Damon In the Dark

The First Step

"You're not on my hit list tonight." Klaus told Elena, "But, you are and so is that little friend of yours. What was his name again? I believe it was Damon Salvatore. He should be getting very well acquainted with my witch friends right about now." Elena gasped at him as she tried to understand what he could possibly want with Damon. 

"Elena. Go run now!" Bonnie yelled at her as she hit Klaus with a large burst of power. Elena took off down the hallway and was intent on finding Stefan. "Stefan!" she screamed as she saw him running towards her.

 "Bonnie's attacking him and h-h-he said something about wanting Damon." Elena stuttered out as she tried to catch her breath. "Damon? Why would he want Damon?" Stefan asked confused. 

With quick contemplation Stefan made the hardest decision he had ever made in his 125 years. "Damon can take care of himself. Right now, Bonnie needs us." he said all the while he could feel a lump settling in his throat as they tore off down the hall to help Bonnie.

"Damon Salvatore?" a man asked as he walked up to Damon. "Who wants to know?" Damon replied with a smirk. The man just smirked back and started chanting in latin.

 Damon gasped as he felt the breath leave his lungs and pain erupted in his head causing him to fall to his knees. Maddox kept chanting, his voice remaining the same even and soft tone as Greta came up beside the fallen vampire, injecting him with a syringe full of vervain. 

Once, the vampire had successfully been knocked unconscious they grabbed him and took him to Alaric's apartment where they locked him in the bedroom.

Who knew why Klaus wanted him. They were just glad they weren't in Damon's place right now. With any luck that one vampire would keep Klaus busy enough where they never would be. Damon struggled to open his eyes after being placed in the room. 

The vervain was pumping through his system making him feel like he was on fire. The soft cotton blankets on the bed that once would have seemed inviting made his skin thrum as if he was being licked by invisible flames. A choked whimper tore from his throat as he finally managed to open his eyes.

Looking around he quickly recognized it as Alaric's bedroom. 'Why am I here? Who brought me here?' Thoughts pounded in Damon's head as he struggled to make sense of what was going on. 

The soft click of a door shutting alerted him to the fact he wasn't so alone in the apartment as he thought. Despite the thrumming of Vervain in his veins, Damon sat up and pushed himself up against the dark chestnut headboard.

 The lights in the room blinded him as his head pounded with pain coming from behind his eyes. He stared at the door preparing himself for the with a soft click the door opened to reveal Katherine standing there with a soft expression on her face that he had never seen before.

"What did you do this time?" She asked incredulously. "I don't know what your talking about." Damon said his voice coming out roughly as if he hadn't spoken in days. With great reluctance Damon took a second to actually look at Katherine, "Can you turn off the lights...please?" 

Taking pity on him, for the first and last time, she flipped the switch off encasing the room in complete darkness. "Klaus wouldn't have had you brought here for no reason. So either you did something or he wants you for something."

Once the lights were off and the pounding in his head had dulled, Damon forced himself to pay attention to Katherine. She was wearing dark wash blue jeans with a white ruffled blouse and her hair curled up to her shoulders

. The words she had just said suddenly clicked in his head as he stared at her. "Why would he want me?" She just shook her head, "I don't know. Maybe he wants you for..." She was suddenly cut off as the front door slammed shut. "Where are you Katerina?"

'I'm sorry.' She mouthed as she shut the bedroom door with a soft click and went back to the living room. Despite the door being shut, Damon used his vampire hearing to listen to what was being said. "What were you doing in there?" Alaric's voice asked but it had a hint of a british accent. 

"I was just..." "Just what love?" He heard soft footsteps as someone crossed the room. "Just looking." Suddenly Alaric's voice was back. "I told you to stay in the sitting room and away from that room. Give me your ring and go stand in front of the window." he growled out.

Forcing himself to stop listening the pounding in his head came back full force. Slamming his fists over his mouth, he tried to smother the whimper that choked out of his mouth.

 "So he's awake." Damon heard Alaric say as footsteps started echoing closer and closer to the door. Damon slammed his eyes shut as he heard the soft creak of the door being opened.