Author's Note- Hey! I am deeply sorry for not updating until now. I have a terrible time updating my fanfictions. This one has been haunting me, I've written this chapter about 10 times now. Each one, terrible. I have the entire fanfiction planned, except this chapter. I didn't realize writing this chapter would be so hard. Anyway, this is what has come from the re-writes. I apologize now for how terrible this is. I promise the next chapter will be much better! I can't believe how many people are reading this! I mean it doesn't compare to my other fanfictions but for the small fanbase of this cross-over, I'm really surprised. So thank you, so, so, so much for having an interest! And reading this. So I'll stop gushing, and let you get to the chapter.

To Dark-Supernatural-Angel- Figure I'll reply here. Yes, I tried going by canon as much as possible. What I was going for was that Eric expected Michael to kill Klaus and the rest of the Originals, if that makes sense? The whole incident will be brought up again in later chapters with Eric's P.O. V, so hopefully that'll explain it better! :)

P.S- I'm trying out a new writing style that I've seen some of my favourite fanfics do, so if it's terrible let me know. I just wanted one scene to have both p.o.v's.

Chapter 2- Reunion

Flashback- Shreveport- Louisiana (One Year Ago)

Damon's mind was falling into it's usual whiskey foggy haze as he downed the last remnants of liquor from a bottle. He didn't know the brand, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know the girl who was currently drained of blood of in front of him. And he was okay with it because he wasn't thinking about Elena, Ric, his brother or Mystic Falls. Leaving was the best, and only option after losing his only friend and the woman he loved in one single night. He needed time to let them go, to mend his broken heart.

He stumbled up, his vision blurring as he composed himself, finally taking in his surroundings for the first time in awhile. How'd he even end up on a dead end road, in god know's where? He squinted as high beams blinded his view, noticing the still running car a few feet away from him. He knelt down, taking the keys from the dead stranger's hands as he picked her up, running into the forest, and dumping her body before returning in a second. Hopefully she was eaten by wild animals, as he was too drunk to dig her a proper grave.

He needed to keep moving, and maybe find his camero.

Eric stepped out of Fangtasia, increasingly bored of tonight's festivities. He didn't know he could be so disgusted with his own kind. These new vampires cherished nothing of their immortality and were so consumed with thirst and fucking. If he didn't make such a profit off these petulant children, he'd rip their throats out.

"Eric, you're needed,"

He turned, rolling his eyes as his progeny Pam walked out, knowing full well she was just too lazy and uncaring to deal with anything herself. He took a step toward her, wanting little to do with what was inside when a scent engulfed his senses, one he hadn't thought of for awhile. He spun around, moving forward to get away from the noise inside, and to better locate where the smell was coming from. His ears perked up as he heard a voice.

"Eric?"

"Pam, NOT NOW! Deal with it yourself, I have something more pressing to attend to," He snarled, and like that he was up in the air, descending moments later into a forest, his eyes searching out for the man who hadn't graced his thoughts in a long time.

Damon Salvatore.

A small smile spread on the vikings face as he watched the much younger vampire sink his fangs into a frightened woman's throat. He didn't think he'd ever see the Italian again, but here he was, sloppily feeding from a human in his territory. He wasn't sure if he wanted to rip the vampire's throat out, or fuck him senseless. Or both.

He looked pathetic, he noted, as he watched Damon finish off what appeared to be whiskey, throwing the bottle behind him. This should please him, he thought, but somehow, like the first time he laid his eyes on Damon, it pulled on his heart strings. The man wasn't the one he'd travelled with, the one he taught, exploited and fucked all those years ago. No this man was defeated, broken, a shell of a great vampire he used to be. The one he molded into.

He should leave, he thought, glancing up at the moon. He owed Damon nothing, he was the one who left him three years ago to go after his maker Katherine, the love of his life. Left him with nothing but a note, not even having the courage to say goodbye to him in person. He vowed he'd rip Damon's heart out that night, but now that he had the opportunity, he couldn't will himself to do it.

Damon, was…. special to him. A disease really. Somehow the vampire awoke a part of his humanity he didn't even know he possessed since being turned.

