The Hunt

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Damon POV

I had been following this hunter on foot for hours. I knew they were different the minute the pair walked into The Mystic Grill. Stefan had asked me to leave it alone. I had decided that I needed to know if the pair was dangerous or not; if they threatened the life I had built here in Mystic Falls. The taller one of the pair had left the grill an hour ago. He smelled of worn leather and head and shoulders shampoo. I loved toying with hunters before I killed them. They gave the best reactions. Pulling out a gun when the bushes behind them rustled. Foolish really. I then heard the engine of a car pull onto the road I was following then hunter on. I leapt into the shrubs on the side of the road and waited. The car stopped near the hunter and the man in the car leaned out the window and started to talk to the hunter. From the tone of their voices that carried across the deserted road, I could tell they knew each other. I wondered briefly if this was the other hunter that I had seen at the bar. I pushed the thought away. Impossible. The hunter's companion had not seen him leave. The man in the car thanked the hunter and drove off. The hunter started to wander along the road again and I followed at a very safe distance. I got hungrier and hungrier; a fight with a werewolf earlier tonight had ended badly for me. I needed some blood. The man fell and scraped his calf on a piece of scrap metal strewn carelessly on the side of the road. My senses immediately picked up on the blood pumping out of the puncture wound in his leg. My vampire side took over in an instant. I ran up behind the hunter with my vampire speed and the blood made me careless. I ripped the man's head back and sunk my fangs in his neck, forgetting about the wound in his leg. The sound of the blood pumping through my dead veins, filling me with life sounded out the footsteps coming up behind me. I noticed the footsteps suddenly and just assumed it was Stefan. He had been following me for the past hour while I followed the hunter. Then the footsteps behind me turned into a human paced run. I turned around just in time to see the smaller hunter I had seen at the bar plunge a stake deep into my chest, twist and pull out again. I felt the stake miss my heart by only centimeters. To survive I knew I must put on my best performance if I wanted to see tomorrow. I let go of the taller hunter and crumpled to the ground. I coughed and spluttered, blood dripping out of my mouth. I was in pain because of the stake in my chest, so that was not acting. I was in white, hot pain but I knew I had to live. I struggled with my intake of breath as the hunters looked down on me with indifference. Then I relaxed my body and stopped breathing. I head the younger hunter's voice first. "Dean aren't they supposed to shrivel up or burn or something. " There was a moment of silence and I thought that they would test to see if I was really dead and I started to panic then the older hunter spoke. "No. The other vampires we hunt don't. They just die when we cut their heads off." Then the younger hunter, Sam spoke. "Then we should cut this one's head off. Make sure he doesn't magically come back. "That stake pierced that bloodsucker's heart. Do you doubt my aim Sam?" "No", the younger hunter's voice sounded through the night air. "Good then" sounded Dean's voice. "Let's go back to the motel room and get some sleep. I am tired and need my beauty rest" Sam just chuckled and I head a rustling of Sam taking some gauze out of his jacket pocket. Then I realized. This was a setup! They had known from the start that I was a vampire and had planned to kill me all along. I almost leapt up and ripped out both of there throats right then and there. I got over the anger and realized the danger I had put my life and the people in it in. I decided that I needed these hunters to leave Mystic Falls ASAP. If they found out how many vampires are really in Mystic Falls the townspeople would become even more suspicious than in 1864 and that would make the life I had built here unsustainable. I liked it here. I wasn't going to leave without at least putting up a good fight. I felt my body then be lifted up and put in the trunk of a car. We drove and drove and the car parked in a forest. I could hear the breeze in the trees. The trunk opened and the hunters pulled shovels out from behind me and I heard them wander off into the trees. I heard the shovels hitting dirt and I just stayed still waiting for this all to be over. After awhile I heard one of the hunters come back for my body. He slung my body over his shoulder and carried me towards what I assume to be a grave. They put me in a shallow hole and put a thin layer of dirt over me and walked away. I heard the car start up and I shot up out of the ground and followed the car as it sped along the road. I stayed in the trees and before I knew it the car had pulled up to some motel located near the forest I had using for cover as I followed their car. Both hunters got up out of the car and filed up the stairs into their motel rooms. I just watched and waited. They were bound to come out of that room sometime. Then suddenly the older hunter snuck quietly out of the room and jogged down the steps of the motel and into the parking lot. He started to walk down the street and towards the dingy biker bar at the end of the road. I slowly crept up to the room the hunter came out of and saw the sleeping form of Sam. I walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. He woke up at the movement and opened his eyes to see my smug face looking back at him. "You will move on to the next town. There is no case here. Dean died in a freak accident and you cannot stay here with the memories. You will not remember this conversation and will leave town tonight." His brown pupils dilated in response to my compulsion. I ran out of the room and shut the door before he even snapped out of his trance. I followed the hunter the bar at a safe distance and walked into the bar at least 30 seconds after the hunter as not to arise suspicion. The hunter took a seat at the bar and I sat down on the stool right next to his. The hunter turned to me and his look of mild curiosity turned to utter horror in a matter of seconds, I am sure, immediately recognizing the face he had stabbed with a stake mere hours ago. The older hunter immediately regained his composure in a mere fraction of a second. "Miss me" I ask with a smug smile on my eternally handsome face. The hunter returned my smugness with a shit eating grin. "Nope" was his smug reply. "Brave for a human to show such disrespect to a vampire, don't you think?" "Actually Mr. Salvatore, I don't. See you are not as strong as you think. Your little werewolf bite there", he said gesturing to my covered forearm, "has you a little down on your luck doesn't it? See we know all about your little life here in Mystic Falls." My surprised face was all the confirmation the hunter needed to know that he had won that round of banter. I then ordered a bourbon and the hunter and I watched each other cautiously for awhile. There was something about this hunter that drew me to him and I could not deny the way his lips looked when he took a drink off that beer bottle. Damon don't, I internally scolded myself. We sat in silence for awhile and just got more plastered as the night went on. I decided I needed to know more about this hunter. With the alcohol in his blood he revealed a lot. I learned that all of his family had died and that his brother was the only thing he has left. I felt guilty momentarily until Dean told me he had a deep dark secret that no one knew about. He said even though he was piss drunk he would never tell anyone about it. My morals were running low so I decided to use a bit of compulsion to see what he was hiding. What is your deepest darkest secret Dean?

