Damon In the Dark

Locked Up

Light penetrated his eyes temporarily blinding him as a wave of pain echoed through his neck and head. A soft buzz echoed through the air around him as he started to come to awareness. 

His eyes opened slowly before slamming shut at the harsh light that filled his vision. Groaning softly, Damon rolled onto his stomach before pushing himself up into a sitting position.

 Forcing his eyes open again, he glanced around the room he was in, confusion filled him as he continued studying his surroundings. 

The room had dark blue walls and a chestnut wooden floor. The room had sparse furnishings with only a dresser, bookshelf and the bed Damon had woken up in.

 The bed was a huge king size and seemed to be covered in multiple layers of blankets varying in design.

Suddenly, the night before flooded back to the forefront of his mind. He had lost control for a split second, and it had been almost impossible to regain it. When he had nearly had it back in his grasp, Klaus had to interfere. 'Obviously, that was all he was good at,' Damon thought, 'He seems to always get in the way when he wasn't needed.' 

Annoyance filled him as he continued to think about the werewolf hybrid. The way his eyes glinted when he was angry and couldn't control something. 

His stupid smirk that graced his face when he thought he was getting his way. How warmth had filled his expression when he had seen Damon's show of power. It had made his head go cloudy at that moment and made him breathless at the sight. 

Damon shook his head, 'No, no, no he would not think of Klaus as anything but an enemy.'

Deep down, Damon knew he was lying to himself but, another part of him refused to acknowledge this. He hated Klaus and he was determined that that fact would never change. After, all he was certain mother nature couldn't have paired them together. 

What would be the point in pairing them together? A hybrid and at the time when he had met Kol, a warlock would have never worked.

 Damon got up as quickly as possible and immediately started searching for his shirt which, he had just now realized was missing. Since he knew that he hadn't taken it off, it could only mean that Klaus had removed it from him last night.

 His face heated up at the thought of him stripping him of his clothes.

Shaking his head, he strode towards the dresser and started yanking the drawers open, hoping to find something.

 A shirt, that was all he needed but, no the drawers he had searched had every article of clothing but that. Jeans, Shorts, Socks, Underwear, one drawer even had toiletries in it but, no shirts. 'Fine,' Damon thought, 'I'll just get one after I leave.' 

Storming towards the door, anger surged through him as he found he couldn't leave the room. His hands slammed against the barrier that another witch had apparently erected to stop him from leaving. 

As if that would keep him from breaking it and getting away from that psychopath. Reaching down inside him, Damon started searching for his magic so he could break the barrier without a spell. Panic seized his heart as he realized he couldn't sense it within him.

 "KLAUS!" Damon screamed out from the doorway.

Within seconds the hybrid appeared within the doorway, a smirk stretched across his face at the sight that lay before him.

 His beautiful mate stood in the doorway, his raven-colored hair messy and sticking up in all directions. To Klaus, the man looked tantalizing as he stood there shirtless with a fire burning brightly in his icicle blue eyes.