A/N: Ok hope everyone's enjoying it still. Sorry there's no beta so please ignore any and all spelling and grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter Three:
Klaus felt the cool night air brush over him in a chilling caress as he left the bar. It felt refreshing though and helped clear some of the fogginess in his brain left over from the alcohol.
He had no idea why he had actually allowed himself to be so honest with Damon. There was just something in him that made him want to explain himself, something that made him feel comfortable doing so.
He remembered when he was a boy his mother telling him and his siblings a story that involved something similar to the feelings plaguing him at the moment, but he didn't even want to consider that.
They were legends, superstitions, something his mother made up to make vampirism seem good.
He was interrupted from his musings by the younger vampire looking around for his car.
"Going somewhere?" he asked.
"Well I'm hungry and you've been all silent and deadly for a little too long for my liking" said Damon
Laughing in surprise Klaus said "Silent and deadly?"
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about" said Damon defensively gesturing at Klaus's posture.
Klaus realised that he kind of was in a predatory stance and he had taken a few steps in Damon's direction so he could stand closer to the other vampire.
Outside, without all the other all consuming scents of the bar; the drinks, humans and the air conditioning, Klaus could really appreciate Damon's smell. It was amazing, like warm chocolate and orange with something else, something he couldn't but his finger on but he bet that he could if he bit him.
Not to kill him but just to taste him. For some reason he knew that the older Salvatore would taste incredible.
"Ok I'm going to leave" said Damon who looked slightly flushed.
This brought the wolf out in Klaus even more and he couldn't stop the grin that split his features.
"But we haven't finished our game" he said his voice slightly thicker than usual.
"What do you want to ask me?" questioned Damon standing his ground much to Klaus's delight.
"You said you were hungry yes?" asked Klaus.
"I did" said Damon frowning slightly he obviously was wondering where he was going with this.
Klaus took a causal step forward enjoying how Damon's cerulean eyes widened ever so slightly. He wondered if he was the only one who could see these tells that Damon didn't seem conscious of.
He was momentarily distracted by how Damon looked. His pale skin was practically glowing highlighting his wolf like eyes and charcoal hair.
Klaus realised that he had never been so captivated by anyone before in his life. He mentally catalogued the look for later.
"Why don't we get a snack? Unless of course the rumours are true and you don't dine out anymore" challenged Klaus.
Klaus wasn't really sure but he suspected as much.
Call it Petrova intuition or Original sixth sense but he had a feeling the little doppelganger wasn't too different from Katherine; at least when it came to the Salvatore brothers. He wanted to see how strong Elena's hold on Damon was.
Klaus hadn't been around for so long without hearing a few things on the grape vine. Stefan may be the ripper but Damon was not without his fair share of notoriety.
He was just more selective with his victims and they normally deserved it. That didn't take away from the deadly viciousness in which he executed his revenge or warnings.
"I'm not like Saint Stefan" said Damon his eyes instantly going as hard as steal.
Klaus had hit a nerve that much was for sure. He just wasn't sure why.
"I can control myself when I need too and for my own reasons" he finished turning away.
Klaus grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall of the grill.
Damon tried to struggle but it was useless against his hybrid strength.
"The last time I pinned you to something it was a little more difficult" said Klaus squeezing down on Damon's bicep with enough force to crack bone and make the older Salvatore wince in pain and bite his lip enough to draw blood.
He was referring to the time when Damon had come to the bar in Chicago with Elena to try and drag his brother back home and to the path of salvation or some such nonsense.
"So I'm guessing that's a yes that you haven't been drinking human blood in a little while" said Klaus mockingly as he stared down at Damon.
"Yeah fine, so what?" asked Damon annoyed.
"So you're miserable without it. Even I can see that" said Klaus who was struck by a sudden revelation. He could sense it off the younger vampire.
He hated feeling like this. Weaker then another and it was worse for him; as he was a pretty powerful vampire when he wanted to be. Even now he put up a good struggle that impressed Klaus.
He said as much and was rewarded by Damon's look of utter disbelief.
"Tell me I'm wrong?" said Klaus moving closer to the dark haired vampire.
