Whoo, I finally got this bad boy updated! Sorry I took so long, exam season, then loss of inspiration and all that shiz, but I'm back and I hope you'll all enjoy the update, and continue to review. Thanks for all the positive feedback so far, keep 'em comin'!
Now, I think this is also one of the few fics I've written where Elena actually seems like a decent person. xD The beginning is sorta Delena implied, because Damon is still in love with her; for now, that is. But the story is solely a Klamon fic, so there won't be any brother floppin' for Elena, she'll still be Damon's friend though, that much I can stomach, hehe. I s'pose I can take a break from making her a bitch all the time, eh?
Enjoy the chapter, read, favourite, review, etc, and I will see you all with the next update, whenever that may be. :)
Damon shoved harshly past Meredith, having lost all patience with the woman trying to hold him back from entering the morgue. 'I helped her, she needed my help' resonated eeriely inside his head; she truly had no idea what that meant for Elena; she would be destroyed by it.
He pushed open the doors to the morgue, finding Stefan sat somberly beside the autopsy tray Elena's sodden body was rested on, head dipped as if in mourning. At least she wasn't fully dead, that would kill the both of them, despite the fact Elena had made her choice.
"What happened?" Damon demanded, coming to stand beside Stefan.
"Matt's car submerged when Rebekah ran it off of Wickery Bridge," Stefan explained in a quiet voice, Damon instantly boiling over with rage at the mention of Rebekah's name. "Elena begged and begged me to save Matt-"
"You saved a busboy over the 'epic love' of your life?" Damon interrupted, barking out a harsh laugh that echoed off the tin containers across from them.
Stefan winced from the sound, but steeled himself to carry on talking. "It was what she wanted, Damon."
"But now she's going to be a vampire!" Damon exploded suddenly, jostling Stefan from behind. "She never wanted that either," he pointed out, casting a brief glance to Elena's body on the tray. If she had just kept driving to him, she and Matt wouldn't have even been on the bridge.
To say he was bitter over the fact he'd been left to die in a storage locker, alone with two corpses, was an understatment. Why did Stefan get the goodbye from her, when he was already surrounded by friends and people that loved him, while he had no-one?
He sighed, able to keep his anger at bay for the sake of his brother; his eyes were glistening with unshed tears and he could barely look him in the eye. Damon supposed it was payback enough that he was going to have to live with what he had done for all eternity, deciding to let that torture him rather than himself. He laid a comforting hand on Stefan's shoulder, his brother leaning into the touch as the unshed tears finally spilled from his eyes.
Damon scowled briefly; all this respecting of Elena's choices had disastrous consequences, as he had once warned Stefan, and that he would be the one to keep him alive. It was bittersweet that he had been right all along; why could everyone but Elena see that? Why was he always the one cast aside in favour of his brother? And what in the name of everything holy did Elena still see in his brother? He was the one who had been by her side throughout all the heartbreak that he had caused her. Why would she choose to go back to that? Things were never going to be the same between them again, especially now that Elena was on the darker path that she never wanted to be on, all because of Stefan, the 'love of her life'.
Elena suddenly lurched up; gasping to fill her lungs with air. She looked around in confusion, before her eyes - glassed over and both pupils uneven - came to settle on Damon and Stefan.
Stefan reached out a hand to her, taking gentle hold of her arm. "Elena...?" he whispered gently, rousing her quickly before she threw herself into a spiral of panic and hysteria.
"Damon? Stefan?" she breathed in confusion as she registered the two of them beside her. "What... W-What's going on?" she asked, worriedly looking between Stefan's face that was dirtied with drying tear streaks, and Damon's already-softening glare that had been directed at his brother.
"You take her out of here, I'll deal with it," Damon said hurriedly, patting Stefan on the shoulder and heading towards the doors.
It didn't help that the knife was driven in deeper when he saw Stefan wrapping Elena in an embrace before sweeping her into his arms, like a White Knight. He pushed open the doors with a bitter scowl and didn't look back, shoving past many medial personnel before he found Meredith at the reception desk.
She handed the clipboard to the receptionist and hurried over to him, her voice dropping to a whisper: "How is she?" she asked in concern.
"Awake, confused," Damon responded with a sigh, clenching his fist by his side; this wouldn't even be happening if she had just kept driving to him or Stefan hadn't listened for once and saved her. "She doesn't know she's in transition from the looks of things," he added, Meredith looking at him pityingly.
