Chapter 10

Damon waited till the end of the day to go collect the ring from Bonnie. He hadn't turned up at school on Monday, too worried about Lucerna's health that hadn't become worse, but it hadn't become better either. Even now, as he walked to collect the ring, Damon was having second thoughts.

Maybe there was a way he could reverse the spell? Perhaps there was a way that Lucerna's health could return to normal and he could continue the way he had for centuries. If he'd gone this long without the ring, then surely he could continue? But Elena. Elena wouldn't accept him if he still killed without any conscience. What they had was still fragile. Damon couldn't risk that…

"Damon, come in. I've got the ring ready for you."

Damon ground his teeth at the tone of her voice. It was so casual and promising as if she expected him to go along with whatever amount of shit she threw at him. He pushed open the door more forcibly than what he intended to. Maybe today would be the day when everything came to the top and boiled over. Perhaps all the emotions he'd been bottling up would spill over and he could frighten Bonnie into being able to reverse the cursed ring…

"You lied. Why?" Damon growled lowly, the atmosphere in the room instantly darkening. "It's Lucerna's blood that you used! She'll die if I kill an innocent!" He stalked forward. Damon's wings itched beneath his skin and he could feel tiny tears appearing between his shoulder blades. It wouldn't be long until he lost control.

Bonnie had the decency to look scared. But she didn't move backwards, instead her steely gaze looked steadily back at him. "Good," she said, and her voice didn't shake. There was no hint of her fear in her voice. "Why? Because it will act as a deterrent to stop you from killing innocent people. You wouldn't have accepted otherwise. Not only will you have a conscience to remember your crimes, but your mother will die if you mess up. Her life is now tied with the lives you take. One mistake, and she's gone, Damon."

He'd never moved so fast. In a second his hand was around her throat, tightening over her windpipe. Still she didn't look scared. "I'll kill you," he said lowly, his vision beginning to flicker. "I'll fucking kill you," his voice was harsh and rough with emotion.

"So you're going to kill your mother already?" Bonnie said, her voice breaking slight when Damon squeezed harder. "I'm innocent, remember?" The sparkle of life in her eyes mocked Damon's as his dead eyes continued to stare blindly back at her.

"I don't have the ring yet," Damon said softly. The muscles in his hand began to twitch as if to beg him to choke the life from her or swiftly snap her neck. "It won't affect me."

Bonnie's shoulders began to shake as a small laugh came from her. To shut her up, Damon dug his fingernails into the soft flesh of her throat. Tiny crescents of blood began to slowly leak. "The ring is already attuned to you, Damon. Even if you don't wear it, it will still react if you kill an innocent. There's no way out…"

She trailed off as Damon freed her. Her body crumpled to the ground as she drew in a sharp breath. Tentatively she reached to feel her neck, her eyes seeming to darken when he fingers came away covered in specks of blood.

"Who says I have to kill you?" Damon murmured darkly as he began to pace the length of the classroom. He'd seen the ring when he first walked in. It was on Bonnie's desk, placed on a white cloth. It was chunky and the blue Lapis Lazuli was nearly black in the dim light. "Maybe I could rip out your tongue… No, you might need that for teaching; but I'm sure you manage with one arm… Or one arm and a leg." Damon stopped to turn back to her. "You know, I'm a qualified spinal neurosurgeon. I know where to pop, pull and snap to make you paralysed. I could play with your body like a musician does an instrument."

"You wouldn't dare. Not when I have answers you want."

"What answers?" Damon asked lowly. He hated giving her the upper hand, but he need to know.

"About Lucerna's health. I can tell you why it's failing her at the minute."

Damon schooled his expression. He detested the way Bonnie thought so casually about Lucerna's life. She thought he was the monster for killing innocents. There was nothing purer that an angel. Bonnie herself was messing with the scales of nature by even contemplating the making of the ring, never mind actually doing it. "Go on. Talk while you still can."

For once, Bonnie seemed to follow Damon's orders. Maybe she was more terrified than what she looked. "Lucerna's health will improve. It'll gradually improve over the next few days. The spell used her blood, so it took part of her…I don't know what you'd call it, but her life force. So it temporarily drained her. She'll be back to normal in a couple of days."

Damon still didn't believe her. "You're not lying again are you? Because if you are, then I might put my spinal neurosurgeon skills to the test." He moved over to the desk, grabbing the ring as he did. He placed it on once finger, surprised at the comfortable fit. But he still hated it. He hated how foolishly he'd walked into a trap…

"Remember what I said, Damon," Bonnie murmured as he walked out of the room. "One mistake and she's dead."

