The Vampire Diaries – Every End Has A Start von Asu91 ================================================================================ Kapitel 13: Dance With The Devil -------------------------------- Ich hab ein kleines Ostergeschenk für euch^^ Zwei Kapitel auf einmal. Zwei, weil es sonst zu lang geworden wäre. Teil 2 folgt bald wenn Animexx ihn freigeschaltet hat. Zum Kapitel: Letztes Mal hab ich doch gesagt, dass das "Showdown" zwischen Alaric und Damon auch noch irgendwann auftauchen wird. Jetzt kann ich euch sagen, dass es genau in diesem Kapitel drin ist! Es ist nicht so spektakulär wie in der Serie aber ich hoffe euch gefällt es trotzdem. Und: Wie ihr vllt bemerkt habt, benenne ich meine Kapitel oft nach Songs. Und normalerweise beginne ich auch jedes Kapitel mit ein paar Lyrics zu dem jeweiligen Song. Das fang ich hier jetzt auch an. Neues Coverbild^^ Konnte nicht widerstehen XD Viel Spaß! _________________________________________________________________________________ Here I stand, helpless and left for dead I won't stay long, in this world so wrong Trembling, crawling across my skin Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight "So, are you looking forward to your big day tomorrow, sis?" Jeremy asked Elena during breakfast. "Not really." Elena replied. Somehow she had always imagined her 18th birthday to be different. A big party with everyone she loved. Her whole family and all of her friends… But it wouldn't be like that. At least not concerning the family part. Her brother Jeremy and her aunt Jenna were all she'd left of her family. Her adoptive parents were dead. Her birth mother Isabol was somewhere, unable for her to reach and her birth father was still unknown. Sure, this birthday would blast… unlikely. "Don't pull such a face," Jenna said. "We'll make it an unforgettable event for you. Jeremy and I have been planning it for months." "Yeah," Jeremy agreed. "Don't blow it." A small smile appeared on her face. "Fine. If you say so I'll actually be looking forward to it. Well, I have to go," Elena said now. "Damon's probably waiting for me outside." "He seems to be a nice guy that Damon," Jenna said. "Considering that he's taking you along to school and spending so much time with you." Elena grinned. "What are you driving at, Jenna?" "Nothing. I just wondered if you'd like to invite him for tomorrow," Jenna mused aloud. Elena chuckled. "Actually I was going to invite him… if he behaves today," she added. "Wonderful." Elena shook her head, smiling and walked to the front door. She opened it to see Alaric Saltzman standing outside. "Oh, good morning, Mr Saltzman." "Good morning, Elena," Saltzman greeted her back, smiling. His smile was creepy. As if he had to force it. "Jenna! It's Mr. Saltzman!" Jenna was immediately at the door. "Hey," she said when she saw Saltzman. "See you in the afternoon," she added to Elena, clearly asking her to leave now. Elena found her behavior odd but said bye and got into Damon's car. This was obviously not his day, Alaric thought. It already had a bad start when he met the murderer of his wife Isabol in front of his lover Jenna's house. But if he thought it couldn't get worse he was mistaken. When he rang the doorbell of the Gilbert residence no one else than Elena opened the door. Elena, the daughter of Isabol but… not his daughter. He was immediately reminded of that at her sight. And again it got worse. Elena walked past him and got into the car of his Isabol's murderer. It all seemed so surreal to him. He watched them drive away and stared after them until they were out of sight. "Nice of him to take her along, isn't it?" Jenna's voice brought him back from his trance. "Not really," he said bitterly. "Maybe you should talk to Elena about him, Jenna." "Why?" "I've seen him before. He's the one who killed my wife. The one who killed Isabol." Jenna's eyes widened in horror. "Thank you by the way," Damon said smugly when he pulled out of the parking lot. "For hanging out with me again and allowing me to go to school instead of dying of boredom." "You're welcome." Elena grinned. "Damon looked at her with his sunglasses slightly down and grinned back. "Don't play pretend. You needed a ride." "True. Jenna needs her car to drive to work." Damon smiled about her bluntness but his smile quickly disappeared. "Is your aunt dating Saltzman now?" he asked earnest. "Yeah, I guess so. But I wonder why he came back. He said he'd leave Mystic Falls." "Maybe he never left," Damon suggested darkly. "Yeah, maybe." "Something's off about him." "Think he's suspecting you?" Elena asked. "No, that's not it." Damon shook his head. "There's something else. Can't describe it. I just know it." "Mmh," Elena thought about this but then gave it up because she couldn't think of another reason for Saltzman to be after Damon other than he knew he was a vampire. "Well, anyway, it's, um, my birthday tomorrow and I'm, um, Jenna said I should invite you." "Give her my thanks but unfortunately I'm already booked," Damon replied. "What?!" "Yeah, well, not booked but I'm waiting for someone else to invite me to her party," Damon explained. "Her?!" Elena repeated and couldn't hide her jealousy. "Yup." "So, um, who is it? Do I know her?" "Yeah, I think so," Damon said. "She's, um, tall… slender… with brown hair and amazing brown eyes." "I see," Elena said. She shouldn't be surprised, she thought. Damon never turned a woman down. Not that she had expected him to like her someday or to come to her stupid party… It was probably below him… "And she'll turn 18 