The Princess and the Vampire ♡ Elena Gilbert

8. A few good men

Nate woke up with a groan as he heard music blaring out from downstairs. There's only one person it could be and that was...

"Damon!" The middle Salvatore exclaimed walking downstairs. His eyes widened as he saw his brother feeding on girls. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Damon looked up from one of the girl's necks and smiled at him. "Nathan. Join us, brother."

"I think I'll pass," Nate replied with an amused look. "Although, this does fun..."

"Exactly." The older vampire grabbed another girl. "Come on, Nathan. You know you want to."

The tattooed Salvatore sped over to the girl Damon was holding and bit into her neck.

"That's it, brother," Damon said with a smirk before returning to his victim.

Stefan walked in and sighed when he saw Nate feeding with Damon. Stefan turned the music off.

The brothers stop feeding as the music stops. Damon groans as he sees his other brother. "No. Buzzkill Bob."

"Hello, Stefan." Nathan greeted him as blood dripped down his chin.

"Can we talk?" The youngest Salvatore asked.

"Yeah." Damon breathed out.

Stefan pointed at the women. "Without the Tri-Delts?"

"Anything you have to say to us, you can say in front of them." The older one told him. "They're really good at keeping secrets."

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"You're worried about me. That's nice." Damon said. "Don't be. There's no need, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I spent the last 145 years with one goal: get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan because I can do whatever the hell I want."

"That's kind of what I'm afraid of," Stefan stated.

Damon held his hand up. "Relax. I haven't killed anyone in, phew, too long."

Stefan looked back at the girls that were seated on the couch. "Those girls?"

"Will end up in their dorm. With headaches. Think they blacked out. Business as usual."

"Okay. Stefan didn't call us over here to give you a pep talk, Damon." Nathan chuckled and turned to Stefan. "So?"

Stefan cleared his throat and looked at Damon. "There was a woman you may have known a few years back. Named Isobel, in North Carolina at Duke."

"You wanna discuss the women in my past right now?" Damon questioned confused. "Seriously?"

"You killed her."

"What's your point?" He asked calmly.

The youngest Salvatore shrugged. "I just wanna know if you remember anything about her."