Angel of Death

It was a few days after Damon's confessions that Alaric finally plucked up the courage to ask the question Elena had been waiting years to hear him say. Jenna and Elena had been sitting at the dining room table, a box of biscuit between them. The room had been filled with sadness as Jenna comfort ate and spilled all of her irrational thoughts to Elena. Not that she minded. Jenna had listened to all of Elena's rants; whether they were justifiable or just blowing off steam. So for once she sat there and listened, nodding her head and 'hmm-ing' whenever she felt reason to. And the biscuits were good. Very good.

So far, out of Jenna's disjointed sentences and worries, Elena had managed to pick up that Jenna thought that Alaric was having an affair. If it wouldn't have been so tactless, Elena would have laughed out loud. Alaric and affair were two words Elena had never thought she'd hear in the same sentence. Even the notion that Alaric could be cheating…was…it was hilarious.

Jenna would have to be stupid not to see the way Alaric idolised her. His eyes would always search for her if they were in a crowd. He was automatically drawn to her, and his eyes would sparkle whenever he was near her. They laughed and joked as if they'd grown old together (which they had, they'd been together for what seemed like forever) but they weren't old enough to be old. The only thing Alaric hadn't done was pop the big question.

"And I've heard him talking in the spare room. But it wasn't loud enough for me to hear exactly what he was saying," Jenna continued, speaking around a mouthful of biscuit. "And he keeps saying," she put on a fake voice that sounded gruff and nothing like Alaric. "Oh, don't worry, Jenna! I'll get the shopping' for weeks! How does all of that, not add up to cheating?"

Elena shook her head. It did seem a bit suspicious when it was all put together like that. But even so, Alaric…cheating? It just didn't add up. "I don't think he's cheating," Elena said slowly. "That's not in his nature. And I'd string him up if he was… Or at least get someone taller to do it for me. Face it, I'm way too short to do myself."

"What could he be doing then?" Jenna tapped her foot on the tiled floor impatiently. "There's nothing he could be doing except cheating!" She exclaimed. Jenna's hands began to shake violently, the biscuit she was holding her hand beginning to crumble.

"Maybe he was going to do this?" Alaric's voice came from behind Jenna, making them both jump with surprise. The guy could have the stealth of a hunter sometimes!

They both turned at the same time though Jenna's eyes widened significantly. The biscuit she was eating fell from her hand and her mouth was wide with shock. "A-are you being serious?" she whispered, still not believing the site in front of her.

Alaric was down on one knee, a small black velvet box in his right hand. With his left he opened it, revealing a diamond ring that shimmered in the dull kitchen light. "I tried to prepare a speech, or something, I really did…but… I've forgotten it all. I had everything planned but now, I've never been so nervous in my life." Alaric's voice shook slightly as he asked the next question. Despite Elena being in the same room as them, his eyes were locked constantly on Jenna's. "Will you marry me?"

Unlike proposals in bad sitcoms, there was no screaming. There was no jumping up and down and waving of hands, and bringing down ceiling lights in the process. Instead Jenna continued to look at Alaric, jaw-slacked. Elena could swear she even saw a few flies fly in and out of her mouth.

"You know, if you're going to take this long can I get up from my knee? I might not be that old, but these bones aren't what they used to be…"

"Yes, you silly git. Yeah to both." An face-splitting grin lit up Jenna's face and she launched herself towards Alaric. Her arms wrapped around his body in a suffocating hold. They clung to each other for what seemed like forever. Alaric's hand drew comforting circles on Jenna's back, while Jenna buried her face into the crook of his neck.

Elena suddenly felt like she was intruding on something very private. She stood from where she was sat and took the biscuits with her. As she stood, Alaric looked up. He smirked over Jenna's shoulder and did a thumb's up sign. "I finally did what you've been telling me to do for years!" he mouthed over Jenna's shoulder.

Elena's chuckle drew Jenna's attention to her. She pulled away from Alaric and said, "You know, you don't have to leave."

"No, it's fine," Elena shook her head. "I've got stuff I need to do." She began to walk away, but as she did she heard Alaric begin to call back to her.

"Like text that Damon kid again? We're not stupid. The doors are thin and we can hear all your conversations."

"Speaking of hearing conversations," Jenna intervened before Elena could shoot back another remark. "I heard you talking to someone in the spare room. Who was it?"

