Summary: They thought Klaus and Alaric were the worst that they had ever encountered together in Mystic Falls, but Damon and Elena were wrong. A new threat from Damon's past threatens everyone. Will they all work together to bring the threat down, or will they all perish alone?
It was a dark night, as Damon Salvatore walked through the forest of Mystic Falls, Virginia. It was a peaceful night tonight. The only sounds were the forest animals and the crickets chirping in unison. Damon was heading home after a couple drinks from the Mystic Bar and Grille.
Suddenly, something stabbed him in the back and he fell to the forest floor. As he did, he heard his name being called. Then everything went black for him.
Katherine Pierce had been in the forest too, when she had seen Damon. When someone had stabbed him in the back, she ran towards them yelling, "Damon! No!"
She through the guy who just so happened to be a vampire, against a tree, hand tightly around his throat, pinning him to the tree. She wanted answers and that's what she would get. But more than that, she wanted Damon to be okay. To live. She would always love both of the Salvatore brothers, no matter what they ever thought of her.
"Who the hell are you?" she questioned with venom in her voice.
"And you must be Katherine. The name's Azazel. Bloody Azazel," he answered with a wicked smile before he through her to the ground. Before she could react, he plunged a bloody knife into her chest. Then everything went black for her.
Damon didn't know how long he was out, but when he came to, the first thing he realized was that he was chained to a wall in a basement. The second thing he saw was an old enemy of his. Azazel. An Original older than even Klaus' family. And they weren't alone. Katherine was chained next to him. Only, she was still unconscious.
He yanked on his chains to try and break them, but it was to no avail. He knew that he had to get free. He couldn't let anything happen to him. Everyone was counting on him. Always. Elena needed him. His brother needed him. Elena and everybody else needed him to survive, and that's what he intended to do. His brother needed him to help him get back on track. Elena needed him to protect her from everything he could possibly protect her from. But most of all, to him, as he looked at her, he figured Katherine needed him too. Needed him to save them both.
Azazel set a bowl of blood down on a faraway desk. He had been draining her to get back at Damon. A sire's bond was the strongest of all for a vampire. He figured he would take everything he could away from Damon. He knew once he had taken everything away from Damon, he would become the Damon he had met so many centuries ago. The reckless, self-destructive Damon.
"What do you want?" Damon questioned, looking at him.
"Revenge. I will take everything away from you that you care and ever cared about."
"Why don't you just save yourself all this trouble and leave it to just you and me?"
"Because that wouldn't be very fun."
"Of course. It's all about making it fun and games for you. Isn't it?"
"You know me well, Damon. But not as well as you know your precious Katherine."
"Stay away from her," he warned with a growl.
"Or what? You're not in any condition to come to her rescue."
He growled at Azazel.
Rebekah and Niklaus were walking through the woods, when they smelled blood. They looked to see a bloody knife on the ground.
"Well, this is interesting," Niklaus commented.
Rebekah didn't think it was. She didn't know the strange scent around there, but she did know one thing. And one thing only. She smelled Damon and Katherine. Katherine she didn't really care about, but she was Damon's sire. Damon she cared about. More than cared about. She secretly loved him. Something that nobody but herself and Damon knew.
"What is?" she questioned.
"Azazel the Bloody," he answered. "It's his. He's here."
She knew that name. She knew he had been Damon's enemy a very long time ago. Now he was here in Mystic Falls. It didn't take much. Just a couple seconds to put two and two together. He was here for Damon and had probably stabbed and then taken both Damon and Katherine. Who knew who was next. She or Elena or Stefan could be next in line for bait, or whatever he was planning on using them for.
"Let's go investigate," Klaus said.
She agreed and they took a walk around the forest to find out what the hell was going on.
Original Alaric Saltzman was in the woods looking for more vampires to kill, when he smelled some strange vampire smells. It was a mix of Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, Niklaus, and Rebekah. It confused him. Why would they be together like that? So he followed the trail. He was in no hurry. Rushing made killing messy.
Alaric, Rebekah, and Niklaus soon came to the conclusion of what was happening and what to do about it. It was only Damon and Katherine, so Klaus and Alaric didn't care.
Rebekah watched, as they left. Then, once they were out of her sight, she called someone.
Elena Gilbert was at home in her room. She was doing the last of her homework when her cell phone rang. It didn't have a name to it, but she answered anyway.
"Hello?" she answered.
"It's me."
"Rebekah? What do you want?"
"Help."
"What happened?"
Rebekah explained to her the situation before saying, "Could you meet me in the forest?"
"Yeah. I'll be right there."
As she drove through the forest, she hoped this wasn't some kind of trick on Rebekah's part. Yet, she also did hope it was a trick. She cared about Damon and wouldn't want anything to happen to him.
Once Rebekah knew that Elena had seen her, she darted inside on a rescue mission, not caring that it was a suicide mission.
Rebekah rushed in at vamp speed, into the basement. She through him to the ground and daggered him in the back, before rushing over and breaking the chains that held Damon, catching him as he fell.
She knelt down beside him.
He was badly injured and lay unconscious.
She gently pulled him into her arms and bit her wrist, putting it to his lips, positioning his head back, making her blood go down his throat.
"Come on, Damon. Come on," she begged desperately.
She didn't ever want to lose him.
He slowly came to.
He looked up at her.
"Rebekah?" he said.
"Yeah," she said.
She helped him up, as he got to his feet. She then left to go home.
He rushed over to his sire and broke the chains that held her. He then caught her in his arms, as she fell to the floor. She was still unconscious. He gently layed her down on the cement floor. He knelt beside her and pulled her gently into his arms. He bit his wrist and put it to her lips, positioning her head back, making his blood go down her throat. She was so pale and looked so fragile.
He stayed like that for about thirty minutes, making sure that she got as much as she needed.
Afterward, he gently picked her up in his arms and walked out of the house.
Half an hour later, Elena was back at home and Damon was in his room at home. Katherine lay on his bed, him seated on her bedside, waiting for her to wake up.
Come on, Katherine. Come on. You can do this. Wake up for me, he thought to himself.
For the third time this evening, he gently pulled her into his arms and brought a third of a full cup of blood to her lips, making it go down her throat.
After it was finished, he set it down on the end table and gently layed her back down.
Two hours later, she finally started to come to. As she did, he trailed a gentle hand down the side of her face.
"Kat?" he called to her, knowing she was waking up.
"Damon," she said, and then looked up at him.
So everybody lived happily ever after.
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