"Stefan's getting her out of here so people don't ask too many questions," he went on with a sigh, "Can you handle the rest?" he asked, looking at her; expecting an answer.
Meredith nodded and Damon turned to leave, feeling the Doctor catch his sleeve gently. He turned to see her eyes full of guilt.
"I'm sorry, Damon," she apologised with sincerity.
Damon gave her a reassuring smile. "You saved her, Stefan didn't," he said simply, leaving her with a pat on the shoulder, and finally leaving the hospital.
When he finally got to the Gilbert household, he rushed straight up to Elena's room, only to find all the curtains drawn and the scene in front of him a less morbid mirroring of back at the hospital; Elena was out of her sodden clothes and was tucked away under her bedsheets, looking peaceful.
Damon crossed over to the other side of the room, perching himself by the windowsill. "Surely she shouldn't be passing out this much?" he asked in confusion, remembering that when he and Stefan had turned, passing out hadn't exactly been on the agenda as every sense in their body had been operating at superspeed and hadn't allowed them a moment of peace.
"Might be the shock of things," Stefan guessed, although he seemed just as confused as Damon did. "Don't forget, she drowned - probably feels like it's happening over and over again," he said with a grimace.
"And who's fault is that, brother?" Damon retorted with a snarky wiggle of his eyebrows, the corners of his lips twitching at Stefan's expression.
"Damon, please, not now," he pleaded, looking at him in earnest.
"Later..." Damon promised with a sinister smirk. If Elena being a vampire wasn't torture enough for him, he was going to happily provide it for as long as he could before he inevitably left Mystic Falls, as was the agreement between the two of them, although now his staying away seemed permanent, since Elena would have eternal life. He expected that deep down, Stefan was revelling in that small fact.
Anything Stefan would have said in response to him was cut short by Elena rousing and gasping for air, head darting round in confusion. She focused on Stefan at the foot of her bed, brows wrinkling in a mix of shock and bewilderment.
"Stefan?"
"Hey, I'm right here," Stefan said softly, "You've been in and out for a while," he added worriedly, Damon nodding in agreement, although she wasn't looking at him; solely focused on Stefan, as usual.
"Wh-what happened?" she asked, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she started to regain her senses.
"You were in an accident," Stefan explained slowly, reaching out and taking hold of her hand to console her.
"Oh my God," Elena gasped, eyes widening in shock as it was no doubt coming back to her. She then started forwards frantically: "Matt is he...?"
"Alive?" Damon finished for her with a sardonic chuckle - yes the busboy was alive for now, until he got his hands around his worthless neck - both Stefan and Elena turning to look at him. "Ask Stefan, the hero," he added with a snide smile, Stefan looking back at Elena.
"He's fine," Stefan reassured her, a light, relieved smile coming across her face.
"Thank you. I thought that I–" She broke herself off and shook her head, clearly still fuzzy on things. She rubbed a hand over her eyes and looked at Stefan tiredly. "How did you...?"
"Save you?" Damon interrupted again, casting Elena a seething glare over Stefan's shoulder, the latter reacting in confusion. "He didn't," he said with a sneer, some small part of him delighting in the look of horror washing over her face.
"When Jeremy brought you to the hospital before all this happened, your injuries were worse than anyone knew," Stefan explained, Elena slowly realising what that meant, lightly shaking her head. "Meredith Fell made a choice, she used Damon's blood to heal you," he went on, looking back to Damon to keep going.
"And when Rebekah ran Matt's truck off the road, you had vampire blood in your system, Elena," Damon finished, turning his attention to the scenery outside the window as Elena started to panic, so he wouldn't be tempted to roll his eyes at her.
"Oh my God," Elena gasped, Damon hearing her swallow hard as it finally dawned on her; he wanted so badly to rub in her face that she wouldn't even be in transition if she hadn't been on that damn bridge back to his brother in the first place. "Does - does that mean that I – am I dead?" she asked, her voice cracking and her eyes no doubt brimming with tears.
Stefan was silent in response to her question and Damon was finding a jogger man on the opposite street to be much more interesting than what was going on.
"No, no, no, no! That wasn't supposed to happen!" she cried, her voice cracking once more. Damon stared ahead icily; it wouldn't have, if it wasn't for Stefan putting 'respecting her choices' over her life. The world had other busboys, what was so special about this one?