"Damon,"

Damon looked up, his eyes deceiving him as he watched a man come out of the forest across from him. He wasn't sure he'd ever hear his name being uttered from the lips of the vampire in front of him. He backed himself into the car, shaking his head, not wanting to believe any of it was real. "Eric?"

He blinked, his eyes finding themselves staring into pools of ocean blue eyes of the viking he tried so hard to forget. He knew he should be frightened, begging for his life. But all he could think about was Katherine, and how incredibly foolish he'd been.

He'd left Eric to be with Katherine, even though he was Eric's. He broke a sacred promise, and by doing so he knew one day the vampire would find him, and rip his heart out. He deserved it. He'd never given the viking an explanation for his departure, just an apology, and an excuse.

Seeing him now, reminded him of those fleeting moments in time when he considered giving up his love for Katherine - never bothering to open the tomb- for Eric. Maybe he wouldn't be sitting on the side of the road, with a broken heart and an empty bottle of whiskey.

"Here to kill me?" He asked, wondering as the words came out of his mouth, why that thought didn't bother him in the slightest.

"And break up this pity party you're clearly throwing yourself?" Eric countered sarcastically, giving Damon a slow once over. "I wouldn't dare,"

"Then why are you here?" Damon snarled, his first instinct to deflect. "We aren't friends, or didn't you get my note,"

Damon sucked in the air around him as Eric's face was inches from his now, his monstrous body towering over him. "I did, and how was rescuing your maker from some mystical tomb? I'm going to assume, by how pathetic you look, it didn't go as planned,"

"You guess right. She was never in the tomb, and she never loved me," He spat, trying increasingly hard not to look sad, but he knew Eric could see right through his act. He always did. "Well, go on then. Gloat, or whatever you've come here to do,"

"I can't say that I am not pleased to hear you are not with your maker," Eric said, he noticed a note of sincerity in his eyes. "But I do not enjoy seeing you in pain. You may not be mine any longer, but I do still…. care about you. Or you would be dead,"

"Why?" He asked, knowing he didn't need to elaborate. They'd always been able to express most of what they wanted to say with one look.

"You're enjoyable to fuck," Eric shrugged, making him for the first time, in a long while, crack a smile.

"Wow, you really know how to make a guy feel special. And I was thinking we were going to have some sappy, girly moment there," He replied, wondering why he wanted Eric to say something more, tangible.

Eric ignored his better judgement as he grabbed the younger vampire and with vampire speed, rammed him into a tree, pressing himself onto Damon. It was surprisingly hard to see Damon in such obvious heartbreak and for some godforsaken reason, he wanted to make the younger vampire feel better.

He slowly reached up, placing his hand on Damon's cheek. "Look Damon, I will only say this once, and only because you are drunk and obviously hurting. I care for you because every ounce of my body yearns for yours. When I see you- as the first day I laid my eyes on you- I have this urge to ravish and defile your perfect body, until I hear you scream my name. But having you isn't enough, I love tasting you. I love watching you feed on the innocent. I love watching you slaughter dozens of humans. No one compares to you in my mind Damon, and I have a feeling no one ever will. At least not for another thousand years,"

"Then why did you let me leave?" Damon asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he unconsciously ran his hand slowly down Eric's chest, his eyes staring straight through Eric's blue ones.

"You were never really mine to have Damon, we both knew that," Eric replied, as he pulled away from him, his hand falling to his side.

They both stared at each other for a long moment, neither saying a word. Eric was the first to break eye contact as he turned, taking a step back toward Fangtasia. "Well this has been fun, but I do need to get back,"

Damon didn't know what possessed him as he grabbed Eric's arm, pulling him back into him. He knew he didn't deserve Eric's attention, or even to be undead, but he didn't want the viking to leave. "So that's it? No fighting? No fuss? That's not the Eric I knew,"

"Well Damon, what do you want me to do?" Eric snarled, his eyes becoming stormy as he towered over him, his hand encircling around his throat.

"Fuck me. Kill me. Both," He gasped, Eric fingers becoming increasingly tight.

"Why would I waste my time?" Eric snarled.

"Please," Damon begged uncharacteristically.

