Hello! This is my first TVD fic! I am a Dafan fan through and through! Although I do love Delena! In short, anything that had Damon!

I am not sure whether this fic will or a multi chapter. I am aiming for a one shot. But as I am still working on it, I cannot be sure!

Hope you like my story and please don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD. (You have no idea how hard it was to claim that *sigh*)

Chapter 1

It was trap. They realized too late as the hunters emerged from the dense canopy of trees into the clearing. They had fallen right into the trap.

"I will be damned." Damon muttered as he turned around, gaze narrowed on the hunters that had surrounded them from all the sides. He sounded weary but there was an undertone of caution in it. He silently surveyed the situation they had fallen into. "Damn it Ric. I am so going to kill you for this."

Alaric grimaced at his best friend's threat. He mentally cursed himself. They never should have come here. Never gotten involved in this whole mess. He was the one who had brought them here. It had felt wrong right from the moment his hunter buddies had called him the day before. They had mentioned a nest of vampires in a town near Mystic Falls. Usually Damon never interfered in other vampire nests around the country. Both the brothers stayed away from such mess. Alaric had no problem regarding that. But the hunters had mentioned hearing rumors about the nest being in 'cahoots' with the Salvatore brothers, whatever the heck that meant. Naturally, that piqued their interest and they set out yesterday to know more about the supposedly vampire nest.

And it had all been a trap. A trap for the Salvatore brothers. They had not come here being prepared for a fight. Just to gather information about what exactly was happening and why the brothers name's were dragged into it.

"Who are you?" Stefan asked stepping forward. They knew they were hunters but Ric understood what he was doing. Stalling for time. They had to know what it was all about. And Stefan was best candidate for now. Seeing Damon's sneering face and cocky attitude they would be dead in the next minute.

"Didn't recognize us? I thought the Salvatore's were smarter than this." One of them spoke up, a sneer placed on his face.

"We thought you must be some dumb hunters. But after looking at your faces, we are inching more towards you being some stupid people looking itching for action." Damon piped giving a big smile.

Ric sighed. Of course, Damon couldn't shut up. It was his own defense mechanism. Snark your way out of the problem. His big mouth was going to get them in more trouble than they already were in.

The hunters merely grinned at Damon. " I have heard about a lot about you Damon Salvatore."

"I hope none of it was good."

"None. You are soon going to lose that cocky attitude of yours."

"And you are soon going to lose that ugly face of yours."

"Stop it Damon." Stefan said quietly. It would do them no good if Damon went on like this. They had to think logically and had to smart about this. Vampire hunters were not to be messed with. Though they were more powerful, the hunters knew their weaknesses and could use it to their advantage.

Damon glared back but thankfully shut up. Stefan spoke gain,

"What do you want with us?"

"Straight to the point huh? I like it. It is quite simple actually. We just want you dead."

"UH-huh. Sorry about that. It's not on the menu." Damon quipped back.

Stefan physically restrained himself from not strangling his brother. He gave him a look that said 'shut up or die' and faced the hunter again.

"We are not here to fight. We do not mean you any harm. Let us go." He said steadily. Showing you were confident in a neutral way was one way to wiggle out of this situation.

"Yes. I am a Hunter myself. You can trust me." Alaric said cautiously.

The lead hunter laughed. "Alaric Saltzman. We know all about you, hunter. Being friends with vampires. And you tell us to trust you? I think you will be the first to die." The hunter sneered back.

Alaric bit back a flinch. Whatever the hunter had said, it was in a way right. He had been a born hunter. A Vampire hunter at that. Hell, Damon was the one who had killed his wife, Isobel. But circumstances had changed and he had found himself in a strange friendship with the elder Salvatore. Over the years it had bonded strong.

"You don't know anything about Ric. Why don't you shut up your mouth and get on with whatever you have insanely planned?" Damon said angrily.

"You are right. Enough with all the pep 'talk'. We will just finish you off."

"In your dreams."

Alaric tensed. Shit. There were five of them. Well trained and rage driven. Sure, they could fight back. Damon and Stefan were strong and he himself was well trained like the hunters. But if only he had a weapon. He could do nothing but defend himself against them. He could see the firm lines etched on Stefan's face, and the determined yet calculated look on Damon's face. They were ready for battle. Anyways they had no choice.

The Hunters attacked first. Alaric had no time to think before one of them was one him. He ducked as the hunter struck a fist at his face. He kicked at his ankles, flipping him off balance. The guy went down and Alaric finished him off with a strong punch in the face. He wouldn't kill now. Not for any reason.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Damon and Stefan engaged with four other hunters. One was already down, blood smeared on his chest. Alaric grimaced. Damon would go for the kill. He had no interest in them being alive. Stefan on the other hand was disarming his opponents and knocking them out cold just like Alaric. They just had to go through with this five. Then they could run off.

But nothing was as easy as that, he thought ruefully as pain laced through his right thigh. He was hit. He frantically looked up in the direction the shot had come from. There were another two hunters coming from the trees. Damn, how many were actually there?

He ignored the fiery pain in his leg and turned his attention towards his current opponent. He would worry about Damon and Stefan later on. He had his own demons to battle.

Damon was pissed. These hunters were well trained and they knew what they were doing. They were only a few ways that vampires could be killed. Wooden stakes being one of them. And each of them carried one. And to make matters worse they were laced with vervain. Go figure. He knew he could handle them. But after killing two and baring a number of cuts and bruises he had started to weaken. The vervain was burning in his body and stopping it from magically healing.

A yell came from his right. Damon swiveled his head towards the sound and froze. A hunter had somehow broke through Stefan's defense and laid him down. Stefan was kicking furiously at the hunter and his whole attention was on the hunter. Damon felt rather than saw a second hunter come behind Stefan brandishing his stake. Damn it, Damon thought. There was no time to warn. The hunter had already raised his hand. Damon willed his body to run as fast as he could towards his brother. He didn't think, didn't react. He just acted.

Pain laced through his entire body as the stake entered his chest. Right through his heart. The shock numbed his body before the pain did.

Oh shit, he was totally screwed, he thought as darkness overtook him.

Okayy! So this isn't going to be a one shot anymore!

I am sorry I killed Damon( or did I?) you will have to wait for next chapter to know whether our favorite sexy man is dead or not?

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