"Maybe it doesn't have to," Stefan said quickly, pityingly, while Elena sobbed quietly, making Damon roll his eyes. "I talked to Bonnie, she says she's stronger than ever, there might be something that she can do to help you," he added in warm reassurance.
Damon spun around to look at the both of them so fast his neck cracked; was his brother truly delusional? "No, the only thing that's going to help is for you to feed and complete the transition," he said knowingly, not bothering to sugarcoat it.
"We have all day before she has to feed, Damon," Stefan pointed out, looking at him in determination. "That's a day to exhaust every possible way out of this," he stated.
"There is no way out of it," Damon argued back bluntly, not exactly sorry to be bursting the metaphorical bubble. "We all know the drill; you feed or you die. There is no door number three," he added harshly, but it was the only way the two of them would see sense.
"I was ready to die," Elena admitted, on the verge of tears again, nodding her head in Stefan's direction as he dipped his head in resignation. "I was supposed to die. I don't – I don't want to be – I can't be a vampire!" she cried desperately, her hair whipping around her as she shook her head in denial.
"If there's something that Bonnie can do we have to try," she went on, her voice much softer, pleading as she looked at Stefan and no doubt pulling on his heart strings
"We will. We'll try everything," Stefan promising, rubbing a thumb reassuringly over the top of her hand.
Damon rolled his eyes, unable to keep the scoff out of his voice. "Your choice, Elena. As always," he said sarcastically, getting up and leaving the room with a backward stare at the two of them; Stefan looking at him in annoyance and Elena just looking confused with tears in her eyes.
He sighed as he entered the kitchen, throwing a cabinet open and grabbing a bottle of bourbon, most likely one of Alaric's. He poured himself a glass, hearing Stefan entering the kitchen. He turned around, raising his eyebrows at his saddened expression.
"Way to get her hopes up for something that's never happened in the history of vampirism," he said mockingly, not caring whether Elena could hear them or not, and punching Stefan lightly on the arm.
"You know what, you weren't there the day Elena looked me in the eye and told me she absolutely never wanted this," Stefan retorted, as if that made the whole matter okay, but it didn't. If Stefan knew how badly she didn't want to be a vampire, why would he not have disrespected her choice just once and saved her?!
Damon downed the whole glass in a single gulp to stop himself from crushing it in his fist. "None of us ever wanted this either, but we dealt with it as it came along, now she has to do the same," he said simply, shrugging.
"And if you're so guilt-ridden over it, then you shouldn't have saved Matt over her and let her die," he said again, his voice raising with each word. "Or at least unclipped her seatbelt," he added as an after thought.
"I never meant for her to die," Stefan argued back, Damon smiling wryly at him in response. "She asked me to help Matt first and I did," he said, strangely, there not being a hint of guilt about the matter. If Damon was any less mature, he would've made the sound of a whip cracking without hesitation.
"And now the world has one more quarterback," Damon noted, feigning being impressed and chuckling sardonically to himself. "Bravo, brother," he added in snide congratulations, pouring himself another drink.
"I made a choice that I will regret for the rest of my life," Stefan admitted with a sigh, folding his arms. "Now let me try to fix it," he added, looking at Damon imploringly, who just raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm surrounded by idiots," he scowled, gulping down his second drink as Stefan left the kitchen and rushed back up the stairs to Elena.
This is all Stefan's fault... Damon thought to himself, obliterating the glass to shreds in his bare hand, impulsively picking up the alchohol bottle and sending it crashing through the window with an impressive throw. He took a breath and leaned on the counter to calm himself down.
Elena hadn't even chose him, so he didn't know why he was even bothering to stick around at this point, or getting so worked up over what his own idiot brother had done. But he knew one thing; he was gone as soon as Elena completed the transition, there was no way he was sticking around to watch Stefan no doubt take Elena down the same path he was on - the moral path of feeding on the woodland population and then having Ripperdom just around the corner if he so much as made a wrong move - and forced to be a glass ornament, having no choice but to sit there and watch their love blossom for all eternity. Just once, he wished he could be someone's first choice, but he supposed that was what he got for going after the Doppleganger of his former lover, who had also chosen Stefan over him.
Damon was broken out of his morose thoughts at the sound of the front door being unlocked, unfamilar voices registering in his ears. Defensively, his vampire visage came forth and he sped towards a pillar, hiding behind it as the door was finally opened.