He knew exactly what Damon needed and as much as he wanted to hate Damon for leaving, the younger vampire's scent was intoxicating him. And in all the years of being with him, he was never able to resist any request Damon had.

With speed Damon would would never be able to match, he closed the space between them. Their lips met in vicious kiss, his fangs already out, wanting nothing more to taste the younger vampire.

He wasn't gentle as he dominated the kiss, ripping Damon's clothes off as he proceeded to slam Damon into a more solid tree. The younger vampire took everything, his hands roaming over his cold flesh as he pulled on his jeans, hearing the fabric tear.

Damon let out a soft whine as Eric lips left his, the vampire's blue eyes delved into his own so intently he forgot to pretend to breath.

He knew what the vampire wanted, and he had no will inside of him to resist the older vampire. So he tilted his neck to the side to give Eric better access to his veins. An ultimate sign of submission. It felt slightly foreign to him, he was never one to relinquish control of his body to anyone- except Eric. Not that he cared, much.

Because he knew what was coming next. And with the month he'd been having, he needed Eric to take away the pain. The heartbreak.

Eric's eyes turned vibrant, his smile malicious. To see Damon, after all this time, so unashamedly wantoning and begging for him was exhilarating. The italian wanted him, and he wanted to take him. To feed from him.

In this moment, it felt as though no time had past, and all the hatred and lonely nights were forgotten.

Damon hadn't felt this type of anticipation. This type of excitement, since their first night. The first night he'd let Eric take him. Just like that night, he felt he could cum at this very moment. He was so turned on. And finally, he felt like his heart wasn't breaking.

Eric's fangs finally, for what felt like an eternity, breached his skin. It was savage, in the most unloving way, but he couldn't help but moan- he always enjoyed the pain. His body shook violently as his blood was drained from him. He needed to touch something, anything and his hands quickly found themselves clawing at Eric's shoulder blades, leaving dribbles of blood to run down Eric's back.

Eric felt as though his entire body was ablaze as he continued to feed from Damon, forgetting how much he enjoyed the taste of the younger vampire. His hand quickly found itself slithering down Damon's naked torso, then midriff before settling to his rock hard manhood that was trapped in the confines of his boxers. He gave Damon's dick a hard squeeze, hearing him release a strangled scream. "You're so hard for me,"

Damon's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Eric roughly played with him, biting his lip to stifle another moan. He'd almost thrown his entire life away for this man, and he was quickly remembering why. Because at this very moment, all he wanted was for the viking to satiate every dark, twisted sexual fantasy he had.

As the pleasure was intensifying, it vanished as Eric's fangs retracted themselves from his neck, and he straightened himself so he was towering over him again. He involuntarily shivered at the darkness that was creeping into the vampire's eyes, his blood still dripping from his fangs.

He knew exactly what Eric craved, and he grabbed the viking, their lips meeting in a ferocious kiss, Eric gaining dominance, and he let him- as he always did- because he loved tasting his own blood from Eric's mouth. Something about it was incredibly arousing.

He couldn't bear it any longer, he needed Eric. He needed all of the viking, to have no space between them any longer. So he let his lips leave Eric's for a moment to utter his desires loudly. Confidently. Demandingly. Wantonly. "Fuck me,"

Eric's smile faltered for only a moment, before a villainous smirk spread on his angular face. It'd taken Damon years to succumb to him, to let him do the most sinful things to his perfect body. Now it was a mere minutes. He'd really corrupted the vampire after all.

Well as much as he wanted to relish in this conquest, he, too was having trouble containing himself with Damon moaning and panting beneath him. He needed to feel that tight, hot velvet canal wrapped around his cock. And he needed to feel it now.

Taking Damon's invitation, he ripped Damon's boxer's off, doing the same to his own moments later. Damon's hips automatically raised from the tree, needing contact that Eric was about to give him. With one calculated movement, Eric had Damon's legs wrapped around his waist, his manhood inches away from Damon's entrance. He leaned in, his tongue running up the side of Damon ear. "This is going to hurt,"

That was the only warning Eric gave him as the viking took him dry, roughly tearing into him. Damon let out a strangled cry, his fangs sinking into Eric's shoulder to silence himself. He moaned as the older vampire's blood trickled down his throat, helping to ease the discomfort.