Alaric had the decency to blush. He looked to the floor and then to Jenna again. He even looked past her to Elena, as if she would somehow help him escape from Jenna. Finally, he answered. "I was preparing my speech for this." He waved towards the engagement ring on Jenna's hand. "As you can see, that speech went out of the window."

Before they could say anything else, Elena snuck from the kitchen. As she made her way upstairs, she couldn't help but think about Jenna and Alaric's relationship. They got on so well. Everything about them seemed to match up and they reacted to the other's mood as if they were one mind. Any arguments they had (which was far and few between) lasted on a couple of minutes before they both started laughing and the problem was magically fixed. They were so protective of each other. And nothing ever seemed to bother them, they were so natural and laid back with each other…

And Elena wanted that. She wanted a similar relationship with someone else, no matter who it was. She wanted to laugh with them, to cry on their shoulder, to be able to support them and they support her. She wanted to resolve every petty argument in laughter. Elena wanted someone to look at her as if she was the most important person in the world, and not like she was a freak that was unwanted, that brought a ton of baggage to the relationship…

Without even realising she had done it, Elena had her phone clutched in her hand. Her fingers hovered over the screen, threatening to swipe down to the name that could give her everything.

Damon.

He'd said that Elena was his mate. So that meant he would do anything for her. He'd accept her no matter what her past, present or future held. Damon, even with his own side, would accept her…as she had accepted him.

She pressed call.

There were a few rings, and then Damon picked up. His voice sounded rough and stressed. She could just imagine him running his hand through his thick dark hair. "Hello? Elena?"

"Hey, Damon," she said, trying not to worry over how he sounded. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." There was a crackling noise as if he was shaking his head. She heard him sigh on the other end. "Well, no, not really. Just some stuff has happened. Nothing you need to worry about. How are you?"

"I'm alright," she said as she looked around the room. Something about Damon's tone was off. Something wasn't right and he was brushing it off as if it was nothing. She'd get to the bottom of that… "I was wondering if you wanted to meet up – but if you're busy then it doesn't matter-"

Damon didn't give her time to finish. "No! We can meet up! It'll give me something else to think about. Is now too soon?"

Angel of Death

Elena met Damon on the edge of the forest half an hour later. They'd both agreed on a walk – it was private, and no one would be within hearing distance should any "strange" conversations arise. It was still daylight and the light filtered through the trees in different shades of green. For the middle of November it was surprisingly warm.

Damon was already there when she arrived. They'd agreed to meet by the large oak tree that bordered the forest. Elena nearly stopped in her tracks, just so she could watch Damon for longer. He was leaned against the trunk of the tree, his legs crossed at the ankles. A leather jacket encased his broad shoulders and dark jeans matched it. Damon glanced up as she walked over, his eyes widening for a moment.

Elena didn't know what his eyes were widening for. She was just in her normal skinny jeans with a long sleeved jumper and a scarf. That was nothing special, was it? Unless Damon had a foot fetish or something…that she could understand, the wedges she had on were nice… But Damon and foot fetish? It didn't seem right.

"Hey, sorry about the short notice," Damon apologised swiftly. He pushed himself away from the tree. "You know when you just have to get away? I had that feeling." A look of some sort passed his face and it looked as if he didn't know whether to hug her, kiss her or leave her alone. In the end, he left her alone.

So she took the initiative. It was weird and it made butterflies in her stomach. Elena's hands trembled so she hid them in her scarf. She could do this. She could make the first move…it wasn't anything they hadn't done before. Before she could back out, Elena stood on her tip toes and planted a small kiss on his lips. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she said as she pulled away. "I felt like I was intruding on Alaric and Jenna today."

Damon seemed happier now. He nodded slowly and the earlier look of confusion had disappeared. "Why? Last I saw you were all happy and stuff." Elena jumped when she felt Damon's hand come to clasp hers. When he looked down at her with concern, she smiled back and lifted their joint hands up.

"It was a surprise."

"A good one I hope."

"Oh, yeah. You can hold my hand all you want," she winked as they began to walk. The playful flirty side was coming back out and she wasn't going to stop it. For once Elena would make her mental distrustful barriers fall. "And another surprise was the fact that Alaric finally plucked up the courage to propose to Jenna."

Damon chuckled and he began to swing their arms gently back and forth. "So when are they getting married?"

"Trust me, if it took Alaric this long to propose… They'll be dead and buried before they get married."

"Surely he didn't take that long?"