Damon nodded his head slightly. A tiny movement, so small no mortal would ever have noticed it.
Klaus stood back abruptly letting go of Damon before gesturing to the side.
"Well come on then" Klaus smirked directing Damon's attention to a group of guys that had come out of the Grill stumbling and faltering in a drunken state.
Klaus wasn't really sure what he expected, Damon didn't seem to follow the normal patterns that he had come to expect from both vampires and mortals.
He could have followed his brother's example and sulked before accusing Klaus of being evil and how he wouldn't stoop to his level etc etc.
Which he really wasn't trying to do, he actually just didn't see the point in Damon going against his nature. It made no sense.
He was surprised therefore when Damon smiled. Not just any smile but a grin of such temptation, wickedness and daring that Klaus was taken aback.
Damon was gone in a blur and the next thing Klaus knew the four guys were on the ground unconscious. Damon hadn't killed them but he had drained them enough that they were close to death.
Klaus stood smiling at Damon's little statement; he hadn't killed because Klaus told him to, he had drunk from a human because it was what he wanted.
A laughed slipped past his lips when Damon strolled over with a little frown marring his features.
"I got blood on my shirt. This was expensive" he said actually pouting adorably at the tiny little speck of red on his purple silk shirt.
"Come on dark prince" laughed Klaus "the nights not over yet, besides I'm the one who should be mad you ate without me"
Damon rolled his eyes but followed Klaus to his car.
"Wait there's no way I'm leaving my baby here" said Damon halting before Klaus's own black Lincoln navigator.
"Don't worry I'll have someone take it back to your place" said Klaus waving it off as he got in to the driver's side.
After a few minutes Damon climbed in next to him.
"This is a pretty sweet car" said Damon admiring the luxurious interior.
"Wait until you see how it runs love" smiled Klaus before revving the engine and pulling out of the Grill.
OOOO
Damon was enjoying himself. He had to admit it. The night wasn't going how he suspected it would and yeah if someone were to ask him a couple of weeks ago if he would ever have gotten into Klaus's car willingly with no coercion, well he would have called them crazy.
However, for the first time in years he felt relaxed. Not to mention he was beginning to feel a little like his old self thanks to feeding straight from a human.
He hadn't killed Mystic Fall's finest because there wasn't any point. Tomorrow they would wake up feeling pretty worse for wear but would just blame it on what they had to drink.
No problems. Damon was not just feeling good about the blood though because it made him feel more normal but because it reminded him why he was always scoffing at Stefan's lifestyle choice.
Plus hanging out with Klaus was becoming slightly addictive.
"So you've seemed too have perked up nicely" said Klaus not taking his eyes from the road.
"Well I'm still a little drunk and full. It makes for a nice combination" said Damon.
"Yeah but it's something else. You look pretty smug" said Klaus still not looking at Damon but Damon could tell he had the Originals full attention.
"Well I've also just re-concluded something in a way" Damon smirked.
"Which would be...?" said Klaus sounding quiet frustrated.
Damon guessed he was used to getting his answers a little quicker and enjoyed the Originals impatience.
"Well, it's like I'm always saying to Stefan, we don't have to be victims to our natures. I just proved it back there" said Damon.
Klaus was silent for awhile.
Damon wasn't sure what to say. He had a sneaking suspicion that Klaus was mulling something over and decided to leave him with it for now.
He found himself taking little looks at the Original from the corner of his eye every now and again.
Damon couldn't help but notice the other mans looks. He was beautiful no question, he had the sweet charming looks of an aristocratic noblemen but with a fierceness to his features that was reminiscent of warriors of old. Like an avenging angel from scripture.
Damon had noticed other guy's looks before but always in a passive way. There was something about Klaus though, something that sparked an interest in him.
Hell more of an interest he thought with a sigh. His life could never be easy could it? He thought to himself.
Suddenly Klaus stopped the car outside the Michelson estate. Well the one they were currently residing in anyway while in Mystic Falls.
"What are we doing here?" he asked curiously.
"No offense love but this town isn't exactly the most exciting, there's not that many places to go. So I figure we can go back to mine for a nightcap" said the blond original as he stepped out of the car.