Eric was brutal, his pace quickly intensifying, and Damon held on to the tree for support.

The pain vanished in an instant as Eric managed to hit his prostate. His reaction was instant, as he moaned into Eric's neck, feeling the viking smirk against his own neck. He felt Eric's fangs ripped into his searing flesh as his hips buckled, pain forgotten as he revelled in the ripples of pleasure Eric gave him as he hit his prostate, again, and again.

Eric loved how quickly he found himself balls deep inside Damon's virginal ass. The feeling was insane. Nothing in a thousand years ever matched it. No sexual encounter before in his lifetime raised such arousal. He could last hours with others, yet he knew as he throbbed inside Damon, he wasn't going to last much longer inside the vampire's glorious ass.

Damon captured his lips with Eric's, though sloppy as he couldn't help but moan and pant into the viking's mouth. The older vampire's pace was merciless, making it difficult for him to form a single thought, instead all he could do was revel in the incomparable feeling Eric was giving him. The surges of pain, and a burning sensation as his hole stretched to accommodate Eric's immensity. The euphoric induced bliss of Eric's cock ramming itself into his prostate, and his hands working along his fevered flesh. And the feeling of fullness. He could never get over how enraptured the sensation could be.

This was so worth it. Screw Mystic Falls. Screw Elena's little friends. Screw the Originals. Screw his brother. Screw Elena. This was all he wanted in his life. All he needed.

"Fuck...Eric, mmmmm,"

Eric heard his name being moaned out and he gazed upward to see Damon lost in the throes of passion. His skin was flushed, and bliss was written all over his face. The vampire looked stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. Just like he had the first time he'd taken him.

He quickened his pace, if that was even possible at this point, his fangs leaving nips into the younger vampire's flesh. "Scream for me,"

Damon glanced at Eric confusingly for a moment, so lost in his euphoric high that he almost didn't hear the viking. But with one, murderous thrust, Damon gave in to the older vampire, his scream echoing in the tranquil forest, startling a flocks of birds who rustled the leaves on the trees as they flew away.

He could feel the bruises forming on his body, as blood dripped down his thighs as Eric brutally dominated him. He didn't know why being with such a powerful man, who abused his body in such a way that made his head swim and his arousal increase to such dangerous heights.

He felt his vision dimmer as Eric's hips snapped against his, driving into himself faster, and deeper inside of him. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, as his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip until he tasted blood. As the viking fucked him with vigour, and nudged his spot, yet again he finally shot his load, streams of it painting both of their bodies. He was gasping, his vision going black as his orgasm reverberated through his entire being.

Feeling the tight channel close around him like a vice as Damon climaxed, sent Eric over the edge, filling the younger vampire with his seed, some of it leaking down his thighs. After a few half hearted thrusts, he pulled himself out of Damon, watching as vampire just fell to the forest floor- completely unconscious.

He felt, for the second time that night, a need to leave Damon. This wasn't exactly how he thought his first encounter with the smaller vampire would go after his departure to free his maker Katherine. He wanted nothing to do with the older Salvatore. But as he watched his marks leave Damon's body as they healed, a possessive thought creeped inside him. One that had always haunted him since the day Damon left.

Damon was his.

And why should he give up what he owned?

Damon strolled into The Mystic Grill, his eyes darting from patron to patron wondering where on earth Stefan was. He'd expected some type of welcoming party, he did, after all, drop everything, and everyone he was doing to be here. Why bother getting an Original, who despised him, to plead with him to come back to this hick town. Not that Shreveport was much better, but at least they had Fangtasia, an overflowing supply of blood, and Eric.

"Damon?"

He looked up, only to roll his eyes as the quarterback waved at him from behind the bar. Well, since he was already here, he might as well empty the Grill's supply of bourbon.

