THE SECOND IMMORTAL | SILAS

one.

PRESENT DAY- MYSTIC FALLS, VA

DAMON Salvatore sat on the couch. Aside from himself, the boarding house was empty and much quieter than usual. It was unusual for it to be this quiet, however Damon didn't dwell on it. Reaching in front of him, he picked up a glass from the coffee table and filled it halfway with bourbon. The caramel-brown alcohol streamed out into the cup, breaking the silence of the home's emptiness.

As he drew the glass to his lips, the door to the Salvatore Boarding House swung open violently. Suddenly, the glass Damon was once holding was hurled across the room. The glass fell to the floor with a thud, breaking into hundreds of tiny shards. Damon rose to his feet, having known this scenario all too well, he quickly ran into the kitchen, pulling out a wooden stake from under the counter. Making no sound and creeping stealthily by, the vampire re-entered the living room.

As he averted his gaze toward the door, he was met with a very familiar face leaning in the doorframe. "Oh god. What the hell are you doing here?" Damon raised the stake toward the figure standing in the doorway, groaning impatiently.

"Well hello to you too, Damon!" The doppelgänger of his younger brother answered in a very cheerful voice, making sure to overly emphasize his words. Putting on his best fake smile, Silas walked right in as though he owned the place, not bothering to shut the door behind him. "Or just walk in... That's fine..." Damon rolled his eyes, though he was quite used to people barging into his and Stefan's home, the typical lack of courtesy was rather irritating.

"Wow, you know Damon... I am just so parched after my tedious journey here. It's a good thing you've got a wide variety of beverages to choose from." Silas walked over to the bookcase and eyed a bottle of whiskey on the top shelf. He pulled it off the shelf and poured the contents of the bottle into a glass, similar to the one in which Damon previously drank. The vampire, much younger than the witch, could do nothing but stand idly by. He sighed heavily, knowing that if Silas wasn't immortal, his dead corpse would have been lying on the living room floor before him. Interjecting Damon's thoughts,  "You uh, might want to clean that up." Silas, cup in hand, pointed out the VERY obvious glass shards that covered the floor. "Someone could get hurt," This caused Damon to shift uncomfortably. "And by someone, I mean me."

"Oh wow, thank you so much for your insight, dip shit. It's almost as if I didn't notice," Damon added sharply. As Silas turned around, he eyed the wooden stake still clenched in Damon's hand. "God you're tense," Silas let out a soft chuckle. "I'm not sure if you got the memo, wise guy, but uh... Being immortal means that stakes won't kill me. So you can do us all a favor and put it down." Silas took a sip from his glass. "And besides... I'm only here to talk."

"Talk? What could you possibly want to 'talk' about?" Damon furrowed a brow while clenching the stake even harder. He didn't feel that he could trust the witch and, in theory, he wasn't wrong not to. The psychotic doppelgänger before him, did kidnap Stefan. And it really doesn't get worse than that, aside from the fact that he could liquify Damon's brain in an instant.

"Well, two thousand years ago I fell in love with a woman-" Silas began to explain.

"Yeah, yeah. You loved Amara, Qetsiyah loved you, I already know this story..." Damon rolled his eyes.

"Well, you clearly haven't heard the full version then. Long before I met Amara, I loved another girl. Her name was Rozalia, and she was-"

"I say this with total offense, I'm just not really seeing how you could love someone. I mean, you're totally not the sadistic witch who kidnapped my brother."

"Damon, I swear to god if you so rudely interrupt me one more time, I will kill Stefan and hang his head like a plaque on your wall," Silas spoke through gritted teeth.

Damon shifted uncomfortably, but delivered a very sharp glare to the immortal. But even so, the mention of his brother was threat enough to keep quiet the mouth of Damon Salvatore. "It's called listening, Damon. I'm honestly surprised that you haven't heard of it. You know, vampiric-enhanced-hearing and all."

"Anyway, as I was saying, Rozalia was the love of my life. I was betrothed to a woman named Alexandria, a woman who I had no desire to marry. And though I tried to plead with her to give me time to escape the betrothal, Rozalia disappeared without any trace. I've been in search for her for centuries, and deep down, I know it was her doing. But I need your help to find her."

"And why should I help you?" Damon began to bargain with the witch, in hopes that in return, he would get his brother back alive.

"Because unless you're interested in Stefan's severed head, you will help me find her."

"So you're saying that if I help you find this girl... This Rozalia... Then you'll give my brother back and leave us alone for good?" Damon asked.

"Yes."

"Alright." Damon shrugged and agreed reluctantly, loosening his grip on the stake. "If it means I get my brother back then I have no choice but to agree. BUT, if this is some cheap ploy, I will find you Silas. And I will find a way to kill you."

"Fine, then." Silas nodded. "If it motivates you to help me find my one true love, so be it."

"So what do we do first?"

"We need to find a certain totem of hers, so I can perform the locator spell. But it's not going to be that easy."

"Wonderful!" Damon clenched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in annoyance.

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a/n: (this chapter was revised)