Duality in the Moon

So, I'm thinking that I'll tease you guys more. Sorry but I want you guys to understand the characters and how they act in this story before they met. Stefan will be in this story but he's a little OCC.

Warnings:Stefan OCC, , blood

Damon sat in his room and stared at the painting in front of him. Bonnie had hung it up directly in his line of vision. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. He could hear the girls that Elijah had, moaning loudly as he fed from them and worked them. He had already told Elijah that he was going with Isobel to this town of Mystic Falls. He was going to look at the twins and then decide which one he wanted.

He had Bonnie packing his bags of clothes and things he would need. He was sending Tyler down with him. He was the strongest wolf and next in line to be leader, just in case if anything got out of hand. Tyler would handle it for him. He laid himself out on his bed and sighed. He couldn't believe what was going on.

He needed a Queen because all the vampires, men and women, alike were waiting for any chick to be by his side but Damon wasn't like that. If he wanted someone to spend the rest of his life with her, she had to have fire in her eyes and she had to be bold. He wanted her to stand up for her beliefs and take charge. It's what got his blood boiling, but he knew there was no woman like that. They were too timid and it made him very angry.

He wanted the girls to be louder.

"Lord, Stefan is here."

Damon sat up and looked at the door. A young maid of his was bowing as she step aside to give room for Damon's little brother, Stefan.

Stefan had green eyes that reminded everyone of peaceful things but that wasn't the case. Stefan was anything but peaceful. He may have looked it but that was to attract his admirers. He tricked them and bleed them dry for all they were worth. His hair was slicked up and his face was set in hard cold stone. He walked into the room with his hands behind his back. His cloak brushing the ground as he walked into Damon's room. He bowed lightly before straightening himself, his eyes going over in the room.

"You changed it." Stefan's voice had no emotion behind it. It was cold and dead.

"It's been a hundred years, Stefan. Or did you forget?" Damon stood up off the bed and walked up to his brother. He was dressed in the clothes that he had decided to wear. A long black cloak that was laid out on his bed. A nice white shirt and brown pants that covered the top of his shoes.

"Sorry. I've been traveling the world. Are you jealous by that known fact I can leave when you can't?" Stefan teased before walking past Damon to go over what was on Damon's desk. Both stacks of requests had leveled down since that morning.

"I'm jealous of nothing. Don't get things twisted Stefan. You came to visit and now you get to watch my castle. While I'm gone. If you need anything, Bonnie with be here to help. Lexi, your girl, is downstairs. She's cleaning up the rest of the feast that you missed."

"I only missed a little. Nothing important. Why are you going to be leaving me?" Stefan formed a pout on his lips. It turned into a smile after a couple of seconds. Stefan never smiled. He hated smiling. It was a human thing, it was a weak human thing.

"I'm going to Mystic Falls with Isobel. She found some girls that I would like. Plus I need a vacation. Just stay here. Don't kill the locals and if you need anything, ask Elijah. He's always around somewhere. The wolves with be out tonight. They are doing my rounds since everyone else is busy preparing for my leave."

Stefan nodded his head and looked into Damon's eyes, before he turned towards the portrait.

"They are beautiful, bring me back the one you don't chose." Stefan continued to scan over the picture, his eyes going on the one that was sitting down. "I mostly like the smiling one. She's shy, probably a virgin. I like that. Give me her." Stefan pointed at her, his head tilted, studying her.

Damon thought about it. He could give Stefan the other one. His interest was the other one. She seemed to be like the one that he thought about, fiery and vocal.

"Go head. I'll take the other."

Stefan chuckled.

"Good. Virgins are the hidden freaks. Love that." He licked his lips and his fangs popped from his gums and he laughed, he just laughed.

~ . ~

~The next day~

"Isobel is coming back with the King. Prepare for a feast."

Elena rolled her eyes as she washed the pots in the kitchen. Her dress was torn at her knees and was left short for imagination. Her sister was rolling a pin of bread, flatting it out. She was making bread for the party. Isobel said that she loved her bread dipped in human blood and would only allow Katherine to make it. So Katherine made it.

Elena picked up the pot from the wash bin and placed it on the counter as she dried her hands on a towel that was wrapped around her hips. She walked over towards her sister and swept the hair from her face.

"Sister, the King is coming. I heard he's to die for." Katherine cooed.

Katherine rolled her tongue between her teeth, bobbing her head as she smashed the bread once again. Her hair blowing behind her and around her. Someone had just opened the door to the cold outside and the breeze settled into the kitchen.

Elena rolled her eyes.

"Gosh, Kat. All you think about is boys." Elena drawled as she grabbed a dirty bowl from off where Katherine was. She picked up the rest of the dough and smashed it onto the counter, grabbing the other rolling pin and rolling it over the bread to spread it out.

"Why yes I do. Mason is a great lover, but I want to try something better. I'm thinking the King. I mean come on. He's the King of all vampires. He owns a castle somewhere in Italy and Mistress Isobel is inviting him back here. Are you serious?" Katherine exclaimed as she dropped her rolling pin and smashed the bread together. She bit her lip as she began to form the perfect circle, digging her fist deep into the bread to form a cater.

"I don't see how you can bring these men to your bed, sister." Elena asked as she rolled the bread, before she too made the perfect circle.

Katherine turned to her sister.

"I do what I want. Isobel doesn't mind. I keep Mason happy and Isobel loves that I do. Once you try to at least get with a vampire or werewolf. You tell me how to live my life, sister." Katherine said her words with harsh coldness that shook Elena. Katherine snatched off the pan from above her and placed the bread inside of it before going over towards the oven.

