The secret child

Chapter 10

Danhy sauntered down the hallway of his Uncles mansion, his expensive shoes clicking against the hard wood floors. "Uncle Nick!" he called out but there was no response from the elder vampire, only the stifled groans of pain from further down the hall. He placed his suitcase down by the stairs before walking through into the library. Niklaus was lounged in one of the many armchairs with his sketch pad open in his lap. "I called for you," Danhy mumbled.

"I know," Niklaus replied, he gestured to the empty seat beside him, his eyes never leaving his sketch pad. Danhy took the offered seat, settling into it stiffly, he kept his back as straight as a board, his eyes looking straight ahead. "I called Elijah," Niklaus said after a moment, "It seems my nephew has a bit of a murderous streak I didn't know about,"
"Can we stop with the sarcasm please, Uncle Nick?" A loud scream of agony had Danhy turning around in his chair, he strained his neck to try and see further down the hallway but the bulky staircase obscured his vision. He turned back to face Niklaus with a huff, raising his eyebrows in question.,"Who 's the screamer?"
"Damon Salvatore. Rebekah has some unfinished business with him,"
"Why doesn't she just rip his heart out and get it over with?"
"Because that would be boring, obviously." Niklaus 'tsked'. Danhy sighed slumping back into his seat. He scrunched his nose up in distaste, he could almost feel his suit wrinkling because of his poor posture. They sat in silence for a while longer, both becoming lost in the gentle scratches of the charcoal pencil against the sketch pad and the loud screams of Damon Salvatore echoing down the hallway.

Danhy closed his eyes, basking in the sweet, calming sounds of the house. He gave into his urge to throw his feet up on the coffee table, his expensive shoes smacking against the glass. "Take your feet off that table before I chop them off," Niklaus seethed.
"No you won't," Danhy mumbled. He snuggled back further into the chair, resting his head back against the soft cushion, "because I'm adorable." Pages rustled and boots scrapped against the carpet, He could hear Nicklaus sigh and drop something onto the coffee table.
"You stopped being adorable once you learn to speak. Now! I'm going to teach Rebekah how to properly torture someone, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Danhy's eyes snapped open at this, he sat up in the chair quickly, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Can I come?" he asked with the same excitement a child possessed when walking passed a candy story, "Oh, please Uncle Nick? I promise I'll behave!" Niklaus sighed, he rubbed his fingers against his forehead. He glanced over at Danhy's smiling, almost innocent face before sighing yet again in defeat. What he would give for the strength to be able to say no to that boys face. "Fine, but if you so much as utter a single word I will stuff you back in your coffin."

Danhy hopped to his feet in triumph, he followed Niklaus out of the library and down the hall, his hips swaying with a new found confidence and bravado. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger and he was more then willing to use it to his advantage. Niklaus threw open the big, white double doors that lead into the now empty ball room. He glanced over his Uncles shoulder seeing Damon Salvatore tied to the ceiling with chains, he was standing on a white tarp while Rebekah slowly walked around her capture, dragging the butchers knife down his smooth chest. Rebekah rolled her eyes, flicking the knife out in their direction. "Oh great it's our fearless leader and mini Elijah, whose coming next the Pope?"
"Didn't I kill him in 1432?"
"They elect a new Pope every so often?" Rebekah said dismissively. She turned her attention back to Damon and ran the blade across his collar bone, electing a cry of pain as blood bubbled to the surface of his skin. Danhy sauntered passed his Uncle, locking his cold blue eyes with Damon's own icy glare. There was something exciting about watching a person being tortured, it could be the way they scream for mercy or the way they beg for their lives as they cry tears of pure terror, their heart picking up speed, pounding against their rib cage as they watch their reflection in the glint of the blade and then nothing but pure blissful silence as they finally die, their mouths open in a silent scream.

He popped open the button of his suit jacket and relaxed back into the simple wooden chair in the corner of the room, his eyes remained locked with the younger Vampire. Niklaus and Rebekah were picketing in the background but their voices were lost on Danhy, he was too far gone in the midst of his own thoughts, imagining every possible way he could make Damon Salvatore scream and wither in pain. "Shouldn't we hang him upside down?" Dahny asked suddenly, "his blood would drain faster." There was a slap of skin against skin and what sounded like Rebekah hissing 'Shut up Nick!'. Danhy glanced over at his Aunt and Uncle, they were both engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument but it was hard to tell, they were whispering almost to quietly for even him to hear. He stood and took of his suit jacket, laying it over the back of the chair. Danhy rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he slowly made his way towards Damon. He circled around the younger vampire, admiring his flawless, pale skin. He would give anything just to be able to mark his skin and to watch as Damion's blood stains his skin, clinging to every pore and every cut littering his body.

"Like what you see kid?" Damon chuckled weakly. His head lolled to the side trying to get a better look at Danhy from where he stood behind the younger man.
"No," Danhy said dismissively, "Your skin is a little to pure for my liking." Damon opened his mouth to retort with a smart ass comment but a cry of pain left his lips instead as Danhy drove his fist through Damon's back and out of his stomach. He smiled down at the spot where his arm disappeared into his soft flesh. "Danhy!" Rebekah shrieked, "He's my play thing, only I get to torture him!"
"Well you're not doing a very good job, he's still breathing," he said as he yanked his arm back, earning another scream of pain. He pulled a face at the blood caked into his skin and promptly wiped his hand over Damon's back. "By the way!" he called before Rebekah could splutter out a reply, "When are we going to kill the human boy?"