tomorrow," Damon concluded and put on a smug. It took Elena some seconds to process what he had just said before she realized he'd been talking about her all the time. "Me?" "I'll only come to your party if I receive an exclusive invitation from no one but you. Not your aunt, you." Elena smiled. "So, I'm happily inviting you to my birthday party tomorrow." "Did I hear 'party'?" Damon asked eagerly. "When shall I be there?" Elena laughed. Damon gave her smile, not a smugly, not a cockily but a genuine smile. "Be there at six," she told him. "I will." "Good." It was late. School was over and Damon had driven Elena home. Afterwards he had gone to the grill to have a drink, some kind of an evening routine. While he knocked back his bourbon he checked his cell phone for missed calls or messages. He had none of them. He had not really expected to receive one but he was beginning to wonder what his brother was doing. He hadn't expected Stefan to stay away for long or be gone without leaving Elena a message once. But that was the case. No sound, no trace from Stefan whatsoever. What the heck was he doing? Truth be told Damon didn't really miss him. If Stefan came back now he'd just spoil the fun he could have with Elena. But with her birthday tomorrow it was more than likely than he would come back. So much for the fun… He knocked back another shot before calling it a day. He walked back to the manor, still with Elena on his mind. He wanted to get her something – after all she only turned 18 once – but he couldn't think of a present she'd like. Completely lost in thoughts he didn't notice anything before he entered the house. But once inside he sensed a human aura, rather sensed his scent. Someone was in the house and he was vengeful. Slowly, not daring to let his guard down, he made his way to the parlor. Thanks to his vampire eyes he could see everything as clear as at daytime. If someone was waiting for him in the parlor he would see him before he could move and if he was coming down the stairs and sneaking up on him he'd hear him. Carefully he stepped into the parlor and looked around. Although he didn't need it he turned on the light. Maybe it'd scare the intruder off. That wasn't exactly what happened. As soon as the light was on someone grabbed his shoulders and jumped on his back. Damon balance and fell on the floor with the intruder hovering above him. He felt something sharp graze his chest while trying to shake the intruder off. He didn't need to look down to know that it was a stake. Angry he took a look at the man who was pinning him to the floor. It was Alaric Saltzman. Damon was confused. 'You?' "Me," Alaric said breathless. "What the hell are you doing?!" Damon demanded while pushing away the stake that Saltzman kept pointing at him. "What do you want from me?!" "You killed me wife!" "What?" Damon stared at him for a second than groaned. "I'm so sick of this 'You-killed-my-XXX-and-now-I'll-kill-you crap." "Monster!" "Thanks," Damon commented bored. "Not that I care but who was your wife anyway?" "Her name was Isabol! And she looked like this!" Saltzman took a photograph out of his pocket and showed it to Damon who glanced at it. "Does it ring any bells?" "No." "You!" Alaric growled and tired to point the stake at Damon again. "You can't just have forgotten her!" "Do you think I keep a record of every person I feed on? They're food not trophies. And would you please stop that?" he added. Using vampire speed he turned the situation around. Now he was pinning Saltzman to the floor. "See, you have no chance against me. You'll never have the revenge you're seeking. I can kill you in the blink of an eye. You came here for nothing tonight. I'll let you go, now but I swear, one move and I'll really kill because you piss me off, got it?" Slowly, his eyes fixed on Saltzman, Damon got up, followed by Saltzman. "Don't ever try that again," Damon threatened. "Jenna wouldn't like to see you dead, I suppose." Alaric's eyes widened. It was obvious that he hadn't thought of Jenna on his mission once. "One last question," he demanded. "I saw you feed on her. But when I came back from calling the police both of you were gone. There was nothing left of her but blood. What did you do to her?" "Nothing," Damon answered. "I left after I was done with her. Oh, and by the way," he added. "You'd probably like to know that I didn't kill her. I didn't drain her completely." "You didn't?" Alaric was surprised. "No, I didn't," Damon affirmed. "And now leave, please. We're done here." "Not really," Alaric said. "I'll be back to get my revenge. After all it's your fault she's missing. Not today but someday I will find a way to kill you." Damon smirked like he was thinking Let me see you try. "If it makes you happy," he said as if he couldn't care less. Alaric left now. Damon sighed in irritation and slumped on the couch. The picture of Alaric's life was still there. He picked it up from the floor, looked at it and got lost in thoughts… _________________________________________________________________________________ Ich glaub ich muss da mal ein paar Dinge erklären. Damon erinnert sich zuerst wirklich nicht an Isabol aber später wird er das schon noch. Und in dieser FF hat er sie nicht verwandelt, zumindest nicht absichtlich. Wie ich das dann drehe werdet ihr ja dann sehen. Wird also noch einiges rauskommen^^ Hab ich euch jetzt neugierig gemacht? XD Das nächste Kapitel, ist natürlich, drei mal dürft ihr raten, richtig, Elena's Geburtstag. Bis dahin eure Asu Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)