"Matt," He replied, taking his usual seat at the bar. His gaze lingered on Ric's chair, wishing at this moment to see his old buddy. "Bourbon, please. Just a glass and the bottle. Make it snappy, I'm in the mood to get drunk,"

"Where have you been?" Matt questioned, handing him a glass, and a bottle of bourbon. "Everyone's been looking for you. We all thought you were dead,"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm alive and well. I took a leave of absence if you will. No point in staying in a town that has nothing for you, expect your annoying, saintly brother," He muttered, pouring himself a generous amount of bourbon before downing the entire glass in one go. "Speaking of Saint Stefan, you haven't seen him, have you? Not to sound rude, but when you ask favours of an Original to get your brother to come back to some dead end town to help with some unknown disaster, you'd think you'd throw your dear brother a welcoming party, or at least be waiting for his epic return. Didn't know I was asking too much, makes a guy feel unwanted,"

"I for one am glad you're back mate,"

Damon groaned as he felt a familiar arm wrap around him, his eyes slowly falling upon the one Original he didn't want to see. Klaus.

Why did he have an unsettling feeling the hybrid was the very reason he was summoned back?

"Klaus, you're still alive? How unfortunate for the world," He commented, finishing off his second glass, wondering why in hell he thought coming back was a good idea.

"I should be saying that to you Damon. Your brother and Elena's annoying little friends have been searching for you. How odd that it's my brother Elijah who knows you're alive and well?" Klaus countered, taking the bourbon bottle from him as his hand grasped the handle.

He shot the Original a questioning glare.

"Please, Damon, come join me. I have proposition I believe you'll want to hear,"

"Has hell frozen over?" He asked, mockingly looking around the room before his eyes settled on Klaus. "Don't think so. Leave your threats to my brother, they work much better on him. I'm currently functioning with little humanity,"

"That's the issue. Your brother isn't doing what I want. I'm hoping you can help with this little situation. I'll pay for your drinks, and whatever else you desire," Klaus proposed, his face coming inches from his ear. "Or I'll bite you, and leave you to die,"

"You had me at free drinks, but you better upgrade that bourbon. I'm not a cheap drunk," He whispered in Klaus' ear, giving him a playful smirk before strolling over to an empty booth.

Damon surveyed the Grill again, wondering how in five minutes he was already knee deep in Original drama. What did his brother do now? He swore that if Matt wasn't currently calling Stefan, he'd personally rip his heart out.

He really should have stayed in Louisiana.

"Thank you," He said as Klaus placed a glass in front of him, and poured him a full glass, before doing the same for himself. "So what can Damon Salvatore, serial killer extraordinaire do for you? Or better question, what mess do I have to clean up for my brother? Did he call you a bad name?"

"No, it's more of what he won't do. How much do you know about what's been going on since you left Mystic Falls? Has your brother told you anything of the five, the cure and/or Silas?" Klaus inquired.

"The only person I've spoken to since leaving is Elijah, and he wasn't exactly forthcoming. Blah blah blah, your brother needs you, blah blah blah, family is the most important bond, blah blah blah. Well you know how your brother gets. I only half agreed to come back just to shut him up," He replied, smirking into his glass as Klaus gave him a dangerous look.

"Watch what you say about my brother Elijah, I would hate for this to get bloody," Klaus threatened, he feigned sympathy, rolling his eyes in the process.

"And I wasn't in danger before agreeing to sit with you?" He mocked, watching the front door for any sign of his brother. "Look Klaus, as much as I'm loving our usual banter of threats and intimidation, I'd like to get on with this, so I can go kill my brother for ever asking me to come back,"

"Right, you mean seeing your dearest Elena, she's a vampire now if you weren't aware,"

"Is she? How nice. I didn't stick around for that party when I was hightailing it out of Mystic Falls," He said, refilling glass for the fourth time since arriving to the Grill. "So is that what this is? Some unknown threat to her life? You can kill her Klaus, I could care less. Kill my brother too if that's how you get your jollies off. It would mean I could leave,"

"It's good to know you won't let your humanity get in the way of what I need you to do" Klaus said, smirking as he leaned forward to prop his elbows on the table, his eyes studying him. "What I need from you is simple Damon. I need you to either convince your brother to assist the young Gilbert boy in completing the hunter's mark, or do it yourself,"

"And how do I possibly do that if I don't know what a hunter's mark is?" He asked.