It was Liz' deputies, being lead by a man who Damon didn't recognise. The sight puzzled him; why were Liz's deputies here, holding vervain tranquillisers and no doubt had wooden bullets in their guns? Damon sighed; it was the aftermath of what Alaric had said to the Founders Council, it had to be.
"Elena?" the mysterious man called, this confusing Damon further. He watched cautiously as the man and the deputies walked further into the hallway, making sure they couldn't see him.
"That's Pastor Young," Damon heard Elena say in recognition from upstairs, Stefan no doubt furrowing his eyebrows. "What's he doing here?" she asked in confusion, Damon hearing the bed creak as she moved to get out of it.
"Stay here, I'll see him," Stefan said gently, most likely easing Elena back into the bed.
"Through here, gentleman," the man, Pastor Young, said, and began leading the deputies into the living room. Damon silently crept out from his hiding place, the deputies and the Pastor not yet seeing him.
"Don't you know it's rude to enter a house uninvited?" he purred silkily, the deputies spinning around in shock, then pulling their guns on him once they caught sight of his vampire visage. Damon just smirked.
"What the Hell's going on?" Stefan demanded in surprise as he rushed down the stairs, Damon grinning at him from where he was on the top of the stairs.
"We're ridding the town of the plague that's befallen it," the Pastor explained simply, pulling a wooden stake out of his coat pocket. "And you and your brother are the first to go," he added, pointing the stake in Damon's direction.
A dark chuckle slipped out of Damon's mouth and his fangs glinted. "Your funeral," he said simply, catching Stefan's eye, who nodded firmly.
Turning his attention back to the deputies and Pastor Young, Damon rushed at one that had been loading his gun, smacking the weapon out of his hand and pulling him in front of him as a human shield all in one movement; the bullets from another deputies gun embedded into his comrade's body and Damon sneered at him, hissing and tearing his fangs into the dead deputy in his arms.
He bit down harder at the groans of disgust and shock he was hearing, revelling in the taste of the fresh blood which he hadn't had in far too long. He reared up with a deadly roar at the sound of a gun cocking, shoving the body into the deputies, rushing forwards as Stefan leapt from the staircase and into the fight; Damon turned in time to see the Pastor had been inches from him, a vervain needle now on the floor.
Stefan pinned the Pastor to the opposite wall in a tight choke hold, grabbing hold of his wrist and snapping it in half. The Pastor yelled out in pain and Damon chuckled; people should know better than to mess with vampires.
But his victorious stance was short-lived; a bullet embedded itself into his arm with a fiery bite, Damon growling out in pain and placing a hand over the wound. He looked at the adversaries - three were advancing on him, and only one along with the broken-handed Pastor were concerned with his brother.
Taking a breath, Damon sped out the door in a blur, hoping they would follow him. He leapt up into a tree, cursing under his breath as he only saw one deputy run out after him, hearing Stefan's groans of pain as the other deputies attacked him. He momentarily glanced to Elena's window; there was no way she'd still be upstairs with what was going on.
"You can't run, vampire!" the deputy called out, brandishing his gun wildly and no doubt giving the nosy neighbours a fright when they couldn't help look over their fences or out their windows.
"No, but I can hide," Damon chuckled, loud enough for the deputy to hear him.
He looked up in surpise, gun momentarily dropped to his side, eyes landing on Damon up in the tree. He flashed him a devious smile, jumping down from the branch and crunching his neck between his feet as he landed back on the ground. He picked up the deputy's gun, unloading the bullets and breaking the clip off, dropping it on the ground.
Dusting his hands together, Damon picked the body up by its ankles and tossed it behind a bush, jumping behind it reflexively as the Gilbert's front door opened; Stefan was shoved out, his movements slow and sluggish - probably the vervain dart meant for Damon earlier - with guns pointed at his back, forcing him down the path towards the van parked outside, while the Pastor had a reassuring arm around an extremely confused and distressed Elena.
"Damn..." Damon muttered under his breath, leaping over the bush and speeding back inside the house and slamming the door before the Pastor and his remaining deputies could spot him.
He watched from the window as the Pastor got into the front seat of the the van, helping Elena into the passenger side, and Stefan was harshly shoved into the back. The van roared off down the street, and Damon swiped the phone off of the cabinet, dialling the hospital.
