raven-haired vampire groaned "Stefan, please tell me you don't seriously think a hand shake just solved our problem."

"No," Stefan shook his head "Actually I think that the first chance Mason Lockwood gets, he's gonna drive a stake through your heart and then through mine, all because you took it upon yourself to try to kill him. So thank you, because we don't have enough problems." With that, he walked away.

Malice stepped closer to the vampire "You know, you're an idiot, right?"

"Oh, great," Damon muttered "You're here as well."

"Just say the word and I'll keep an eye on that guy you were talking about," Maleficent's son offered.

The vampire tilted his head "Why would you do that?"

"Honestly? I'm bored and I would do anything for some excitement. Unless you want me to randomly set things on fire, this is the only thing I can think of at the moment," Malice shrugged.

"What do you want in return?"

The eighteen-year-old hummed "A favour. Not now… But whenever I need your help."

Damon crossed his arms "Why would I agree to that? It seems as if you're getting more out of this deal than me."

"Have it your way then," Malice rolled his eyes, walking off in no particular direction.

It was a little while later when he saw the guy who was after Damon and his brother standing with a blonde woman that he vaguely recognized. From the way they were looking around for listening ears and glancing at the Salvatores, there was only one thing they were talking about. Malice kept his eye on both Damon and the man he didn't know the name of, staying back for now.

The son of Maleficent followed the blonde woman, staying just out of ear shot. When she pulled out her phone, he knew that it was almost time to intervene in one way or another "Look," the woman whispered "I can't talk here. Just get Jess and meet me down the hill at the entrance. And bring a… yes, we need it."

The younger blonde – Caroline walked up "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," the Sheriff shook her head "I just have something…"

"You mean work?" Caroline cut her off "You've surprised me. You lasted longer than five minutes."

Liz sighed "It's important."

The young vampire scoffed "It always is."

As soon as she was gone, Elena walked up to her friend "What's going on?"

"I don't know," Caroline mumbled "Something's up."

"She knows," Malice interrupted "About the Salvatores that is."

The two girls turned around in surprise "Who are you?"

The purple-haired boy shrugged "Does it matter right now? I'm here to help. Nothing more."

"How do you know about Damon and Stefan?" Elena questioned, narrowing her eyes at the boy in front of her. She had seen him around occasionally but never really noticed him talking to other people.

"I repeat. Does it matter?" Malice questioned, his voice brimming with annoyance. He already regretted trying to help and turned to the blonde vampire "Can you hear anything?"

Caroline titled her head before letting out a shocked gasped "Oh god."

"What is it?" Elena urged.

"He's right," the blonde murmured, nodding towards Malice "Damon and Stefan are in trouble." With that, she took off into the woods, the other two following her. Elena was stumbling over her own feet while Malice moved surprisingly gracefully. Not only because he was used to running around but it was one of the things he had gotten from his father. No matter how much Malice hated the guy, his genes were useful for the most part "They've been here."

"What?" Elena squinted, seeing the blood that was smeared on one of the plants.

Mason stepped towards the group of three "What are you three doing out here?"

"Have you seen Stefan?" the brunette girl questioned, trying to keep her voice level.

"Yeah Elena, I've seen him," the man nodded "Seen Damon too."

"Where are they?"

Mason smirked "You don't need me to tell you that. I'll let your friend here sniff them out." He looked at Caroline "Does your mother know what you are? I'd be happy to tell her." The blonde started towards him but he caught Elena from behind, strangling her with an arm under her chin "Don't be stupid. Necks snap easily around here."

The purple-haired boy looked from one girl to the other before he sighed. Well, at least he got his 'excitement' now… The boy stared at Mason with narrowed eyes that started glowing a poisonous green for a moment before the man started blinking lethargically, only to slump to the ground. Malice held out his hand for Elena to take "Come on."

"What… What just happened?"

"Never mind that," the son of Maleficent muttered, shooing them in the direction of where he could hear a commotion "They're down here."

Elena stared at him "How do you know that?"

"Shh," Caroline hissed, her eyes narrowing.

"Caroline? Caroline, what is it?" the brunette questioned urgently.

The blonde closed her eyes for a moment "My mom. She's killing them."

"What?!" Elena demanded, going to run forward. She didn't get very far before Caroline caught her arm "We have to stop them, Caroline."

"No, I can't," Caroline whispered "Elena, she's gonna find out about me… I can't."

Malice looked from one girl to the other before silently making his way into the cellar "Stay here. I'll get them out."

"Wait," Elena stopped him "Who are you?"

"Are you kidding me?" Caroline muttered "He's helping us. I'm sure that you will find out when Damon and Stefan are not going to get killed… Thank you."

Malice nodded tightly "Welcome. Keep her here."

"Please don't hurt my mother," the blonde vampire pleaded.

"I won't," the eighteen-year-old hummed "Just making sure that she forgets about this."

As soon as he was close enough, he hid behind a corner.

"Let this group,

quick as a sneeze.

Stop this coup,

and quickly freeze."

It was rather comical to him to see several people frozen in their half-walking states. Inside the room was the Sheriff along with two other men and the two vampires lying more or less conscious on the floor. Malice walked towards Liz without a care in the world.

"What are you doing?" Damon groaned.

Malice looked at him for a moment before turning back to the woman and the men

"Thoughts, beliefs, ideas, truths, images.

All of these you hold onto tightly,

What I now mention you will release. You will forget about everything that has to do with the Salvatores being vampire, you will forget what happened down here and go back to the park." Malice fell to his knees next to Damon "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," the vampire hissed, already digging out the bullets "Stefan… Can you help him."

Malice scratched his head sheepishly "Healing isn't my forte…"


Later, the Salvatores were back at the Boarding House with Malice, Elena and Caroline. Stefan and Elena were talking quietly, the younger vampire relaxing on the couch, sipping on some animal blood that Damon had gotten him.

"Why did you help?" Damon spoke up, looking at the purple-haired boy who had been looking through the bookshelves in the room.

Malice shrugged "Why wouldn't I?" In truth, he couldn't care less about what happened to them. But the boy would do everything to relieve the boredom that had a tight grip on him. Especially since the whole situation had caught up with him a few days ago. Malice wasn't sure whether he would ever see his sister and her friend again and that hurt. They might not have listened to him but he still loved them and wanted them around.