"The hunter's mark is a tattoo that each member of the five has, an ancient order of vampire hunters. The mark, can only be completed if the hunter kills vampires," Klaus explained, as he refilled his glass, then his own again.

"So you want me to teach Jeremy how to kill vampires? Or convince my brother to,"

"Not exactly, that's what your brother is doing right now. I want to speed up the process by turning a bunch of vampires for the Gilbert boy to slaughter. As you can imagine, your brother is taking the moral high ground, he doesn't want to kill innocents,"

"Sounds like my brother, can barely kill a squirrel without feeling guilty and writing about it in his diary," He muttered, him and Klaus sharing a quick laugh. "So why do you care about some ancient order of vampire hunters and some mark? Does it lead to a pot of gold?"

"No, it leads to a grave of an immortal named SIlas. In that grave contains a cure for immortality,"

"A cure for immortality? Really? That sounds insane, and I'm sitting across from an Original hybrid," He interrupted, shaking his head in dismay. "So why do you want the cure? Tired of being rejected from everyone you love, and have decided to end it all? It would be my pleasure to kill you myself,"

"I'm sure it would be, mate" Klaus smiled darkly at him before moving and shoving a fork into his side. "But as you can imagine I want the cure before my enemies get ahold of it, and try to use it against me,"

"I can, I'd like to use it right now," He hissed as he pulled the fork out, placing it back onto the table. "So is that it? Get Jeremy to kill a bunch of vampires and complete some hunter's mark? Would you like me to hand him over to you too?"

"Just get him to complete the mark, and I will do the rest,"

"Alright, sure. Whatever, sounds easy enough,"

"That's it. No complaining. No sarcasm," Klaus said, giving him a curious look.

He could understand Klaus' reservations, he did always fight the Original against everything but without his feelings for Elena, or even his brother, he didn't care anymore. "Look Klaus, the sooner this is over. The sooner I can leave. Besides, I'd rather you not compel me, bite me, or hunt me down for centuries. It's not worth it,"

"Smart move Damon, You are much better without your pathetic love obsession with the Petrova doppelganger. You may be the better brother after all,"

"Do you say that to all your enemies. I feel so warm and tingly inside," He mocked, finishing off the last sip of bourbon from his glass. "Well if that's all you have to say, I'll be leaving. I'd stay, but then I'd have to kill myself,"

"Damon I'm giving you a week. Or you can imagine the consequences," Klaus threatened, his eyes inches from his.

They stared at each other for a long moment, before Klaus stood up, letting him out.

"Fine, I wasn't planning on staying much longer than that," He replied, purposefully colliding his shoulder with the hybrid's before walking out of the Grill

He really should have staying in Louisiana.

Damon felt something vibrating in his pocket as he stepped into the Salvatore boarding house and in a flash he was upstairs, inside his bedroom. He pulled his cellphone out, not bothering to check the caller id- there would be only one person who'd be calling him so late at night.

"Eric," He greeted, walking toward the window.

"Where are you?" Eric's deep voice barked into his ear.

"Miss me?" He answered, dodging Eric's question.

"Only if that means I miss my hand around your throat, then yes. I miss you. A note Damon? Really? Being clever are we,"

"You know I'm no good with goodbyes Eric. Besides, this time I'm coming back in a week. You won't even notice I'm gone,"

"Won't notice. Oh I noticed. I'm fucking furious. You better have a good explanation for why you left without saying goodbye. Again. And you better not be in Mystic Falls, or I will come there, and kill you,"

"Now, now Eric. Anger only leads to crows feet," He teased, trying to ease the tension.

"DAMON!"

"Okay. Look, it's complicated. While you were picking up Godric yesterday, Elijah called. Apparently my brother has been looking for me and needs my help,"

"So," Eric snarled, interrupting him.

"Let me finish. If my brother needs my help, then usually it has something to do with Klaus. And if my brother is going up against Klaus, he's bound to do something colossally stupid, and not only will that end up with his death, it could mean Klaus going after me too. So I came to Mystic Falls to hopefully talk my brother out of doing something that could potentially lead to the end of both our lives. Or worse.- spending an eternity on the run from him,"

"I thought Niklaus Mikaelson and your brother were friends?"

