A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*


Damon listened to the hunter's bated breath as he continued teasing her with his lips and fingers. The vampire knew she longed for his touch even after his brutal attack against her. He had gotten under her skin refusing to release her from his influence even now as she had given up the struggle and surrendered to his wills. Her eyes betrayed what her mind and soul was truly experiencing as they were half lidded with slate hints of lust peering through. A thin smiled played upon the vampire's lips seconds before they crashed hard against hers.

Anger, love, lust, hatred and pain ignited the passion between them as their mouths ravished and thrashed the other in desperation and need. Damon ripped away Brooklyn's jacket hurriedly tossing it aside as the vampire didn't want to sever the contact for long. Brooklyn hungrily popped the buttons of his black long sleeved shirt eager to run her hands over his cool but chiseled flesh. The smooth fabric gave way opening up the vampire's body for her to take and taking was what the hunter had in mind. Her hands roughly shoved the cumbersome material aside raking her nails along his sides and abs. Damon hissed with pleasure and pain knowing it was unbridled anger that was feeding through his lover's body as the sharp stinging sensations tore across his skin but god it was so worth it to feel the heat of her being within his arms once again.

Damon ripped away the thin black shirt as she flung his shirt aside and fumbled with his jeans. The yearning grew powerful as the hunter fed from the energy coursing through his veins turning their hunger to the point of becoming painfully unbearable for both. Brooklyn grinned sinisterly at her undead lover as her palm cupped his solid hard cock and slowly massaged through the thin cotton boxers. Damon growled deep within his throat at the delicious teasing he endured and forcibly tugged at the top of his hunter's jeans. Her scent filled his senses and seared through his body feeding the sexual drive that continued to intensify inside, screaming to break free within the tight heat of his lover's body. He growled impatiently as the denim refused to relent but felt Brooklyn's smaller nimble hands slip around her back forcing the last bit of resistance aside.

The hunter gasped as Damon's hand crept down the front of her boy shorts swirling a finger between her heated folds. Brooklyn felt her hips rocking in sync with each swift stroke as the rising tide dominated her and the hunter didn't resist. The scent of her and sex blended together as his fingers slickened with her essence telling the vampire she was willing and ready. The quiet sharp cries played like music upon his ears, a sort of symphony coinciding with the rapid beating of her heart beckoning him with their seductive rhythm. His body could feel the warmth of her fingers and palm circling around his weeping erection and steadily begin pumping him. Their eyes briefly locked showing the other the raw inferno raging within, an undeniable bond that no one not even Katherine could sever. The vampire caught the glints of desire sparkling in her cloudy hues as the fire in her soul broke down her defenses.

Damon devoured her mouth, hungering for more from his copper haired hunter. Brooklyn felt him slip away her hand and lift her legs from beneath her opening her body for Damon to take. The thickness of his cock took her body by force but the hunter merely growled and fisted the raven tresses hearing the vampire hissing in surprise and pain as her slender fingers threatened to rip his very scalp off. But just as fast they loosened their vise like hold and carded through the dark silken strands in a tender gesture. Damon roughly thrusted upward slamming his hips violently against the hunter's but never once hearing a whimper or cry escape Brooklyn's lips. Brooklyn wrapped her legs around his tight waist and capture his flush swollen lips with a hard kiss. She felt the rage swell higher and higher with each collision of their bodies as the beginnings of orgasm coiled within. Her lips started to quiver in anticipation and body clenched around Damon's swollen cock. Damon reached out fondling her breasts, rolling the tiny erect buds with thumbs and forefingers. He knew it would drive her mad and push her closer to the brink- he wanted to hear her cry in release. His mouth nipped and licked her neck and collarbone, lacing his lips and tongue with sweat, sex and her – a perfect blend that he would never forget.

"Damon!" Brooklyn cried out feeling her body erupt and clamp down around her lover's cock. Damon pumped harder inside sensing the second rush sweep all throughout Brooklyn. His cock turned slick with the sweet stickiness of her release coating his hips and thighs though Damon didn't notice as he was caught in the grip of his impending release. The lower part of his body coiled and contracted then erupted in a fury of thick ropes of release that spread into her waiting body coating the velvety walls.

The warmth spread from her core to the rest of her body purging the anguish from each nerve and vein leaving behind a sated content soul in its wake. Damon looked up to see her pleading with those deep soulful depths.

"Do it…." The vampire brushed aside her hair spying the carotid artery pulsing just beneath the surface. His eyes morphed to their feral state and fangs unsheathed anxious to feel the crimson ambrosia run down their ivory sides. Brooklyn closed her eyes and tilted her head inviting the vampire closer to heaven. Damon seized her throat and pierced the thin warm skin tasting the first drops of iron and copper dance across his tongue. He kept them locked tightly as one refusing to let her slip away from him again as he fed from his hunter. Damon lapped the loose drops not wanting to miss on a single trickle of precious blood. He was careful not to take too much and carefully withdrew licking the wound clean then tenderly kiss the spot.

Brooklyn slumped forward into Damon's arms unable to form anything coherent let alone lift her arms in protest when the vampire whisked her up the stairs towards the bedroom. Damon wasn't about to let Mason Lockwood have any more time with Brooklyn than he already had and was determined to keep her with him.

"I have to go…." She muttered.

"Shhhh," Damon shushed her with his lips. "No you are not going anywhere."