Elena knew that her sister was a little out there and yet she loved her. She didn't want her get hurt but she couldn't think of the fact that the King of all vampires was coming and everyone was flipping out over nothing. He was probably some old guy that couldn't move an inch. Her sister must have sniffed the pot a little to much, because old, very old vampires were not hot.

Elena just shivered at the thought.

Vampires, well the ones she had seen, was not hot at all.

"Elena, go outside and brush the horse's hair. Isobel might want to go riding after Damon is back. She might go to Jessie's shop, while later."

Elena nodded her head and walked away, her sister was right behind her to finish the rest of what Elena had started.

She walked out of the kitchen and into the cold night air, her surroundings, going over everything that she saw.

It was cold out and it was starting to snow, tiny snow flakes were falling from the sky and settling on the ground. Elena walked over them, feeling the cold scratch against her legs as she rushed over towards the horse's stable, trying to be quick.

She rushed inside the barn and was greeted with torches aflame, hanging from the ceiling to give the barn warmness. Elena grabbed a torch and took it off it's hook, holding on to it as she walked over to the only horse that was in there. The rest was out with Isobel while she was in Italy to visit the King.

She walked into the stable where Isobel's purebred horse was. It had white spots all over it on it's black coat. It's hair was on and touched it's legs as it walked around the stable to the water that was stored there.

"Frankie." Elena called as she stepped into the pin and placed the torch down in it's holder. She didn't want to burn the horse as she brushed it's hair. Last time Frankie, got burned, Isobel bled half the staff till one the maids said that she did it. Revenge for death of her husband.

Elena never seen so much blood, before.

She shook her head and walked over towards the tiny desk that was in the far right corner. It had brushes, combs, and things of the sort.

She grabbed a brush and a comb and turned to work on Frankie.

Her mind lost as she did so.

~ . ~

Elena was walking out of the barn, she had stayed in there a couple of hours brushing Frankie's hair and talking to him. He was like her journal and she loved it. He just gave her quick head nods and Elena actually felt like he understood her for that split second, even though he was just a horse.

She cleared everything out of her mind and she felt bettter.

She walked slower back towards Isobel's castle, taking her time to admire the scenery when she heard loud noises.

She quickly turned her head and saw that the carriage was coming at her.

She throw herself off to the side and rolled in the grass, breaking her arm on impact.

She screamed out in pain and hissed as she cradled her arm to her warm body.

She tried her best to stand but she couldn't. Her ankle was bruised and she knew that she wouldn't be able to walk on it.

"Elena, what are you doing out here?"

Elena turned her head and saw that Isobel was walking to her. She had her hair down and old blood on her lips. A fresh bite mark was on her neck. She was holding the ends of her dress up as she walked to Elena. Her dress was pure white with red blotches on the side.

Elena sat up and cradled her arm tight to her.

"I was called to wash Frankie, Mistress. I was coming out when your carriage flew by. I threw myself out of the way and fell on my arm. It's broken Mistress."

Isobel cocked her head and walked over to the driver. He was calming his heavy beating heart when he was snatched off the stand. The horses tapped their hooves against the ground and stood still as Isobel threw the man. He landed and rolled beside Elena.

"What exactly did I tell you, Mr. Butch?"

She looked at him with cold eyes.

Before he could answer, though, Elena heard another noise. She heard laughter.

She looked over to the carriage and saw a man standing beside the open door.

He was leaning against it and he was smiling. He had short black hair that fell around his ice piercing blue eyes.

He was looking at her.

He leaned off the door and closed it shut behind him, walking up beside Isobel. She stepped to the side and bowed, stepping back. Her eyes never leaving her driver.

"Isobel, calm down. He didn't mean to rush." The man's voice was cold and Elena looked over him quickly with her eyes. "Did you Butch?"

Elena glanced over to her right and looked at the man beside him. He was shivering from the cold. Elena was too but right now all she felt was pain.

"No of course not, King. I have to relieve myself and wanted to get her as fast as possible. My fingers are numb, sir."

The man rolled his eyes and looked at Isobel and then at Elena. She jumped.

"You rush because you have to go to the bathroom? You cause this young lady to jump in the process of breaking her arm. Her ankle is bruised and you have to go pee?"

The man beside her nodded his head and tears came to his eyes.

Elena knew what was going to happen next but she would have assumed that Isobel do it.

But Isobel didn't.

It was the one dressed as King.

He sped over to them and picked up Butch by his collar, he raised him up higher before snapping his neck. He dropped him on the ground and went over to pick up Elena.

She didn't fight but struggled a little as he grabbed her arm. It hurt like hell.

"Get a werewolf or vampire driver." The King said that directing it towards Isobel as he walked ahead of her. "Get someone to get the bags." He also ordered as he walked away.

It was nearly four in the morning and the sun was setting.

"Yes sir. What will you do with Elena, Damon?"

Damon turned his head to look at Isobel.

"Heal her up."

He left Isobel to her business and began to walk towards the house.

Elena was in his arms and she looked at his features, wondering what could she say.

Could it be an easy thank you or should she curse and say that she could fix it herself?

Elena bit her tongue.

He was the King and she didn't want to get killed by talking to the King anyway she wanted too.

But she couldn't say that she wasn't surprised.

She thought he was old.

He wasn't old, not in physical appearance.

Her sister, Katherine would have a hoot.

I know the ending was a little eh but next chapter. Damon and Elena get to talk.

A little Katherine.

I warn Damon/other, blood, OCC, and maybe a little rape.

It wasn't as great as usual because I got a very upsetting review on Black Lemons.