"Sure, back in the 20's. But when Klaus fled, he erased Stefan's mind. Then a few years ago he kidnapped him and forced him to become a ripper again and Stefan has never forgiven him," He explained as he threw himself on his bed, "My brother's a drama queen, what can I say? And he'll do anything to protect his beloved Elena,"

"Just as you used to," Eric commented, he could hear the anger at the edge of the viking's tone.

"Is that what this is about? Elena. You think I came back for her?" He asked, failing miserably as he tried to suppress a laugh. "Are you jealous?"

" It is not jealously Damon, just years of experience. She is the doppleganger of Katherine, your first love. I am not stupid, I have lived long enough to know one does not forget the love they share with their first,"

""Eric, my love for Elena is nothing like the one I once held for Katherine. And that was a love based on lies. They both will always love my brother more than me," He said with a sigh, even though his heart didn't want either of them, the thought of everyone loving his brother more always stung. Just a little bit. "But whatever, I'm over it. I have you, remember?"

"Yes, you do. And only me. Do remember, I do not share Damon,"

"Really? I hadn't noticed," He snickered, knowing full well how possessive and jealous Eric could become. "Though, now that you mention it, I am getting lonely. And hungry. Maybe I'll find someone to eat, and play with,"

"Don't you dare Damon-" Eric began in an authoritative tone, but he interrupted him.

"What can you do? You're in Shreveport, with a bunch of humans and vampires at your beck and call. Why can't I have some fun too?" He teased, knowing he was only infuriating the viking further but he was a little too drunk to care.

"You are mine Damon Salvatore, and I can, and will hurt you when I get my hands on you. Mystic Falls isn't that terribly far away, so, if I were you. I'd watch yourself,"

"And if I don't?"

"You'll find yourself desiccating, chained to a wall, your body bent in the most unimaginable ways, your throat raw from screaming my name so many times, and from frequent use from something more enjoyable if you know what I mean," Eric growled, feeling most of his blood flying southward, a soft moan of anticipation escaped him.

"Then I guess I'm just going to have to be bad then," He smiled wickedly, hearing only an animalistic growl coming from the other end of the line. "Very, very bad,"

"Damon-" He heard Eric growl, he could just picture Eric's face, eyes narrowed, fangs bared.

"Did you get my present?" He asked, getting bored of teasing Eric.

"Don't change the subject Damon, but actually it's one of the reasons I called. Why on earth are you giving me a stake? Is this your way of apologizing for leaving? Giving me something to kill you with," Eric asked, he could hear a hint of humor in the viking's tone.

"Actually no. It's special. It's a white oak stake, the only weapon on earth that can actually kill an Original. Any Original," He explained, take a pause to let it sink in. "So I figure, you should have it since you're the only vampire I trust, and the only vampire I've seen be able to overpower an Original. Look, this is going to sound sappy, so don't make fun of me but I may die here. I did just make a deal with Klaus, and who knows how that's going to turn out. If I do, please promise me you'll slaughter them all,"

"Damon, this could protect you. I could protect you. Let me come there. I could be there in a day-" Eric started, his voice full of concern but he interrupted him again.

"No, this is why I didn't invite you. I don't need you fighting my battles for me. I can do this all by myself. I'm not some human," He spat, realizing he sounded harsher than he intended.

"You know I do not baby you Damon, but they're dangerous, and I will not lose you. Again," Eric said, his words affecting him more than we wanted as he smiled. "Let me protect you Damon,"

"No, I'm sorry. Look Eric, I can hear my brother's car, I need to speak to him. I have to go," He lied, knowing if Eric asked again, he'd cave. Like he always did. He didn't want Eric in harms way. "Don't come, I'll see you in a week,"

And he hung up, not waiting for Eric's response.

One week.

What could go wrong?

Anyway that's it. Longer than I originally planned it. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Should I hide in a hole for the rest of my life for how terrible it is. Well no matter what, let me know.

How are the flashbacks? Annoying? Helpful? Does it make sense?

Please review! Let me know! Or follow, favorite. Or whatever your heart desires.

Till next time :)