"Told Mason….."

Damon growled at mention of Mason but didn't tell Brooklyn his feelings of the Lockwood. Instead he shoved the image of Surfer Boy aside and channeled his energy to the one beside him. Katherine made him so volatile but he couldn't shake the feelings he still harbored for the vampire. He wanted to hate the dark haired one for ripping his heart out and stringing him along for almost 150 years. He had unraveled, fallen apart at the seams which culminated in snapping Brooklyn's neck right in front of Alaric. Damon had lost control, something he had prided himself in over the last century. But Katherine had struck a raw nerve and tore open the old wounds of the past revealing the beast that had been dormant.

A part of the vampire wanted to turn her, make her feel what he had felt: nothing. That part wanted to hurt and demoralize Brooklyn and Alaric making them suffer as he had suffered. To have the cold and darkness embrace them both as it had taken him.


"Brook?" Alaric called out as he returned home. The meeting had taken less time than he thought much to the teacher's delight and made tracks home to see his hunter. But the house was quiet and dark though Alaric wasn't alarmed initially. He dropped his bag noticing her laptop was missing from its usual perch and quickly tried calling her cell.

"Damn it," he muttered when it went straight to voicemail and thought for a moment before trying Stefan. To his relief he got an answer.

"Stefan it's Alaric. I can't find Brook and her phone goes straight to voicemail. Is she with you?"

He battled to restrain the panic slowly creeping in but Stefan picked up on the human's anxieties.

"No she's not….."

Alaric was pacing around the living room attempting to think of where she could be. It wasn't like her to just up and vanish like that…..

"Alaric? Alaric are you there?"

"Damn it! Stefan I'll call you back," Alaric snapped his phone shut and darted out the door.


Brooklyn lay fast asleep beneath the sheets, exhausted and depleted of strength. Damon lightly kissed her shoulder and neck hearing her sigh in her sleep. The hunter had shattered the wall that day in Louisiana though neither she nor Damon realized it. Brooklyn had brought balance where Katherine brought chaos.

"What are you doing!" Stefan appeared in the doorway. His eyes were trained on Damon though he was aware of Brooklyn's presence.

"What's it to you?" Damon yawned and stretched.

"What did you do? Did you compel her?"

"No," Damon snorted, "She came to me."

"I don't believe it," Stefan adamantly shook his head at his brother's blatant arrogance.

"Well believe it little brother."

"You do realize Alaric is searching for her and will figure out where she is and who she's with."

"So? Let him come," Damon smirked. "He probably could use a little purging himself."

"That wasn't funny Damon," Stefan growled. "You snapped Brook's neck last night during your little tantrum!"

Damon winced and narrowed his eyes until two cerulean daggers glared across the room. A thin smile crossed Stefan's lips before he turned and walked away. Damon watched his brother stalk away before slipping out of bed to confront the younger Salvatore.


Alaric seethed as he maneuvered through town, catching the traffic as people scurried to make their way home. He suspected Damon had managed to get Brooklyn alone, taking advantage of her in her current state of mind no doubt. Alaric had warned Stefan to keep his brother away from Brooklyn in wake of last night's incident and was going to make good on his threat.


Damon strolled into the library where Stefan stood by the fireplace. Without uttering a word, he crossed the room towards the kitchen for he craved something stronger than bourbon. Stefan followed his brother finding Damon pouring blood into a tumbler.

"Would you care for one?"

"No thanks I'm not hungry," Stefan shook his head, "I just ate."

"Aren't you worried that one day all the forest animals will band together and fight back? Surely they talk."

Stefan pointed to the blood bag on the stand telling Damon, "I'm glad that it's a blood bank and not a sorority girl supplying you dinner- or Brooklyn for that matter."

"I like this – You walking around on egg shells around me because you think I'm gonna explode. I like it! It's very suspenseful! Kind of adds an air of danger don't you think?"

"What's Brooklyn doing here?"

"I think the Lockwoods are keeping a secret. I mean the Gilbert device affected them but vervain didn't so they have to be something else!"

"So this is your new obsession?"

"If you would rather have some unknown supernatural element running rampant in our town then fine I'll drop it."

"You do realize that one Alaric is gunning for you after last night and two we haven't heard the last of Katherine. You do know that right? I mean we have no idea what she's up to."

"Well I'm leaving that up to you to find out because I have more important things to do: like explode. Cheers!"

The sound of the front door opening and slamming shut echoed loudly through the house as Alaric charged through the entry way and down the hall until finding Damon and Stefan in the library.

"What did you with her?" His tone was cold hard but even as he held a stake in his hand.

"Alaric," Stefan jumped between Damon and Alaric hoping to avoid a bloodbath, "Brook's upstairs sleeping."

"What?" Alaric shot a look at Damon that could've killed the vampire on the spot.

"Will you relax? I didn't turn her Ric! But she did have a lot to get off her chest….."

The smirk formed upon the vampire's lips angering Alaric even further. He lunged for the vampire but Damon simply skirted to the side knocking the human hard to the ground. Damon reached down grabbing Alaric by the collar and dragging him to his feet.

"Damon stop it!"

Brooklyn stood in the doorway with eyes wide in terror at the scene before her. Tears sprung in her eyes as she stepped down into the library with a hand extended towards them both.

"Please just let him go….."

Uh oh...What's a hunter to do?