Bloodlines

Chapter 12- Losing Time

WARNINGS: Character Death

Ace found Damon talking to Alaric over the phone. Once his call ended, he greeted him.

"Uncle Damon," Ace said.

He turned to Ace and smiled warmly.

"Little Damon," Damon greeted, pulling him into a bear hug.

Little Damon was the nickname Ace received decades ago. Funny thing is the nickname started with Lexi. Part of him wondered what happened to Aunt Lexi.

"How've you been, kid," Damon asked.

"I've been good," Ace smiled, "Surviving."

"Anything interesting happening in Ace's world? New lovers? New friends? Breaking into the Mikaelson house," Damon asked, giving him a knowing look.

"You know about that," Ace said, his smile fading.

"Of course, I do. I can't let my nephew walk around Mystic Falls without a bodyguard," Damon said.

"I don't need a babysitter," Ace scoffed.

"You broke into the Mikaelsons' home. I'm surprised, you're not dead," Damon said.

"Wow, Uncle Damon. Thanks for the vote of confidence," Ace sassed.

"I'm just trying to look out for you," Damon said, "You're important to this family."

"Why? Because I'm the one keeping my dad from turning this town into a bloodbath," Ace asked.

"Because you're our kid," Damon corrected, "And there's nothing we wouldn't do to protect you."

He handed him a glass of bourbon. Ace took the glass from his hand and stared at his drink in deep thought.

"It's not going to go down faster, if you keep staring at it," Damon smirked.

"I know. Just a lot on my mind these days," Ace said, taking a drink.

He choked as it started to burn the walls of his throat. He dropped the glass, making it shatter on the floor.

Steam left his mouth from the vervain he drank. Then his neck was snapped, briefly killing him.

"Sorry, kid. We have to make sure you're safe," Damon said softly.

Damon lifted his eyes to Stefan. He picked Ace up in his arms and took him to one of the holding cells.

Then Stefan removed his daylight ring and locked him inside.