Of Blood And Humans (Damon)

[Stefan Salvatore]

This was a bad idea. He knew it and Damon knew it. He hadn't fed yet today so he was starving and yet his older brother had insisted that he skip the animal blood and come here to party. If he thinks I'm just gonna go on a killing spree, he's gotten nuttier than I remember, he thought to himself. Man, he needed a drink. A Scotch would be nice. Or maybe a Bourbon. He had found those two being the best at staving off the cravings, though he did enjoy an occasional Whiskey and if he wanted to keep himself from tearing out the throat of the next person that walked through the door, he would need at least two shots of something. Come on, Damon. Where are you? he thought to himself as he began to twist his daylight ring around. Yup. He got cranky when he was hungry.

His thoughts were interrupted as a girl approached him.
"Why the long face? Bad break up or something?" she teased.
"No. This just isn't really my scene but my brother insisted that I come," he replied.
"And what, you do everything your brother tells you?" she asked with a laugh.
"Well with him, it's just faster and easier if you agree with whatever he wants you to do," he answered, taking a step backward even as she stepped closer, allowing him to get an even better whiff of the blood coursing through her veins. Damon...so not funny, he thought in irritation. He could feel his hunger threatening to explode and he tried to push it back. He didn't want to hurt this girl, but if she didn't get away from him, that was exactly what would end up happening.
"Yeah, I know people like that. They just don't take 'No' for an answer," she said.
"Yeah, it sucks," he agreed, turning away from to signal that he was done with the conversation. Man, I hope Damon gets here soon and tells me what the point of all of this is. I'm freakin' hungry, he thought to himself as he approached a counter and sat on the seat. He would give his brother two more minutes and if he wasn't here by then, he was leaving and going hunting in the Falls.

[Damon Salvatore]

It was hard to believe that months ago Damon had thought of nothing but Katherine and getting her out of the tomb. She had been the reason that he had returned to Mystic Falls after 145 years and what had pushed him through his vampire existence. Just to know that he would once again be with her. He would have and HAD killed for her. Then had come the day when she had betrayed him by not being in the tomb. When he had learned that she had escaped from the tomb back in 1864 and had known where he had been all along but didn’t care. He had been used. His method of coping? He drank…A LOT.

In his defense at least he didn’t go out on a major killing spree. He'd only killed one, maybe two. For Damon, that record belonged in Guinness. Now he was heading to a night club to meet his younger brother. He knew what Stefan was up against if he faced Katherine. He was weak, but there were ways to fix that. Besides, it made Stefan so much more fun.

Pulling up to the nightclub in his 1967 Chevy Camaro, he parked his car before heading inside. As he headed inside he was instantly greeted by the loud music and strobe lights. He could feel eyes on him as he moved through the mass of people but ignored them….for the time being. Right now his focus was on finding his brother. Finally he saw Stefan looking VERY uncomfortable and didn't even bother suppressing his amusement. “Awww….are you going to just stand there and pout like some kind of spoiled child?”

[Stefan Salvatore]

After turning away from the girl, Stefan heard her let out a huff and then walk away, probably in search of someone else to chat up. Thank goodness, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure if he would've been able to go another minute without ripping her to shreds. And if he did that, Katherine wouldn't have been the only vampire Mystic Falls would be worrying about. Katherine. Just the mere mention of her name made his blood boil...so to speak. She had ruined everything. If she had never shown up, he and Damon wouldn't have been killed and they never would've drifted apart, though he could admit that he was at fault for their falling out. After all, if he hadn't terroized the town like a spoiled boy after Katherine's "death", his brother wouldn't have felt the need to leave him. On the other hand, he probably never would've met Lexi either. Lexi. He missed her. Stupid Damon for killing her. Okay, he was rambling, a sure sign that he needed sustenance which was coupled with a burning tingle in his throat.

Stefan looked at his watch. Okay, the two minutes were up. He could get out of here and go hunting. At this point, whatever he caught wouldn't be surviving, he was that hungry. Okay, I am out of here, he thought to himself and started to get up from his seat. However, familiar footsteps stopped him in his tracks. Great. Now he shows up, he thought. Why couldn't he have left two minutes earlier? He didn't need to deal with this right now. What he needed was to take down a deer---preferably a buck. Their blood was the sweetest, though certainly not as sweet as human blood.

At Damon's amused question, Stefan rolled his eyes.
"Glad to see you're still deriving pleasure from my pain," he commented, standing up and turning to face him. Well, his brother had promised him an eternity of misery and this was probably his newest tactic. "Look I get it, Damon. "Eternity of misery" blah, blah, blah. I don't blame you. If the situation was reversed, I would have said the same thing. I never should've forced this upon you," he continued, finishing with a small sigh. And it was true. Even if Damon had wanted to be a vampire---and he honestly didn't know if he had or not---he certainly didn't have to force it upon him. After all, it wasn't like he had been looking for an escape. Not like he had been...

Stefan gave himself a mental shake, stopping his thoughts before they could travel down a path that he had avoided for a hundred and forty-five years. That was ancient history. And the only other person who knew about it was dead---killed by his own hand. He was free and that was all that mattered. Well, that and getting something to eat.
"Look, whatever game you're playing, leave me and Elena out of it. But if you have something important to tell me, say it. I'm getting hungry," he told him even as he tried to keep his mind off of his burning throat.