It's a dark night and it's silent, no one is about. No one except for the two vampires luring down town in the pitch black dark, on their way to an apartment. The first vampire, Damon, was the one to give the second a look of warning. His thick, baffled, black hair seeped wildly over his eyes messily. The other vampire, Stefan, considered his warning look, his brown hair blowing silently in the cool wind of the night. Damon pointed ahead of them where they came face to face with a large looking front door. They had found the apartment they was looking for but the vampires thought best to go round the back door, knowing they weren't really being expected...nor were they invited. Damon was the first to carefully push the back door open, hoping it was unlocked. Luckily it was and the two of them quietly stepped inside. They stepped into what seemed like a kitchen, a very dark uninviting kitchen that certainly did not seem fit for anyone kind and caring. This kitchen looked dark and dirty, not happy in any form of way. Stefan caught Damon's glance and gave him a nod of confirmation as he made sure that the hallway ahead of the kitchen was clear. Stefan tip toed carefully down the hallway, hoping the master of the house would not hear the creaks in the floor boards as they walked around the large apartment. Damon struggled to keep up the tip toeing from behind him, unsure of what floor boards were the creaky ones. Stefan turned to a dark solid, wooden, black door on his right and made a careful attempted to turn the knob, hoping it will open easily without any hesitation or sound. The door was unfortunately locked which caused Stefan to hiss in frustration, "Shit." He hissed. Damon glassed down at the door knob where Stefan's fist clenched tightly around. "What's wrong?"

"It's locked." Stefan whispered, glancing up at him with a panicked look. Damon let out a tight breath and reached out to fully to the knob as quietly as he could. Stefan stepped aside, letting Damon try himself. "I'm gonna have to break it." Damon whispered. "You can't! He'll hear!" Stefan hissed, pushing his hand away from the door. "We've got to! There's no other choice." Stefan didn't answer him as he thought for a moment. "Look, the sooner we do it, the sooner we've got the chemical and we are out of here." Damon reasoned with him, "It will only be worse for us if we stay here arguing about it and wasting time." After a moment Stefan gave a slight nod and pulled away, letting Damon do the work. "Here it goes." Damon whispered. Then within seconds, his hand turned into a tight fist, clenching tightly around the door knob, breaking it from the wood of the door. He continued to bend the knob apart from the wood, separating the two components from each other. He succeeding in doing so he the door knob broke off in a rough grip ,as the lock on the other side clicked loose. Stefan stood beside him; squeezing his eyes shut in hope the door knob would not make too much noise. Luckily they stood on a carpeted area outside of the door so the knob only gave a slight bump once it hit the floor. Damon breathed in relief, as he pushed the door open carefully.

As it swung open, Stefan was the one to step in first as the door a slowly revealed its secret from inside. The room was almost as big as a hall, identical to a library but instead of shelves full of books it was shelves full of potions and chemicals. Damon grinned in success as he tip toed quietly over to the shelf on his left, reaching up to the fourth shelf. He reached out and his finger tips lightly brushed a big looking bottle, just a little bigger than his hand. The chemical inside it was a pure, luminous pink. Stefan stood behind him in the centre of the room, studying all the different chemicals on each shelf that surrounded the two of them. Damon quickly snuck the luminous pink chemical into his leather jacket pocket and hurriedly turned back to face Stefan. "Quick, we have to go." Stefan nodded and turned to the door which was now occupied by a tall figure. Stefan jumped in shock and flinched back. Damon remained still, staring the tell figure out curiously. Then without hesitation the tall figure stood into the room and switched on the light. Nicklaus. Damon swallowed hard. Nicklaus stood there, his dark brown here ruffled in a sexy sort of style with an amused grin spreaded across his face. "Oh, what do we have here?" Nicklaus remained stood there, studying the two vampires that stood before him. "Nicking potions now are we, Damon?" Nicklaus's eyes narrowed down at the luminous pink potion that poked out of Damon's jacket pocket. Doman glanced down at it for a moment, "We need it, Klaus'."

"Oh, really? What for?" Nicklaus folded his arms over his chest, angry at Damon's attempt of stealing his property. "It's Caroline, she's really sick. She needs it."

