When Damon woke up again, Percy was next to him laying on his stomach, one of his arms laying across the vampire's torso. The human stirred at Damon's movement and turned his head to blink sleepily at him.

"Go get breakfast," Percy mumbled, shifting so he was in a more comfortable position. "I forgot to go grocery shopping."

"Do I have to?"

The human made a sound similar to a growl as he face planted into his pillow, "Yes. Go. I want donuts."

Damon sighed and got up, grabbing his pants from the floor and his wallet from on top of the teen's dresser, "Fine but you buy breakfast next time."

"Whatever," Percy snuggled into his pillow more, waving halfheartedly as the vampire left, making sure to lock the front door behind him.

It felt like the human had just closed his eyes when he heard the sound of breaking glass from somewhere inside his kitchen. He estimated that he had about ten second before he probably should do something about it. Well, he figured that, if someone was in his apartment, they would come for him. Percy was right when, a few minutes later, his bedroom door nearly came off as someone barged in, saying something nonsensical that he could care less about.

Percy's eyes snapped open when the person came closer to him and he was moving before he was even fully awake. He flipped onto his back, Riptide already out and pointed at the man's throat as he glared at him, "What do you want?"

The man bared fangs and tried to reach for the human without stabbing himself in the throat with the celestial bronze sword, "Demigod..."

Percy's eyes narrowed at the vampire, "How do you know what I am?"

"I can smell you," The man licked his lips. "Your blood will be tasty."

The demigod rolled his eyes, "I kinda have an attachment to it, so... No. I think I'll just kill you now, if you don't mind."

"Even if you kill me," The man growled, furrowing his eyebrows as he glared at the teen. "More will come. A powerful being hiding in a small town never ends well for anyone..."

"Shut up," Percy was on his feet, the vampire's head rolling by the bottom of his dresser. "What do you know?" He tilted his head at the body and bit his lip, "Good thing I don't have carpet... How should I get rid of this though? If I show Damon this then he'll be all pissy that I didn't wait for him before killing him..." Percy tapped his foot in thought before he smiled, "Hmm... I do know someone who owes me a favor..."

"You have to stop calling me to get rid of bodies," Nico growled as he appeared out of the shadows in his cousin's room.

Percy shrugged, "Hey, at least this one's dead this time."

Nico sighed and shook his head, "Small mercies. What's this one, a witch?"

"Nah, the hiker was a witch. This one's a vampire. He said something about more coming for me but I'm not worried about it."

The son of Hades nodded, "Yeah, if they can't deal with the Salvatores, there's no way they could deal with you."

"You flatter," Percy waved his cousin off like a blushing maiden. "Anyways, what've you been up to? Still helping your dad at his house?"

"Yeah," Nico groaned. "He still has me on paperwork duty."

The son of Poseidon grinned, cleaning up some of the blood on his dresser, "That, dear cousin, is exactly why I quit."

"You didn't work for Poseidon," Nico decided to point out. "You're his son- which, sorry. No offense, but your dad has been an asshole lately."

"I know," Percy whined, chucking the napkin in his small blue plastic trashcan by the door. "Why can't Hades be my father? He's cool!"

Nico waved his hand and the body of the vampire was dragged into the shadow by dark hands, "Don't let my father hear you, you'll give him nightmares."

The green-eyed teen tilted his head, "You're probably right about that. Now, go away. It was good seeing you but my boyfriend's gonna be here soon with donuts!"

Nico laughed, "I knew you were dating the vampire! Dad owes me ten bucks!"

"You are fired from being my cousin, leave my sight!"

"That's not how family works, cuz," Nico flipped him off before walking backwards into the shadows and leaving back to the Underworld.

Percy rolled his eyes before looking around at the area. Once he deemed it clean enough, he proceeded to crawl back into his bed to wait for Damon to return with donuts.

The first thing that hit Damon when he opened the door to the apartment was the scent of blood.

And McDonalds.

But blood.

"Percy?" He called.

"Donuts?" Came the reply.

"Yeah, I got the donuts, Justin had them out fresh this morning. I got, like, seventeen glazed," He figures that he didn't have to hurry or anything to his boyfriend since he immediately asked for food. He looked down when he stepped on something and raised his eyebrows when he saw broken glass. Taking a look around, he noticed that the window above the kitchen sink was broken, like someone broke inside, "Everything okay?"

"Do you want a real answer or a fake one? 'Cause I got both."

Damon opened the bedroom door and raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, who sat up when he heard his voice, "How about telling me why there's blood on your shirt?"

Percy looked down at his shirt and opened his mouth slightly in surprise, "Okay, well, my cousin came over and insulted me so I got defensive."

The Salvatore just stared.

"And I may have stabbed something," The teen tilted his head. "Or someone. But that's not important. What's important is donuts."

Damon chuckled, handing over the box with a couple of napkins, "What was the name of this person you may or may not have stabbed?"

"I dunno," Percy shrugged. "Jameson something something, I don't really care. Why?"

The vampire shrugged, "Just curious. Last person I 'stabbed,'" He made air quotes with his fingers. "Was named Todd so I was just curious if Todd was a normal name among murder victims."

"Probably not," Percy bit into one of the donuts, groaning in delight. "These are so good. Todd is more like a middle name. Like Michael Todd or something. I'd kill someone called Michael Todd."

"He does sound killable," Damon nodded, reaching over for a donut. "Anyways, change out of that shirt, the girls wanna talk to you about the dance coming up at your school or something. They said you'd know fashion."

"Just because I'm a type of gay doesn't mean I'm good at fashion. That's a stereotype."

"But are you good at it?"

"Of course I am," Percy scoffed, laying down on his bed and putting a napkin on his chest so he could use his body as a table.

"With how you eat, it's a wonder you stay in shape," Damon chuckled.

"I have a few extra curricular activities," The human winked before practically cackling as he inhaled another donut.

"Ew," Percy screwed his nose up when Caroline and Elena came out of the dressing room at the same time. He crossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his thighs, wrinkling his nose at them, "Who picked your outfits?"

"We picked our own," Elena said, looking down at her puffy red dress.

"It shows. Red is not your color. And, Caroline, sweetie, if you so much as touch the color green again I will physically fight you. While I have no doubt that you both will look stunning in those style dresses," He referred to Elena's ball gown styled dress and Caroline's tight long dress. "I have a better idea that makes me want to vomit less."

"Go ahead," Caroline gestured to the long racks of dresses in the shop.

"Sir, would you like some help?" One of the store workers asked nervously, fiddling with their hands.

"No, I'm gay, I know what I'm doing."

The employee practically swooned.

Caroline and Elena shared a look before giggling, quickly changing out of their dresses so they could follow Percy, who took off down an aisle with a determined look.