The phone was picked up a few rings in. "Dr. Fell's office," Meredith answered and Damon smiled pleasantly; just who he needed.
"Very formal," he teased her in response, picturing the Doctor's cheeks flushing red.
"Damon?" Meredith asked in surprise.
"Did you know there's a Pastor Young here?" he asked hurriedly, ignoring her previous remark. "He's just taken Stefan and Elena to God knows where, with Liz' deputies that had wooden bullets in their guns," he explained, remembering he had one lodged in his arm and set about removing it, while still keeping hold of the phone.
"Yeah, he barged in and confiscated my leftover supply of vampire blood that Alaric didn't find and revoked my medical license,"
Damon sighed, rubbing a hand over his forehead. "Get over here and bring Liz with you," he ordered, "This is bigger than I thought," he added with a disheartening mutter. Wherever the Hell the Pastor was taking Stefan and Elena, he meant to kill them and Damon would be damned if he let his brother get killed by some wannabe bigshot Pastor strolling through town.
Damon paced in agitation; where the Hell was everyone? Caroline wasn't answering her phone, Jeremy and Bonnie's calls kept going to voicemail, and Tyler's said his number had been disconnected. The only other person left to call was Rebekah, since the Original dared to remain in town after what she'd done, but it was running Matt's truck off the road put her so far down the list, she wasn't even on it. It seemed like an eternity passed when the door finally opened, revealling Meredith and Liz.
"You two took your time," Damon noted, unimpressed as they walked into the living room. "This Pastor guy means business, so please tell me that you have something," he added pleadingly, looking from Meredith to Liz.
"I wish I could," Liz said with a sigh, Damon frowning at her. "The Council locked me and Carol out of our offices. Files, computers, everything," she added, sitting down on the sofa in dismay.
"So, the Mayor and the Sheriff never contemplated a backup plan, Liz?" Damon asked incredulously, hands flying up in the air as he glared at her.
"Damon, relax," Meredith said soothingly, the latter easing up slightly. "When Caroline called to say she got away" - So that's where they've been, Damon wondered to himself - "did she know where they were planning to take her?" she asked.
"No," Liz said, worriedly rubbing her hands over her face. "Just that she was in some van in the middle of nowhere and she managed to escape," she explained, although that wasn't helpful. It made Damon wonder; how many other vampires had the Pastor captured?
"Perfect. We've narrowed it down to nowhere," Damon said with a faux pleasant smile on his face, the expression dropping instantly when the front door opened and he caught sight of the person walking in.
Matt-motherfucking-Donovan, who had the decency to stroll in like nothing had actually happened and he was just paying a visit to his friend who was in transition because of him. "Hey, is Elena here?" he asked, eyeing Liz and Meredith with confusion.
He didn't have the time to look at Damon, as he had rushed forwards and pinned him against the wall; choking him hard and feeling extremely tempted to squeeze the life out of him. What was so special about this kid that Stefan actually saved him over Elena?
"In what world are you the one that gets to live?!" he demanded, harshly squeezing and enjoying the struggles of both Matt and Meredith to pull him off him. Spitefully, he increased pressure until he saw Matt's eyes rolling to the top of his head.
"Damon, stop! It wasn't his fault!" Meredith cried.
"Let him go, Damon! Now!" Liz demanded, Damon chuckling.
There was a moment of silence in the living room, all three humans hoping Damon would do the opposite of what he intended to do. Eventually, Damon released Matt, the human eagerly coughing air back into his lungs. Damon sneered and stepped away from him.
"Okay," Liz said in surprise, looking bewildered that Damon had actually listened to her. "With your vervain and Alaric's weapons; they could be anywhere," she went on, trying to difuse the tension between him and Matt.
"Come on, guys, think. It takes a lot to hold a vampire," Damon said knowingly, remembering when Stefan had held him in the cellar of the boarding house; he could have easily moved from the vervain, but he still couldn't have smashed open the door, due to the steel in it. "Reinforced steel, iron doors..." he listed, counting them on his fingers and peaking the two women's interests.
"The Pastor has a cattle ranch," Matt chimed in, Damon, Liz and Meredith turning to look at him. "Those pens could easily be modified," he added.
Liz nodded in agreement. "It's remote, it's secluded," she added, furthering Matt's point.