"He took long enough for me to lose count of the number of years that past." Elena looked over at Damon as they began to stray from the path. When he saw her sideways glance, he reassured her that he wasn't going to abduct her. "If you did that, you'd only end up bringing me back. I'd annoy you after a day or two."

"I don't know about that," Damon murmured as he turned to sit down on a mossy log. "Maybe I should abduct you…it would be a fun backpacking journey."

Elena raised her eyebrows. "Do you honestly see me backpacking? I'm bad enough when I have to use a port-a-loo."

"We could stop off at public services."

"But that wouldn't be much of an abduction would it? People would see me."

"I'd eat them."

Elena couldn't help but scoff and roll her eyes. "You'd eat them? And if you were polite you'd use a knife and fork too?" She took the seat beside him, burying her hands into her scarf for warmth. When Damon noticed that, he took her hands and sandwiched them between his.

"I'd even use a napkin so I wouldn't make too much mess."

"Damon Salvatore's five star cuisine?"

"Totally."

They sat in silence for a few moments. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was just right. Part of Elena was wanting to ask Damon what had happened that he needed to get away from things straight away. But another part respected his privacy… Elena still hadn't told him about Tyler…

"Damon, there's something I need to tell you." She watched cautiously as he looked up. Damon's eyes were guarded and she wondered just how many times people had said that to him. Demons and angles were immortal so he probably heard it quite a bit… How old was Damon?

"Go on…" he looked troubled and the thumb which rubbed soothing circles on her hand stopped. His words brought her out of her thoughts and Elena swallowed.

If she could accept Damon and he wasn't even human, surely he would accept Elena and her ton of baggage? Without delaying the inevitable any longer, Elena began to tell him about Tyler and the day that had changed her entire life.

She'd been walking home from school when Tyler had snapped. Elena told Damon how she thought she could trust Tyler, and that she thought he was a friend, even though she hardly knew anything about him. Damon didn't interrupt her as she continued to tell him how Tyler had tried to rape her while he held a knife to her throat. Instead all he did was pull her close when her voice trembled, squeezed her hand reassuringly when it trembled and didn't push when she paused and started, only to pause again later. It was as if he knew what she had gone through. It was as if he already knew, and knee exactly what to do.

"That's why you don't date?" Damon guessed. Somewhere through Elena's speech, they had moved closer still and her head now rested on his shoulder. She couldn't see his face as he spoke, but Damon's voice was laced with sadness and barely concealed anger. "You let him control so much of your life?"

"That's the reason why," Elena murmured. She turned her head into his shoulder and Damon's unique smell, better than any cologne, enveloped around her. "You're not, you know, annoyed that I didn't tell you sooner? I mean, if you want to ditch the whole "us" thing, you can do…"

Damon suddenly pulled away, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. "You have got to be joking me? I'll give you all the time you need. Just let me be the one to build your trust back up."

"I'll try not to take too long." Elena smiled and moved her hands from between Damon's. Almost instantly she missed the warmth. "Can I ask you something? It's just something I want to try; I know I freaked out last time."

Damon looked extremely puzzled but nodded hesitantly.

"Can I see your wings? It's just…I want to see them when I'm normal and not scared out of my mind."

He looked taken back but Damon nodded. Elena watched him as he took off his leather jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. She frowned when she saw him doing that. Wouldn't his wings just come through slits in the fabric? Not that she minded him stripping in front of her…

As if he could read her mind, Damon smirked and said, "I'd look weird going around school with a ripped shirt. And I'm not a fan of the whole "Stig of the dump" look either." He didn't say any else, instead Damon schooled his expression, closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders.

There was no blood like there was when Elena had first seen Damon's wings. Instead they were clean and unfurled slowly, each feather seeming to grow from the last. Damon's wings were large and blotted out most of the sun light that filtered through the tree canopy. They were tattered and torn but they still look beautiful. As large as they were, they still looked elegant and graceful, each which quivering in the cool breeze.

