Chapter 7: Trouble

How dare his brother tell him what do! How dare his brother blame him for all the wrong that is happening in the world! It's not like he'd been doing nothing. He knew the tomb vampires were an ever growing problem, but he was searching for them. Twenty-some odd angry, vengeful tomb vampires with centuries of elusive experience did not make them easy to find, especially when you considered the fact that Damon hadn't even known them that well when he was alive, so that made them even harder to track.

Then Ric had to try to placate things. Damon snapped his neck, and there's no doubt that the touchy-feely history teacher will be mad all over again. Ric should know by now to not get in his way when he was angry. He's impulsive, everyone knows that. Then again, no one really ever blames him for his impulsiveness unless it seems convenient for them to guilt trip him. It was such a bunch of crap. Damon didn't need this.

So here he is, in a foreclosure, a nice one mind you, and he's absent-mindedly sucking blood from this strange girl's carotid. She's giggling and laughing with him, despite the fact that she's probably dying. Damon doesn't need her screaming, running from him, or possibly trying to fight him, so he just compelled her. He figures that he'd stay here for a while and then wander back home to the other side of town.

Damon can't even begin to describe how upset he was that hunters came, and not just any hunters, but ones that Ric seemed to know. Also, they are somehow connected to that other one that came to town about seventeen years ago. He doesn't need this stress. He knew that it would have been a better idea to compel the older man into thinking that he solved the case, but he didn't need the man coming back looking for vampires, in fact he didn't need the guy to even know they existed. He just told the guy it was a ghost. It wasn't his fault the older man wrote a vague unrevealing message in his journal about the so-called "case".

Besides, Damon was very much occupied during that time. He couldn't think through how to completely compel away the hunter problem. He thought he came up with something very good. It's nighttime of the next night when Damon finally decides to wander home. He turns his cell-phone on and frowns when he sees that he's had like fifty missed calls. He rolls his eyes, sits on the couch and starts listening to the first message.

By the time he finishes with the messages, Damon is not just seeing red, oh no that would be the understatement of the millennium, no he was freaking pissed. More than pissed, in fact there weren't words to describe how angry he is right now. He immediately sets out to find Ric. Without a doubt the hunter would be in his loft, sulking about how he'd been killed for like the fifth time or whatever number the last one was. Damon lost track after the first time, besides if he really wanted to know he could just ask Ric, without a doubt the drunk, history teacher/hunter would know. He doesn't even bother to observe the rules of the road, as he makes his way to the loft, besides he'd just kill the cops who thought pulling him over would be a good idea anyways, so it's not like there would have been a problem, well for him that is, as for the cops and their families that would have been an entirely different playing field.

"Ric!" He shouts as he bangs on the teacher's door, "Ric! What's the meaning of this?"

Ric opens up after barely seconds of hearing Damon banging on the door. "Damon, done sulking, I see."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, do you want to tell me what the hell is going on, or do I have to torture it out of you?" Damon was in no mood for playing games. This is war; the tomb vampires have declared war. Damon's overabundant need for revenge is eating up his entire being.

"Come in, Damon." Ric says.

Damon glares at the man while he walks into the room. He barely notices two of the other hunters sitting there, with stakes in their hands giving him wary looks. "Ric, you better fill me in on this, or I swear that a broken neck isn't all that ring'll bring you back from."

"The tomb vampires they took Stefan and Sam—" Ric is interrupted.

"Yeah, apparently Sam, thought that we should talk to you and your brother. You're monsters, and I'm going to kill you." Dean threatens as he walks up to stand in front of Damon.

Damon just scoffs, "You don't usually tell the person what you're going to do, before you have the upper hand, because it makes it really easy to counter." Damon's eyes flash full of rage and he grabs Dean and pushes him against the wall. The machete falls out of Dean's hand and onto the floor with a clunk. Bobby immediately rises, ready to come to Dean's aide.

"Damon, enough." Ric commands.

Damon narrows his eyes and glares at Dean, seemingly ignoring Ric, "You don't get to threaten me, do you understand. I'm giving you this offer as a courtesy to Ric and my brother, you are allowed to help me on the rescue mission, but I want you gone after we're done, understand?" Damon growls. "Or I'll kill you myself."

Dean just gives him a hard glare and swallows, but he nods nevertheless.

Damon throws him to the ground at Bobby's feet, then he starts going for the door.

"Where are you going?" Ric asks hastily.

"Getting my brother back." Damon sneers as he opens the door.

"We have to have a plan Damon, you can't just run in there grab your brother, kill Fredrick and walk out. It won't be that easy." Ric explains. "Besides, they're in a house, what if you can't get in?"

Damon tightens his jaw and then clenches his hands into fists as he turns around and looks at Ric, "What do you propose, then?"

"I'll go into the house, see if there's a human in there, and then I'll bring them out to you if there are." Ric says.

Damon narrows his eyes, "Why should I trust you, I killed you."

Ric rolls his eyes, "Let's not do the 'I'm lonely and have no friends thing now', okay? We both know that we're friends regardless."

Damon seems to relax a little at that, "How many vervain darts do you have?"

"Ten." Ric replies.

"They coming?" Damon asks, indicating the two hunters carefully watching the exchange in the background.

"You might not have a choice." Ric replies.

"You two good with a crossbow?" Damon asks, suddenly all business.

Dean raises his machete, "I'm more an up and personal kind of guy."

Damon rolls his eyes, "What about you?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." Bobby says while narrowing his eyes.

"Great, there's our plan." Damon says in conclusion.

Ric sighs exasperatedly and gives Damon a pointed look. Damon raises his eyebrows in curiosity at that, "Damon, I think we need a little more preparation than that."

"Fine." Damon says as he reluctantly sits down.

AN: Yes, I know, long time, no post. I'm sorry. I'm leaving for basic in about two weeks, so things are hectic, my goal is to finish this story before I leave, and hopefully have a sequel when I get back. I'm not sure if I'm doing a sequel, but if I were that'd be the plan, and yes this chapter was uneventful, for that I'm sorry. Don't worry, things will be picking up soon, I promise. I'm thinking next chapter we'll see what Stefan and Sam were doing up until they were captured, but I guess you're going to have to wait to find out. Hopefully I'll be able to post another chapter by Friday, but I'm not making any promises. Anyways, read and review. If I can get to twenty-eight reviews I'll post tomorrow night. There that's a goal for you and me, haha. Anyways please let me know what you think of this chapter. I promise within the next chapter or two things will get more angsty and suspenseful. I'll start doing cliffhangers, yes, that's right! I know, their dreadful, but they make your imagination go wild, huh? That's what I love. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.