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There seemed to be a moment where everything came to a deafening halt, it was the calm before the storm. Damon, Elijah and Katherine were all staring tensely at the aura of rage, radiating from Klaus. The Original's face morphed, his eyes shined with that glowing amber of wolves and veins under his eyes darkened from his vampire side. A deep growl rumbled from him, like a predator preparing to attack. That was all the warning Klaus gave before he lunged on the body nearest to him.
An unsuspecting hybrid was grabbed by the neck and as Klaus squeezed, the crunch of bone could be heard and the hybrid collapsed to the ground with unseeing eyes. Klaus turned his glowing eyes at the next bodies and in the blink of an eye, both his hands were covered in blood as they held onto the beating hearts of the innocent hybrids. The two collapsed as well, the holes in their chests oozing blood onto their shirts. Klaus went from hybrid to hybrid, ripping, biting, mangling and dismembering one after another.
Damon could not believe his eyes at the slaughter. He'd been called a monster by many, he'd counted himself as a monster, he'd watched as Stefan ripped people apart by feeding on them and even witnessed the bloody ground of war, however, nothing compared to the brutal scene before him. And yet, he found himself mesmerised by the Original hybrid, the infamous Klaus Mikaelson, as he destroyed these helpless new hybrids as if he were performing a theatrical dance.
As Damon got distracted by the chaos, he failed to notice a rabid hybrid on the prow. None of them noticed the growling young hybrid before he'd managed to jump from his place, pushing Damon to the ground. The Salvatore groaned in shock and barely managed to hold the creature up and away from his body. The rabid hybrid was biting air in a deranged manner. Damon's heart raced in fear, his eyes widened as he barely held off his attacker. Hybrids were apparently strong enough to go against older vampires even if newly turned and dying.
Suddenly the creature was ripped off of the feeder. Elijah had gotten over his own shock at the scene and jumped into action to save his lover. The Original grabbed the rabid hybrid and pulled him away before ripping out his heart. The Salvatore breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he saw the hybrid's body desiccate. Elijah released the dead body from his grasp and turned to check on Damon. He pulled the feeder up and observed his face and body.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, just barely," Damon replied a little shaken and irate. They turned their heads to see Katerina still watching as Niklaus ripped through the crowd.
It didn't take much longer for the final hybrid to fall. Klaus stopped in place. He released a heavy breath, his eyes wild and unhinged. Blood was dripping from his hands and shining on his clothes from all the splutter. His shoulders were shaking with the remaining unquenched rage. It was clear this hadn't satisfied him. He still craved more...more what though? Death? Chaos? What was it that could alleviate such rage from this man?
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FanfictionDamon, 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...