The Catastrophic Expedition [1] (To Be Edited)

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐁𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ☑️

Edgar and Theodore were currently sitting at a table while enjoying some of the delicious dinners that were served a few minutes ago. Food was always something they wanted even if they wanted to leave the scene.

"These are so good," Edgar moaned, taking another bite out of his macaroni.

Theodore had gotten a burger with fries while Edgar got a large bowl of macaroni. They each had a glass of white wine and made sure it was laced with anything before idly drinking them. "I heard you the first 20 times you said it. You don't have to keep saying it, you know." The brunette Dragon King chuckles as he picked up his burger but abruptly paused and dropped it on his plate as vicious growls escaped his anger form.

"We need to go now." He demanded all of a sudden as he stood up.

"What, Why?" Edgar cut himself off as realization finally hit him. His lips curled into a displeased scowl.

"Let's go." Theodore dragged Edgar out of his seat before pulling him towards the front of the mansion where a large number of people were watching a bloody fight going on. How idiotic it was that none were trying to stop the fight.

They arrived at the front of the mansion in time to see Damon Salvatore snapping the neck of Kol Mikaelson in a quite aggressive manner.

Another Salvatore male came running up behind them, Stefan the twins believed. "Damon! Are you crazy?" Stefan exclaimed in pure surprise.

The rest of the Mikaelsons and Elena came out from the opened door to see what was going on.

Nobody seemed to notice the pure fury rolling off each of the twins, filling the air as the two Dragon Kings' eyes glowed in response.

"Maybe a little." The raven smirked particularly toward the shocked doppelgänger.

"Far be it from me to cause another problem," Damon remarked, attempting to turn his back and walk away but was stopped in his step when a clawed hand gripped itself on his shoulder threateningly, painfully digging into his shoulder causing the raven-haired Salvatore to wince.

"Where do you think you're going?" A rough yet angry voice growled.

The Salvatore turned his head slightly to see a rather attractive male with brunette hair while another person with identical facial features stood a few steps away from the scene. Both glanced at him with  rage-filled eyes.

"You think I'm gonna stand here and let you leave without a scratch." The male smirked menacingly, baring his sharp teeth at the vampire who subtlety flinched in surprise. A cold chilling chuckle left the male as he tightened his hold on the Salvatore. The vampire did not see the punch coming but surely felt the immense pain from the impact on his nose.

Blood started to pour from Damon's nose as the Dragon King moved his grip from his shoulder to his throat in an instant. Theodore lifted him off the ground with ease.