Blood Slave

Author's Note: This story takes place after they all defeat Klaus and Elena comes back and Damon doesn't leave. Please enjoy. Sorry if Klaus is OC but I like him better as my version.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Previous: "So how come Stefan has never heard of this trade?" Elena asked suspiciously.

"It's very hidden from vampire hunters." Klaus answered smoothly.

Klaus then turned to me smirking in a grim way that told me h was about to tell me something I didn't want to hear.

Chapter Three: Cuts and Power

Damon's Pov

I sighed and waited for him to tell me whatever it is I know I won't like.

"Oh and also, the story is after we escaped we were captured by a vampire named Terence who sells into the trade, he's my friend, and he will be selling us back in safely. So we need to reopen our scars that they gave us so it looks like we've been with him all along." Klaus explained as he pulled out a leather whip and a wooden knife from his pockets.

"What the fuck? Death is sounding pretty damn sweet right now you asswhole," I muttered, irritated.

"Quit whining you get to open mine!" Klaus snapped back playfully, smirking at Damon.

Stefan's Pov

"Wait what's going on?" I asked confused as Damon pulled off his shirt grudgingly.

"Over time the scars Rebecca and Brandon gave us have healed so to make it look like we've never stopped being slaves and that our new master Terence has being hurting us too we have to reopen all our scars and maybe so new ones." Klaus explained taking hold of the whip's handle.

I looked back to Damon who had his back to Klaus. I could see white scars that I had never bother to notice before.

Klaus cracked the whip and it sliced a jagged line into Damon's back and I saw him flinch but he didn't make a sound. Klaus cracked the whip again and as the whip hit Damon I saw pain and regret flash into Klaus's eyes immediately and then vanish as he noticed I was watching.

Were Damon and him friends once, while locked away together? Did it hurt him to hurt Damon? If it did what had made them so mad at each other a few weeks ago where both tried and almost succeeded to kill each other?

I felt Elena bury her face in my shirt as Damon let out a strangled gasp. A strange feeling churned in my stomach and I wanted to step up and take the whip away and I definitely didn't want to watch this but I couldn't look away.

Soon Klaus put the whip down and Damon dropped his shirt gently over his bleeding back and crimson started to stain his black t-shirt. Damon turned to us and I could see his eyes narrowed into black slits and his pupils wide in pain. His fangs were out biting into his bottom lip, drawing blood.

Klaus then took the knife and carved the name Rebecca into Damon's chest and an X on each of his wrists.

Damon looked away as Klaus started to run the knife over his arms and stomach. Our eyes met and I raised an eyebrow at him. He scowled and turned away.

"Okay, take your pants off." Klaus announced simply staring at Damon expectantly.

"What?" Elena and I asked together.

"For the cuts on his legs." Klaus answered nonchalantly.

Damon snarled at Klaus but reluctantly stripped off his pants leaving him in just green and black boxers. Klaus kneeled down and drew an 'R' into his left thigh for Rebecca and a 'T' in the right for her last name Twist.

He slapped the bleeding cuts and got up. "All done." He announced cheerfully handing over the knife and whip.

Damon smirked and bared his fangs dangerously. "Shirt off," he ordered in a fake sweet voice. Klaus did so and Damon wasted no time in cracking the whip. The second he did I watched him closely and I could see a wave of regret and pain in his eyes as he watched Klaus's skin slice open and start to bleed.

From then on Damon cracked the whip gentler and carved the cuts in and Klaus was done.

"How can the whip cut you two if it's not made of wood?" Elena asked curiously her warm hand in mine watching the two.

"There's a poison on it that makes it impossible for us to heal," Damon explained inspecting the cuts on his arms.

Klaus pulled back on his shirt and pants and straightened up wincing as he did. "And Damon remember when Terence, the vampire selling us back in, gets here we must do what he says," he informed Damon narrowing his eyes sternly at him.

Damon snorted in amusement. "Not in your wildest dreams," Damon responded ruffling Klaus's white blonde hair.

Klaus slapped the cuts on Damon's chest instead of responding. Damon snarled and punched Klaus in the back, which resulted in another slap from Klaus.

I watched as the two changed into their animal forms, Damon as a black wolf and Klaus as a black panther.

Out of nowhere a black blur sped up to the two animals wrestling on the ground and ripped them apart. It was a man, a vampire most likely, wavy, dark brown hair and fierce green eyes.

"Hey Terence," Klaus greeted casually, smirking up at him from where he had dropped them both on the ground.

"Klaus, Damon." He greeted them coolly as they both got up back in their human forms. Terence studied them for a minute.

"Bow." He ordered simply. Klaus dropped on one knee and lowered his head obediently with a strained look but Damon stayed standing defiantly.

"Klaus informed me you would be, stubborn." Terence smirked and pulled out a whip from his back pocket in a flash and cracked it, the leather whip wrapping around Damon's ankle and knocking him off balance to the ground where he crouched uncomfortably in an awkward bow.

Damon growled lowly but stayed down. I was surprised that someone could actually make my older brother do something he didn't want to.

Terence nodded in approval. "You may rise." He looked at Damon as he stood up. "Show me your powers."
Damon's head snapped around to glare at Klaus in what seemed betrayal. Klaus just shrugged calmly.

"Powers?" I spoke up confused. Damon couldn't do anything that wasn't normal for vampires. Terence turned to me and studied me with a wise gaze.

"You're his brother, hasn't he told you that you two are witches?" He asked curiously.

I raised an eyebrow and turned to glare at my older brother who was avoiding my glare.

"Hey Stefan guess what, we're witches," Damon muttered sarcastically, shifting uncomfortably.

"Thanks," I replied with an equal amount of sarcasm my mind spinning in confusion.

Damon sighed deeply as if deciding something ad he swiped his foot in front Terence across the grass. Instantly the grass Damon's foot had touched burst into golden flames. The beautiful flames died a second later but the burn marks still showed clearly and the smoke still hung in the air.

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