Damon, had just helped Stefan rescue Elena, from an unknown vampire. Turns out, the vampire was an Original by the name of Elijah and what's worse, is that he happens to be alive! When Damon kills someone, he expects them to stay dead!
Now, why is...
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Damon was in a much better mood for the rest of the day. He still felt the tremors and sometimes his mind would wander to inappropriate thoughts but he was able to control them. The vampire was glad that he only shared a car with Klaus, who decided to use the truck for them this time and had someone driving it. Maddox and Katherine followed them with the Audi, which both were grateful for. Damon and Niklaus sat in the back of the truck with Elijah's coffin, with Damon leaning against the hybrid. The blonde gently played with Damon's hair with one hand, while the other caressed his stomach.
Damon would gasp every once in a while due to the sparks of lust but the hybrid would soothe him with a gentle kiss. Damon wanted to hate this, he wished he was able to dislike those gentle caresses and those soft kisses but he couldn't. Niklaus was being cordial and going slow, keeping his promise that he wouldn't bite the younger until the side effects wore off. Damon squirmed a little in the grip at the thought of a bite from the hybrid. He'd be infected and likely more sensitive due to the venom.
Klaus noticed the hint of lust increasing in the younger's scent. "Love, I need your mind to stop wandering to inappropriate thoughts. Your scent is already driving me insane and the enrichment of lust isn't helping," Klaus whispered into Damon's ear. The raven-haired man squirmed more and a barely audible whimper left his lips. The hybrid's warmth wasn't helping Damon's situation either but if he moved away, his body would begin to feel the side effects more prominently.
"And I need you to stop saying things like that to me," the feeder bit back. Klaus chuckled at the snarl he was getting, if Damon's adorably scrunched up face and narrowed doe-eyes were meant to be a snarl.
"I'm sorry, Love. But what do you expect me to say? I don't enjoy lying so all I've told you was the truth," the hybrid said confidently with a smirk. Damon felt his face heat up, not used to this type of flirting. The feeder was used to flirting from almost everyone he met. His energy and features enticed people and beguiled them easily. Men and women flocked to him as soon as he entered a room. However, the flirting was usually either dirty and aggressive, or coy and subtle but both Elijah and Klaus were so confident and calm, that their straight-forwardness was not only charming but flattering and gratifying that Damon couldn't help but feel coy from it.
"Where are we going now?" Damon asked, hoping to change the subject.
"Another small town in Virginia. It'll probably take us a month or two before we stumble upon any useful information," Klaus replied.
"How come you haven't kept tabs on werewolf packs over the centuries?" Damon asked curiously. It was rather obvious but the vampire wanted to simply continue on this type of conversation rather than the previous one. Klaus chuckled, already knowing what the younger was doing.