Elena's heart did quicken. But not in fear. The muscles in Damon's back flexed as his wings steadily beat against the wind. His chest was muscular and a line of dark pubic hair leads into his jeans. A sharp feeling went through her body, a tingling sensation that sent her nerves alight. Elena had never felt anything like it before. Desire. She desired Damon Salvatore. And surprisingly, she didn't freak out about that…

Damon watched her with wary eyes, ready to catch her should she faint or run off through the forest. Elena did neither. Instead she took a few steps towards him, and gently touched the top of his wings. The feathers here were stiffer and brittle, giving structure to the entire wing. Where ever she touched, the feather's quivered and shook, seeming to have their own life. Her fingers skimmed down the rest of his wings. The feathers seemed to mould to her hand, their warmth spreading through her fingertips Elena ran her hands inwards, her fingertips coming to settle on Damon's bare shoulders. She traced her hands back, her nails lightly scraping against his warm, smooth flesh. Yes, definitely desire. And she found it welcoming. Her hands reached between his shoulder blades and gently soothed the large feathers that sprouted from Damon's back.

As she did this, the whole of his wings quivered and shook. She was aware of his breathing quickening and of his breath ghosting over the top of her head. Elena pulled back an inch so she could look into Damon's eyes. They were still normal but the intensity of them seemed to have changed. They were darker, if that were possible, and he couldn't stop looking at her…

"Oh God, Elena. Thank you!" She didn't know what he was thanking her for. And she didn't get time to contemplate it either. Suddenly she was pressed up against a tree, the back rough and cold through her jumper. Damon's face was millimetres from hers and for once she didn't feel scared. And then he kissed her.

It was nothing like their other sweet, short, chaste kisses. This one had passion and desired, and it seemed to tell the other everything. Damon's hands came to rest on her hips, his grip tight but not bruising. Her own hands came to rest on his biceps, her fingers digging into the muscles that flexed beneath her touch. Their lips moved together in synchronisation; nothing was hurried and everything was perfect. When they finally broke apart, they were both panting for breath and their faces were flushed. "Thank you," Damon repeated again. "Thank you for giving me a chance. For giving me the chance to prove to you that I'm different."

Angel of Death

"Oh, how much further? If I'd have known we'd have been trekking through fucking woods, I'd have worn wedges and not heels," Katherine complained as she unsnagged her curly brown hair from a tree.

"Do shut up, love," Klaus said lowly. Dusk was approaching rapidly, as was the cause in November. He wanted to get this done quickly. The last thing he wanted was another humiliating defeat at the hands of that bitch and her bastard fuck buddy. If he was caught summoning more of the bastard's kind then both he and Katherine would be dead for sure. "I never said you had to come."

He heard a grumbling behind him. And then a curse as she stumbled in her ridiculously high heels. "Well, I wanted to know that you weren't sneaking off behind my back with that bitch. God knows you seem to have an obsession with her." How hypocritical of her. Klaus wasn't stupid. He knew that Katherine had sucked off more guys now she was with Klaus than what she had done when she'd been single. She'd probably fucked them all too. Hypocritical. Bitch.

Under his arm, he carried a large wooden board. Written on it, in chipped, faded black writing was the alphabet. Beneath the alphabet was the words "hello", "goodbye", "Yes" and "no." In the growing darkness, the writing was hard to make out. As if to warn them, the sharp breeze constantly tugged at the board and pushed them back. Katherine, if she hadn't dropped it, was carrying a wooden disk; something the spirits could communicate with.

If – or when – they contacted any spirits; the spirit would move the disk to the alphabet, of the words, to spell out certain things. Hopefully they would receive a name or what type of spirit they were dealing with. But more than anything, Klaus wanted something to manifest – something that would hopefully make the bastard and the bitch's life misery.

After the attack on him in the alleyway, Klaus had been left with bruises around his throat that refused to fade. Seriously, how hard had the bastard held him? He was only messing with Elena! And the stupid bitch had just stood there and let that freak strangle him! His nails were broken from where he'd scraped at the freak's arm and the swelling from where he'd hit his head was only just going down.

So now he was going to get back at them. He'd make sure something would manifest that could deal with them. That could harm them both in grotesque ways.

Finally, they came to a clearing in the woods. A large fallen tree dominated the space and a few black feathers clung to the grass. Clearly, Damon had been here.

Klaus placed the board down and sat cross-legged on the damp, dewy grass. Seconds later, Katherine emerged from the woods. Her normally perfect appearance was bedraggled. "Oh you have got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed as she saw Klaus sat on the floor. "These are new jeans. Do you honestly think I'm just gonna sit there?" But in the end, she placed the wooden disk down on the Ouija board and perched on the balls of her feet.

He grabbed the disc and placed it in the centre of the board. Without answering Katherine, he reached for both her hands, joining his with hers. The action rocked Katherine back on her heels, which sunk down into the damp soil. Thankfully, she didn't grumble about it. "Shut your eyes," he commanded. Once shed shut her eyes, Klaus watched the disc intently.

