From Ashes To Embers(Klaus Mikaelson)

Chapter 5

   I've been in the shower for the last half hour trying to decide what to do.  I'm not sure if I should make a spectacle and have a big dramatic entrance, or if I should keep on the low and call over to the Salvatore's for a chat. 

   I decide it's better to keep on the low even though I'd love to do the opposite. I love a dramatic entrance. I get ready for the day and drive straight to the Salvatore's. The only useful thing Ava was able to tell me about them yesterday was where they live.

   I sigh and sit in the car for a minute before getting out. I really don't want to do this, but I'm going to have to sooner or later. Lets hope Damon doesn't take it too badly. I have no idea how he'll react, so I have to be ready for anything.

   I get out and go inside. I walk into the large living room and have a look around. I can't hear anyone in the house but that doesn't mean there's no one here. I decide to wander around and see if I come across anyone.

   I search the whole house twice before I accept that there's no one here. I go back into the living room, pour myself a bourbon and sit down on the sofa. I guess I'll just have to wait.

   I'm not waiting long before I hear a car pull up and footsteps walk up to the door. I compose myself and try to quickly decide how I'm going to play this. 

  The door opens, as if by itself because when I look, there's no one on the other side. Idiot. This is like the oldest trick in the vampire handbook. When I walk towards the door, he's going to speed towards me out of nowhere and grab me. I chuckle to myself.

   I decide to play along so I stand up and walk towards the door. Just as I expected, I sense him speed towards me. I could easily get out of the way or knock him away from me, but I let him grab my neck and pin me up against the wall.

   "What are you doing here you manipulative, psychotic, selfish little bitch," he spits, his voice absolutely venomous and he squeezes my neck tight.

   I pull his arm off my neck, flip him easily so that he is now the one pinned up against the wall and smirk at him. "Quite a lot of accusations there, friend. You might want to get your anger in check." He looks like he wants to kill me. "Now, if I let you go you have to promise to not attack me and listen for 5 minutes while I explain myself."

   "Oh your explanation better be a hell of a lot longer than 5 minutes," Damon snarls. I let him go and walk back over to the sofa. He pours himself a drink and sits across from me. I can feel the anger radiating off him. Maybe I'd be better off letting him cool down and process this first before I go launching into everything.

   "I'm just going to ask you to hear me out and behave yourself for a few minutes. Then I'm going to leave to let you cool down for a while, and when you're ready to hear the whole story, I'll tell you." He looks livid. He opens his mouth to argue but I cut him off before he can say anything.

    "That is how it's going to go ok? You don't like it? Tough. I know you want to hear everything now. I know you feel angry and hurt and betrayed. But I also know you're about five minutes away from losing it so shut up and hear me out." He keeps his mouth shut, surprisingly.

   "Ok I'm going to try and sum this up as quick as I can. Let me start with my past. You know nothing of how I was turned or who I was before I met you. All you need to know for now is that Katherine and I faked our deaths in 1864 for a reason. We were in great danger and we needed a way out. I was unaware that Katherine had fed you both her blood, however. I never knew she had planned to turn you. I never meant to hurt either of you, Damon. I also never knew there would be that many tomb vampires. I knew of 3 or 4 we were going to put in there, ones that were genuinely dangerous but I never knew she planned to sacrifice more."