"Is she now?" Nicklaus eyed Damon curiously and swapped a suspicious glance with Stefan. "Please, Klaus'! She'll die if we-"

"Ok. How about this..." Nicklaus begins, "I let you take that chemical and in return you owe me a mortal." Stefan looks up at him in confusion then as Damon's face brightens up a little. "Wait, you mean...?" Stefan's words fail. "You want us to bring you a human?" Nicklaus nods, portraying an evil grin on his face. Damon considers it after a long thought and finally nods. "Ok. Deal." Stefan's eyes narrow at him, "What!? But-"

"Don't! Caroline needs it Stefan and I am in no position to let this slip." Damon gives him a stern look.

"But, we can't just hand over a mortal! We'll become visible! We can't let our guard down, Damo'!"

"I'll take my chances." Damon mutters in reply, zipping his jacket pocket up, sealing the chemical safely inside. Nicklaus shots Stefan an evil wink and steps aside, letting the two of them out. Damon steps out and turns to reach out to open the front door, Stefan follows from behind. As Stefan steps out Nicklaus grasps his shoulder in a rough grip, halting him in his tracks. "And if you don't bring me my mortal...you will find out what 'or else' means." Stefan pulls away from his rough grip and stumbles over to the, now open front door where Damon stands in the frame with a natural, cooled out smile. "Don't worry, Klaus' you will be satisfied whatever." Damon reassures him as Stefan steps outside to stand beside him. Nicklaus stands in the door frame, studying Damon carefully, his arms folded across his chest. "You better be speaking the truth Damon." He murmurs evilly. Damon silhouettes, trying an attempt to be funny, "Don't you worry, 'Master' I swear on my whole eight hundred years I speak the solemn truth." Then with that Damon and Stefan turned their back on him, walking out into the dark, cold streets of the deadly, pitch-black night. Nicklaus glared them evilly and stepped back as he slowly shut the front door on their two black figures that now became far away walking shadows in the distance.

Damon continued to walk as fast as he could down the cold, deserted streets. Stefan followed from behind him, feeling baffled by his made deal with Nicklaus. "You idiot, Damon. Now you're gonna get us all killed!" Damon rolled his eyes at him as he continued to stride silently down the street. "Oh, pop a pill, Stef'! It's not a big deal. Just one mortal."

"And then what? Risk another load discover us along our tracks!? I don't think so!"

"Oh, for fuck sake! It's just one mortal! It's not gonna go any further! You always have to assume the fucking worst!" Damon yelled in anger as he reached his black car, pulling his car keys out to unlock it. The car unlocked with a effective click as Damon pressed the button on his key. Damon went to step into the driver's seat but noticed Stefan was not walking around to sit in the passenger seat next to him. "What's wrong with you? Seen a ghost?" Stefan was looking off into the far distance, he looked very utterly disturbed by the horrible sight he saw. "What the fuck are you looking at Stef'?" Damon walked over to his side and followed where his eyes were narrowing at. Damon's joking expression fell into shock once he saw.

A fragile, pale girl with long brunette hair laid sprawled out in the middle of the road, her legs still and her face turned on its side. "What the fuck!" Damon gasped in fear as he sprinted into a fast run. Then within seconds Damon was at the girl's side. He threw his leather jacket off and laid it under her fragile head. Stefan unzipped his jacket pocket to pull the luminous pink chemical out so it would not be lost. "Cheers." Doman commented. "No problem." Stefan replied. "So, what the fuck is she doing here?"

"How should I fucking know!?" Damon snapped back as he turned her face up to study her facial features properly. "She's stone cold. We need to get her in the car." He added as he looked over her cold, fragile body. She wore a pink silky dress that came up above her knees, her wrists held bracelets on them and her feet had pink stilettos on. "Com'on, we got to pick her up and get her in the car." Stefan encouraged once he noticed Damon was just kneeling there, gazing down at her helpless body. Damon immediately snapped back into reality and scooped his arms from under her, taking her body into her arm. He crouched up effortlessly from the floor and held her tight against his chest. "Ok. Get my jacket for me, Stef'." Damon ordered as he carried the girl back to his car.

Once Damon reached the car with Stefan following behind him, he carefully opened the back door of the car and slipped the girl into the back seats. Damon tried to be as gentle with her as possible, carefully laying her stone cold body across the seats so she was laying flat out as he it was a bed. He pulled away and closed the car door and walked over to the driver's door. Stefan walked around the car with Doman's leather jacket and the chemical in his hands as he reached out for the front passenger door. Stefan climbed into the car next to him and handed him his leather jacket back and the chemical with Damon hide in the front lock-up draw of the car in front of Stefan. He clicked it shut so the chemical was concealed inside safely and turned the keys in the car engine, slowly pulling out of the curb and onto the road where they headed back home.