It wasn't necessary that Katherine shut her eyes, but it made sure that she didn't watch what was spelt out. She might have cheated on her, and he might not have any feelings for her…but the sex was good. He wasn't about to give that up by scaring her away.

In his mind, he called out to any spirits that were listening. Klaus relaxed his mind as much as he could despite the harsh wind that made him shiver. He watched as Katherine's hair whipped around her face but she didn't move. She didn't even shiver. It was as if she was in a trance. Good.

The air around him rippled slightly. That was the only sign that something was happening. Slowly, almost as if to tease him and raise his hopes, the small wooden disc began to move. It slid eerily over the board, the wood scraping like nails down a chalk board. Klaus wouldn't admit it later, but he flinched at the sound. In his hands, Katherine turned freezing. He risked a glance towards her, noting that her lips – despite the red lipstick – had turned an awful shade of blue and grey.

The tree branches began to rustle as the winds increased. Loud screeching crow noises filled the forest. A shiver, nothing to do with the wind, trembled down Klaus' back at the brutal, scavenging noise. To the left, a twig snapped. He flinched and looked out of his eye corner as a sense of dread and a nervous feeling began to fill him. Oh fuck! What if it all went wrong? He'd seen what the bastard was capable of turning into… What if Klaus got something worse, that killed him and finished the job?

Klaus calmed slightly as a black, shadowy jackal stepped from the bushes. Instead of fur, its skin clung to its bones in scraps and silver-grey shadows peeled from its skeleton. A half-eaten eye, filled with crawling maggots, turned to look at him.

He didn't scream. It wasn't a matter of not being able to. Klaus just didn't scream. It was as if, on some mentality, he'd prepared himself for things like this to happen. For some reason, it didn't come as a shock.

The jackal continued to watch him, its beady eyes focusing on where his heart pounded in his chest. It took a step forward, the tattered muscles in its skeleton stretching and bursting. Instead of blood, more silver-grey smoke escaped it.

The loud scraping, eerie noise was back. He risked a look down to the Ouija board, eyes widening as he saw the wooden disc move over the letter "s". He swallowed thickly, a hint of regret beginning to make itself known. He shouldn't have done this. He had a fucking, freaky jackal thing looking at him through maggot filled eyes.

As if to look for reassurance, Klaus locked eyes with Katherine's now open and glazed ones. She looked unseeingly through him. So he didn't have to look at the decaying jackal, he looked back towards the board. This time the disc moved quickly over the board as it gained energy.

"Stefan" the disc spelt.

Abruptly all wind ceased. It was deathly quiet. Only the slow, thick thudding of the jackal's bruised heart could be heard. Across from him, Katherine finally focused on him. But her eyes weren't the same. They were her eyes, but there was something odd about them. A mist looked to have descended over them and swirled across her pupil. Suddenly, as if awoken from a trance, Katherine shook her head and her doe eyes returned to normal. Only to widen seconds later.

She broke the bond with Klaus' hands, causing the second name that was being spelt out to stop at "Giusep". Katherine shuffled back quickly, her heels snapping and being left in the mud. For once she didn't care about her clothing. She pushed herself back, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. In shock, her hand shook as she lifted it to point over Klaus' shoulder.

Klaus didn't want to turn. Fear locked in his heart but curiosity won over him. He looked over his shoulder, too afraid to actually turn around.

Two figures stood behind him. One looked younger than Damon, maybe about 16 or 17. His dark brown hair was jelled and styled, unruffled by the sudden wind that had crept up on them. His dark eyes, the same demonic shade as Damon's, stared back blindly. He didn't blink. He didn't say anything. He just stared.

Beside the younger demon (it had dark eyes, and had a strange similarity to Damon so Klaus guessed it was a demon) was an older man. He looked to be in his twenties but his face was lined. Like the younger one, his eyes were dark. He too had similarities to Damon; they shared the same strong jaw and broad shoulders. The same things the younger seemed to have in common with Damon.

When the older spoke, his voice was harsh and demanding. It was more of a snarl than anything else. He took a step forward as he spoke. "Where's my son, boy? Where's Damon Salvatore?"

Hey up! Sorry for the wait, I've been ill lately. Which sucks totally! I'd love to know your thoughts and like before, if you have any questions, just leave them in a review or pm me! I hope you're still enjoying Angel of Death and I hope you review! Thanks for all your previous reviews, favourites and alerts! Xx :D