Damon just hoped they knew what they were talking about and he would actually find them when he got there. "Well, guess what? Looks like you get a chance to prove how sorry you really are," he said in Matt's direction, "Let's go," he said, harshly shoving Matt towards the door.
That was, if Damon didn't kill him on the way there.
They pulled up to the old cattle ranch about an hour later, Damon embarassingly needing to ask Matt for directions. As he got out of the car, he could smell vervain from far off and hear the Pastor's voice from inside the house, talking to someone. Only he couldn't see where Stefan and Elena, and god-only-knows who else were being kept.
"So, what, we just storm the place with zero weapons?" Matt asked incredulously, eyeing the house in front of them.
"Nah, we don't need weapons," Damon said off-handedly, the busboy clearing forgetting vampires were weapons anyway. "Just bait," he added with a grin, licking his lips as his vampire visage slithered forwards.
Matt's eyes widened; Damon ignored him and sunk his fangs into his neck, tearing away almost instantly and ripping the flesh, smearing the blood over his mouth. Matt fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Damon turned his attention back to the house.
"Yoo-hoo! Anybody home?" he called eeriely, walking forwards. "Big, bad vampire out here," he added with a chuckle, licking at the blood around his mouth.
The door opened gingerly and Pastor Young's head poked around it, the latter walking out instantly - but not far enough for Damon to be able to grab him - and seeing Matt on the ground, holding a hand over his bleeding neck.
"Let him go," the Pastor demanded tentatively, Damon raising an eyebrow. "The boy's innocent," he added, Damon finding it very hard to believe that one of the reasons the girl he loved was now forced to become something she hated, was anything but.
"Well, that's the point," Damon said bluntly, the Pastor swallowing and pushing his nerves down. "Give me Stefan and Elena, he's all yours," he bargained.
Leaning down, Damon grasped Matt's shirt with one hand, pulling him up to his feet with little support: "Come on, Pastor. You know I'll kill him," he said, tightening his grip on Matt's shirt. "I want to kill him," he added deviously, his fangs lengthening.
"Go away!" the Pastor yelled, Damon scowling in his direction. "You are not invited in and I'm not coming out!" he declared, slamming the door and retreating back inside.
Damon jolted suddenly, dropping Matt to the floor again. The sound of a gunshot registered in his mind and searing pain burned through his chest powerful enough to send him to the ground and into unconciousness.
He was unsure of how much time had passed, but Damon was awoken by someone nudging his body with their boot like he was a sack of potatoes. He remained still, opening one eye a slit; two deputies, both with buckshot rifles.
Damon shot up to his feet, snatching the guns out of the deputies' hands so fast that one didn't notice until it was buried deep in his chest. He took care of the other, snapping his neck with ease. He gritted his teeth and dipped his fingers into his wound, gently searching out the bullet; he pulled it out with a wince and dropped it.
He turned his attention to Matt, crawling pathetically along the floor, one hand over his bleeding neck. Damon kicked him hard, throwing him onto his back.
"Go ahead and kill me," Matt whispered, his voice cracking as he dared look Damon in the eye. "You can't possibly hate me more than I hate myself," he said with certainty.
"Oh, yes I can..." Damon trailed off ominously, determined to show Matt exactly how much more he despised him.
He pressed his foot down hard on Matt's throat, staring down at him icily, growling: "It should've been you," while Matt choked pitifully underneath him.
Suddenly, Damon felt himself knocked off Matt with a sledgehammer of a whack that smashed his back against a tree, the bark digging in painfully. He hissed defensively as a hand tightened around his throat, being met with a dark chuckle that was eeriely familar.
"Put them away, Damon," the soft voice of Klaus ordered lightly, Damon refusing to believe it was actually him. "You couldn't take me on even in your dizziest daydreams," he added with a chuckle, making Damon shudder.
He blinked to clear his vision, Klaus' face coming into view in front of him. There was a devillish smirk on his face, and more to the point, he looked... alive, for all intents and purposes.
"What the Hell are you doing here?!" Damon demanded, struggling to free himself from Klaus' grip, but the hybrid wasn't fazed in the slightest; probably felt like a three-year old was hitting him.
Klaus' eyes wandered up and down Damon's body, lingering on his mouth before he actually gave a response: "Making my move," he said cryptically, confusing Damon further.
But before he could say or do anything, the elder Salvatore was met with a wry smile, and then pitch blackness, the sound of his neck snapping echoing in his ears.