FULL SUMMARY: AU/DE. Damon Salvatore is a powerful vampire. For years, he has lived by nobodies rules but his own. Stalking the world, he has inadvertently gathered a following that could grant him the power to achieve everything he'd ever hoped for. Yet the line between doing what one wants, and doing what is right, is a very fine one to tread.
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Prologue
The Nomad
As always, he was surprised at how in-tune to his land his senses were. Despite the fact he was a mere mortal, he knew when the boundary of what was his, and what was everyone else's had been breached. Unfortunately, in recent days, it was something he was growing worryingly accustomed to. Armed with a cross bow, he slunk out into the trees, his brown eyes narrowed in concentration as he listened to what the woodland foliage whispered to him. Almost instantaneously, he was aware of some kind of an intruder. Jaw set, determination blazing across his face, the protector of the forest moved swiftly forward, cross bow at his shoulder, the weight sturdy and familiar.
His ears knew the soft sounds of his areas. Each creak of wood was a like a friend greeting him, welcoming him back to the place he felt most at home. In the chirps and squawks of the birds high up in the trees were familiar to him... yet it was uncharacteristically silent. Surging forward, he realised that there were no questions about it; a predator of the worst kind was around.
His ears picked up on the faintest rustle in the bushes. Tracking the sound, the sandy haired man shouldered the cross bow. The string was pulled back tightly, yet it wasn't loaded with the typical bolts. Instead, a thick wooden stake was inserted in the mechanism, drawn back so that when released, it was strong enough to punch a deep hole into a tree trunk, let alone someone's body. He spun on the spot, locating the pin point location of the trespasser's whereabouts. As the body pelted towards him, leaping impossibly high and fast, Alaric Saltzman stood his ground.
He fired.
The steak plunged deep into the man's abdomen. With an almighty roar, he fell to the floor with an almost comical thump. Forcefully, the fair haired man crunched his boot into the chest of the trespasser. The trespasser sucked in air, his body contracting with pain. "You can't hunt here." Alaric said bluntly, pressing his foot harder into the trespasser's body. As his lips drew back against his teeth to reveal a set of pointed fangs, Alaric felt like rolling his eyes. Every time, they seemed to think that he had no idea what he was up against... despite the fact he had shot them out of the air.
"I didn't come here to hunt!" The vampire's words were drawn from him, a hiss that was three parts pain, one part aggression. This time, Alaric Saltzman did roll his eyes. Sighing heavily, he stepped back from the vampire, and completely surprising the victim he had just punched a hole into, he grabbed his hand, heaving him to his feet.
"Let me guess, you're looking for the Nomad too?"
A/N: So here is a very very very very very very very very very very very very (you get the idea) short introductory prologue to my next story. I hope it was enough to capture your attention. If not... well then, never mind. Although I would implore you to give it a chance. :D