Chapter 2: Klaus Took Him
Klaus walked into the room and stared at the sight in front of him. After over a hundred years of waiting to find him again, he had appeared in the most unlikely place.
Damon sat on the bed in front of him with his eyes shut and his hands covering his mouth. He was pale and looked as if he had been running through a rainstorm as sweat covered him.
His hair stuck wildly across his head as his body tried to sweat out the Vervain Greta had injected him with earlier.
"Wonderful to see you again, Damon," Klaus said as he walked up to Damon and sat beside him. Reaching out, Klaus moved the bangs from Damon's forehead, and his head was burning up.
Damon glared at him as he flinched away from Klaus and tried to move to the other side of the room.
He only got halfway before his legs gave out, and he threw himself against the wall.
When Damon had moved, Klaus had frozen in shock before following him and crouching down in front of him. "It's alright, Damon." Klaus crooned, "Everything's going to be alright."
Damon growled at him as he got closer. Klaus felt his temper rising as Damon growled and bared his fangs at him.
'Who does he think he is growling at?' Klaus thought as anger started to cloud his vision.
A snarl tore from Klaus's throat as he pushed Damon up against the wall and pinned his heated body to the floor.
Unbeknownst to Klaus, his eyes had turned goldish-red when he had pinned Damon, and an extra set of fangs had sprouted from his mouth.
Shocked, Damon weakly fought against the body holding him down, and a soft cry tore from his lips.
Slowly a grin rose to Klaus's face as he leaned down towards Damon's neck.
"Damon, Damon, Damon. What are we going to do with you? I would have thought you would know better than to anger your superiors by now." Klaus whispered softly into his ear.
Nipping playfully at Damon's ear, he relished the shudder that tore through his body. "Get off-f of me." Damon hissed.
Smirking at him, Klaus rocked back onto his heels and pulled Damon into his lap.
"It's going to be alright, Damon. Once I'm finished, everything is going to be fine." Klaus whispered into his ear, tightening his arms around Damon's sweat-soaked body.
Damon was confused as Klaus held him tight, and he heard the whispered words in his ear. What they meant, he had no idea but, he knew that they terrified him slightly.
Not that he would ever admit it to anyone.
Klaus's phone broke the silence with a shrill cry.
Irritably releasing Damon, he watched sadly as Damon weakly moved away from him. Damon eyed Klaus like a python about to strike as he got up and took the call.
With one last glance at Damon, Klaus left the room, picking up his phone on his way out.
"Sir, we just arrived back, and we'll be ready for the ritual in just a few hours. Maddox will come by and put you back in the right body." Greta told him.
"Did you find the spell to make him remember?" Klaus growled out.
"N-Not yet. Maddox found a spell that might work, but it would have to wait until after the ritual is over." Greta explained to him nervously.
"Fine, but let me make something obvious. If the spell does not work after the ritual, I will be short a witch shortly after. As if you would care to remember I gave you the task of finding the spell to restore Damon, not Maddox."
"I understand, sir," Greta said thickly. A smirk rose to Klaus's lips at the fear that was evident in her voice.
"GET OUT!" Jenna yelled, pointing a crossbow at Alaric. "Wait, Jenna. He let me go. Klaus let me go. He wanted me to deliver a message." Alaric explained out of breath.
Everyone looked at him in expectation of the message. "The sacrifice happens tonight," Alaric explained.
Elijah looked on in the background, his plan for the night in the forefront of his mind. Lost in thought for a second, he was interrupted as an argument broke out.
"-Don't know?" Stefan yelled at Alaric at the top of his lungs. "What seems to be the problem?" Elijah asked curiously. Stefan glared at Elijah as soon as the words left his lips.
"The problem is that your brother, Klaus, attacked my brother Damon and no one has seen or heard from him since," Stefan growled loudly.
'So,' Elijah thought, 'the eldest Salvatore is missing. What game are you playing exactly, Niklaus?'
Pursing his lips, Elijah answered as carefully as he could.
"If Niklaus truly attacked your brother, then you have my sympathy, for there is little chance that he still lives to this day. Unlike Katerina, your brother would hold little importance to Niklaus. As such, I can only offer my condolences and tell you that I will help make sure that your brother was one of the last victims by my brother's hand. At the end of tonight, Niklaus will be gone, and I can only hope that your brother has found peace." Elijah informed him, knowing that it would make little difference.
The air in the room went from angry to somber in seconds as they all believed that Damon was truly lost to the world.
What they were unaware of was that Damon was lost to them, not to the world. Soon, they would realize that Damon was alive and would have to wage war to get him back.
They would also recognize that Damon may not want to come back to them. Damon very well may choose the Original himself over the family that they had slowly started to build.
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