"Well no arguments there" said Damon but he didn't follow the older vampire.
"But how do I know I'm not going to be bound gagged and captured if I go in there with you?" asked Damon crossing his arms over his chest.
He hadn't completely lost his mind. Klaus might still want him dead. A couple of drinks didn't change that.
Klaus walked towards him smirking slightly and it was then that Damon realised what he had said.
"Well Damon I won't lie and say I don't like it a little rough" he quipped "But really I'm gentlemen enough to at least buy you dinner first".
Damon felt himself blush slightly. Klaus was really throwing him off centre. A comment like that should not be making him of all people feel all warm and strange inside.
"Well you did buy me drinks so a guy could wonder" he said trying to regain his footing.
Klaus laughed but there was an odd glint in his eyes, one that made Damon feel completely exposed.
They stood staring at one another for a moment before Klaus finally turned and started walking back towards the house.
"I give no guarantees on your first suspicions but I can give my word that you will not be forced to do anything you don't want to do" promised Klaus.
Damon knew he would probably regret it but he followed the blonde Original anyway. When they got to the door Klaus turned around stopping Damon in his tracks.
"Who knew Damon Salvatore could trust" he said jokingly but the look in his eyes said something else. There was something there that Damon couldn't exactly pin point but he knew it was important.
Abruptly Klaus turned around but before he took two steps into the foyer he was slammed into the floor by something that was definitely sprouting fur.
Klaus had throw the attacker off within seconds but there were more coming from the stairs and the other rooms of the house.
Damon didn't even think twice he attacked the first two that were circling Klaus predatorily while another three were attacking him directly.
He realised that the intruders were werewolves with some already in their transformed state while others were still human but had pretty nasty looking knives.
So far none of them pulled a gun but that's probably because there wasn't much time.
Klaus and Damon were making short work of them but they were pretty strong. One guy with black tattoos inking both his arms made a jump for Damon that saw his shirt get scratched to shreds. Luckily he hadn't marked Damon's flesh but still it was a close call.
He ripped his head off quickly before taking down another one who had been sneaking up on him from behind.
The rest of the pack started to flee when they could see that they were fighting a losing battle.
The place had on odd scent to it that Damon was beginning to recognize as werewolf but it was covered by other smells.
They had obviously been trying to cover their tracks so that Klaus or any of the other originals would have walked in without suspecting anything odd.
Damon surveyed the bodies around him making sure they were no one he knew or that could lend an explanation for why the attack had happened.
At least none of them were Tyler. Damon didn't particularly care for the teen but he would never live it down if he had killed him.
Turning back he saw Klaus standing in the middle of the carnage, his eyes were golden amber instead of the usual vampire red. His injuries were healing quickly and other then his clothes being rumpled and torn he seemed to be ok.
However he was looking at Damon with on odd expression on his face.
"You helped me" he finally said after awhile.
"Well yeah I'm guessing even the big bad werevamp could do with a little assistance every now and then. Besides you're not the only bad ass in this town" sniffed Damon feeling uncomfortable under Klaus's scrutiny.
"Do you have any idea why this happened?" asked Damon looking down at his clothes in dismay.
They were completely ruined.
"No but I could probably assume it had something to do with me trying to turn a pack of theirs" said Klaus nudging one of the bodies with his foot. His hands were behind his back and he made no other move.
Damon laughed. He couldn't help it. This night was just full of surprises.
"Yeah that'll do it. Ok we better move the bodies" said Damon.
Klaus still looked like he had never seen Damon before. But after a moment he snapped into action.
"I'll call someone to do that. Come on, we'll have to get you some new clothes" said Klaus walking over to an intercom.
He pressed a button and gave a few instructions to some women who answered and then he was walking towards the stairs.
"Well it's the least you can do" said Damon trying to lighten the mood.
Really though he was feeling pretty out of it. He was following on Original upstairs to borrow some clothes from this towns supposed "worse enemy" after saving said enemy from a pack of angry werewolves.
Just another Friday night.
A/N: Ok I hope people like how the story is panning out. Please review if you like and want to read more! =)