A/N : I know this one's short, but I just finally got my computer back and wanted to give you guys something before I get back into school-mode. Don't forget to review and tell me your thoughts!
Standing on the front steps of the burning mansion was Jonathan, smiling wickedly at us.
With blithe nonchalance, he raised two heads; completely detached from their bodies. A pretty girl and a handsome boy.
Their cousins.
"Damon, Nathaniel…Gabriel. I've been expecting you all for quite some time now. Why don't we have a little chat, Hm?"
Oh, balls.
Out of nowhere, Damon yanked at my arm and pulled me onto his back.
I guess we're making a run for it then.
"Stop. Right. There" Jonathan snarled, the inhuman sound sent shivers through my entire body.
Without any hesitation, Damon, Nathaniel, and Gabriel all froze. Peter and I exchanged a panicked glance and turned warily to Jonathan. He wasn't paying us any attention. Instead, he was pacing between his brothers.
"I hoped you'd come after our dear lost cousins for help." Jonathan sing-songed, the wicked smile was still on his face. Idly, almost absently, Jonathan backhanded Gabriel's frozen form and sent his brother flying into a tree some thirty yards away.
I grit my teeth but stayed where I was. If we had any hope of defeating Jonathan, we had to be smart about it. Especially since he could use Nathaniel, Gabriel, and Damon like puppets.
Damon snarled loudly and Jonathan raised an eyebrow, coming to stand in front of his brother.
"What was that, Damon? What did you say?" Jonathan teased, cupping his palm around his ear and leaning towards Damon.
Damon, somehow managed to inch forward and use his teeth to tear Jonathan's ear off.
With crazed eyes, Jonathan raised Damon by his throat and plunged his other hand deep inside Damon's abdomen.
Without thinking, I launched myself at Jonathan and beat him as roughly as I could; gouging his eyes, tearing at his already injured ear, ripping at his hair…It didn't seem to affect him, but it still made him release Damon- whom fell to the ground looking way too pale against the dark crimson liquid that soaked his shirt. For a few seconds, I was deathly afraid for Damon, but the slow rise and fall of his chest forced me to relax a small amount.
My relief wasn't long lived, Jonathan whirled around and glared at me with furious red eyes. Before my eyes could even register the movement, Jonathan back-handed me, and sent me sprawling; forcing a small cry from my lips. If I ever thought this fucking lunatic had any redeeming qualities at all, they were gone now.
God damn, crazy vampire.
My head was throbbing, making me feel nauseas with a faint undertone of wanting to die. As much as I wished to escape Jonathan, I'd rather get his brothers to safety first. After all, they were the ones that Jonathan really wanted to hurt. I clutched my cheek, turning my head slowly to glare at the insane vampire. He was watching me with mild interest.
Well, not so much me, but the small trail of blood falling down my chin from where his blow split my lip. I hated him, and I made sure to voice that thought as I wiped the blood from my chin.
Jonathan, had me back on my feet and was softly caressing the broken flesh near my lip within the blink of an eye. It was unnerving the way that he didn't try to slow his movements like his brothers did.
He brushed the hair from my face and tightened his grip in my blonde locks when I tried to move away. Oh, I hated him.
"Get your hands off me!" I snapped, trying to swat him away. His hand came to rest at my jaw with brutal force. For a brief second I was worried that he would break it, but after a small second, Jonathan's grip loosened.
It would bruise. That was for damn sure.
I glared at him as he stepped away; a sad, almost, remorseful look on his face.
"You don't hate me, love. Not yet. Not even close" He said softly, before the mask of indifference and pure insanity was reapplied.
I didn't want to ponder what his words meant, and Jonathan didn't give me time to. He was a sudden blur again, and he quickly disposed of the now rousing Gabriel, the hostile Nathaniel, and the perplexed Peter within a few seconds. I wasn't even able to make sure that they weren't fatally injured before Jonathan advanced on me. Just before he reached me, Jonathan was forced to stop. We both glanced down to see Damon's pale hand wrapped tightly around Jonathan's ankle. Damon barely managed to lift his head and snarl at me to run, before exhaustion took a hold of him.
Without a thought, I darted away. It doesn't matter how much I didn't want to leave them all their. When Damon tells you to do something, you do it.
I didn't have to worry much about leaving them behind, I was tackled from behind as I ran and dragged roughly to the ground. I felt the sharp crack when my head connected with a rock on the ground (just my luck) and saw Jonathan's silhouette smirking down at me darkly before everything went dark.
Third POV
Damon awoke to the sound of the trees rustling anxiously in the wind. His eyes snapped open and his first thought was that he had to fucking eat something-now. His second thought, was of the gaping hole in his stomach that was healing at an infuriatingly slow pace (yet another reason to go drain some innocent dry); and his third and most troubling thought was that Chloe was gone. And so was Jonathan.
Damon was pretty sure that neither of his brothers had heard him curse as maliciously as he did then.
This whole situation was just…unpleasant.
One part of Damon- the smart part, the part that's kept him alive all these years, is telling him to forget about Chloe. There are plenty of prettier, easier, tastier girls out there.
The other part of Damon was strangling the more rational part and bashing it's head against a concrete wall deep within the dark recesses of Damon's mind.
Sometimes, he really hated himself.
Jonathan, had probably planned it this way of course; the conniving snake, that he was.
Jonathan knew that they would all go for Chloe, in fact, Jonathan probably expected it.
It was bait, and they were all going to walk right into it. For Damon, it wasn't the simple fetish he had for rescuing damsels in distress (and then distressing them even more). This was something more personal.
Damon had claimed Chloe. She was his, and no one else had the right to take her from him.
Damon clenched his jaw as he rose to his feet in one, swift, graceful, movement.
Gabriel glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"Food?" Gabriel asked, without really saying it like a question.
"And then Chloe" Damon nodded grimly. He felt sorry for the poor bastards he would prey on tonight. He was in a mood, and he knew it- which was never a good sign. When Damon could tell that he was in a mood…nothing good happened.
"You know that it's a trap" The annoying werewolf said blandly.
Damon was about to snap that 'instead of stating the obvious and being nothing but a dead weight, the werewolf should do something that was anatomically impossible while the real monsters did what they do best' but after a warning look from Nathaniel, Damon settled for a brief warning snarl before he launched himself at the mongrel.
After a brief sibling squabble, they all took off in search of food. Nathaniel with the dog and Damon with the whiner.
This night just kept getting better and better, Damon thought to himself as his abdomen decided to heal itself the most painful way possible. Damon was starting to understand why Gabriel wanted Jonathan dead all those years ago.
With the last of his energy, Damon took off into the forest at a fast sprint.
Jonathan would pay.
He would make sure.