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Damon POV

"Hello Brother," he says with a smirk.

"Stefan."

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He's standing tall and firm, unwavering. He has a playful, almost sarcastic glint in his eyes. He is up to something. It's all in his posture and body language. It's hard to read, unless you know Stefan well. I know my brother well, well enough to know he's up to something.

"It's been quite some time since I've last seen you Damon," Stefan says as he walks towards me in the foyer, closing the distance between us.

"Yes, it has Stef," I agree.

Stefan just nods his head once and tilts it to the side, giving me a mischievous smirk.

What on earth is he up to? Just as I'm about to ask what he's up, to our parents waltz into the foyer. My mother is on my father's arm looking a little down until she sees me and her eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning.

My mother immediately drops ahold of my father and dashes straight over to me, giving me a tight squeeze, a little too tight I might add.

"My Damon you're home," she says contentedly.

"Too…tight, can't…breathe," I utter out between breaths.

She immediately loosens her grip on me. I am able to hug her back, and give her a peck on the crown of her head.

"I've missed you Damon," she admits.

"I've missed you too,"

"You don't call or come by, have I done something to upset you?"

"No mama, you haven't done anything to upset me, I've just been busy with the company," I assure her.

"Yeah ma," Stefan pipes in, "the company has been keeping Damon pretty busy as of late. Isn't that right Damon," Stefan asks me with the evil, mischievous glint returning to its former place in his eyes.

"Yeah," I agree, looking suspiciously at my brother.

"Well, next time you call," my mother scolds as she takes her right hand and whacks me over the head in a warning.

"Yes mama," I say ashamed.

My mother finally releases me after a long, overbearing hug. But I don't blame her it looks like she really needed it. I didn't realize how my being absent would affect her. I feel terrible. I make a mental note to talk to her alone later, after I sort things out with my brother.

"Alright gentlemen," my mother announces loud and clear, "dinner is ready, so let's go, shall we?"

"Yes mother," Stefan says as he walks over to us and offers his arm to my mother. My mother smiles faintly and takes his arm, and he leads her to the dining room.

I look on suspiciously and follow suit with my father the last one to leave the foyer. Which is quite unusual, he's always the first. My father loves my mother's cooking it's one of the main reasons he married her, besides the fact that he loves her dearly.

When I reach the dining room, I notice there are two extra place settings. That's odd, usually it's just me, Stef, and our parents. Who on earth could be joining us?

My father sits at his seat at the head of the table and to his right is my mother and next to my mother is Stefan. Stefan always sits next to father, this is really weird. Who are our guests this evening?

Before I can question my father, two gentlemen enter the dining room and go straight to shake my father's hand, then round the table to kiss my mother's delicate knuckles and nod a hello to Stefan and I before taking the two seats across from my mother and Stefan.

The younger of the two looks quite familiar, but I can't quite place where I could've seen him before.

"Damon," My father says, "This is Mikael and Niklaus Mikaelson. They'll be joining us this evening," then he announces to them, "Gentlemen, this is my son, Damon,"

Mikaelson? As in Mikaelson Corporation, the European business located just outside of Florence, Italy, Mikaelson?

What on earth are they doing here?

"Damon, Mikael Mikaelson owns Mikaelson Corp. just outside of Florence. And Niklaus is his son," my father tells me.

"Please Mr. Salvatore call me Klaus," interrupts the younger of the two men in a light British accent, who I'm assuming is Niklaus, or Klaus as he prefers.

My father just nods his head and politely smiles. It's quite hard to look at actually.

Wait a minute, Klaus? That's where I know him. God! I caught Katherine cheating with him. Although, it seems he doesn't remember me, must've been the right hook I gave him before storming out of my and Katherine's shared apartment.

I remember getting a message from Katherine's assistant about how I was to pack my things and be gone before she returned from her trip to Belize for her next publisher.

Come to think of it, Katherine had a really hot brunette assistant, what was her name? It started with an E, that's about all I remember. I was really drunk when I met her, and I almost mistook her for Katherine, but she was way prettier.

I'm immediately pulled from my thoughts by the next words out of my father's mouth.

"Damon, these are the two men that will escort you to Italy tomorrow morning," my father says simply.

Wait, what?! Me going to Italy? Since when? What the hell is going on?

"I'm sorry father, Italy?"

"Yes Damon, Italy, you will be going to Italy in place of your brother."

This can't be happening. I look over at my brother and he has a smug look on his face. Stefan knew about this. Shit, I knew something was up but never in a million years would I have guessed this.

"Sorry father," I start, "I can't go to Italy in place of Stefan, I have previous engagements," I say hoping my father will understand.

No such luck, I'm afraid. If anything I've just poked the bee's hive. My father's face is turning redder than his glass of wine.

"Damon, I didn't ask your permission. You're going tomorrow," my father says leaving no room for discussion. His tone says we will talk about this when we don't have very important guests over.

It's actually rather typical of my father. He likes to keep family matters private, and business matters private too.

Tonight at dinner I rarely said anything. I was contemplating leaving Elena behind tomorrow. Sure, I'll be back eventually but, we never got to discuss anything. How does she feel about me? How does she feel about us? We need to talk and figure things out. That was going to be challenging when I'm on another continent. And what's even worse is that I have to go to Italy with the man who slept with Katherine, while we were still sleeping together.

Before I knew it the Mikaelson's were leaving and wishing my father well. They shook my brother's hand and kissed my mother's knuckles once again before making their way to the door.

"See you tomorrow mate," Klaus said as he passed by me and clapped me on the back.

"We're not mates," I hiss, and I really wanted to add that there was no way in hell that I am seeing you tomorrow. But, I hold it in.

Klaus, who is a bit more than tipsy, just chuckles.

"You're feisty," he breathes down my neck. I squirm away a bit but he grabs my head and turns my face to the side and his lips are at my ear, "I like it," he says and then chuckles darkly before stumbling out of my parent's house with his father right behind him.

I shut the door hard, and push my back against it and slide down the mahogany door. I sit there for a minute and shudder. What the hell was Klaus doing? And what the hell is my brother up to? Well that I'm going to find out.

I start to stand up and go crashing back down on my ass. I go talk to him in a minute or two; I just need to sit for a bit.

What the fuck am I going to do?

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