Dean seductively leaned in closer. I am bi. How about you? Over my 172 years I had done a lot of experimenting. I had slept with both women and men and found out that I had equal liking for both. This hunter looked as if he could be a really good time. So I decided to not use anymore compulsion for the night and decided to see if he wanted to come home with me. With what he was doing with his lips and that beer bottle I could swear was deliberate. So with all the vampire charm I had ever possessed I asked, "Dean would you like to come home with me?" His hands moved to my thighs and started to rub up and down. His seductive whisper in my ear then caused me to lose it all. "What do you think my answer will be?" he then pulled back with a huge drunken grin that only increased when I took him by his hand and lead him towards the boarding house. We kissed and groped the whole way back to the house. We both stumbled into the boarding house in a drunken stupor. The hunter started to kiss on my neck and we stumbled up the stairs and into my bedroom. By the time we got there we were both extremely turned on. Dean grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards the bed and eventually on top of him. I hovered over Dean for about thirty seconds and only felt remorse for what I would have to do with him after we had finished.

The hunter was curled in my arms. His human body was so soft and warm and most of all drinkable. The fact that all vampires in this town were in danger because I had exposed myself in one stupid mistake was too much to handle. With so much guilt already packed on my shoulders over the last 172 years I could not deal with more innocent deaths on my shoulders. I may put on an indifferent but inside I am so wracked with guilt. Man, Stefan is right, I do need some help. Wait….what, Stefan right? I really do need help if I think Stefan is right. I need some blood to clear my head. Unfortunately the blood source is curled in my arms. I leaned down to gently nibble on the hunter's neck and he groaned. This only turned me on and I thought about going for round two before I had to kill him but that would only just make….. Oh who am I kidding? I'm Damon Salvatore, I live for quickies. I woke up Dean by kissing him ALL OVER. I rolled him under me and we just reveled in the attractiveness of one another. Then we played until the sun went down. Dean fell asleep in my arms just like before. I decided that now was the time to kill him. He was a dick for stabbing me and I needed to protect the life I had built here. I couldn't risk losing this life or Elena for that matter. Even though I had slept with Dean I still cared very deeply for Elena. I couldn't risk it. I leaned down and started to kiss on Dean's neck drawing the blood to the surface. "Mmmmm…. he muttered, "Ready for round three already?" "Not exactly" I murmured, "I think I need a drink before we get started." Dean's mind didn't process the meaning behind my words until it was too late. By then the familiar aching in my gums had let go and my fangs snapped into place, the veins in under my eyes took their place beneath my alabaster skin and the whites of my eyes had turned red with the bloodlust. I bit into Dean's neck with force he screamed out in pain and started to struggle very roughly beneath me. I regretted causing him pain but it was a necessary sacrifice. Suddenly my throat closed up and I started to convulse. I fell off the side of the bed still convulsing. Vervain. I should've known that hunter do their research. Stupid, I scolded myself internally. Dean then got up off the bed holding the side of his neck. His face was the origin of anger. "I knew something like this would happen." He just shook his head his face turning from angry to hateful and disgusted at the monster I had now portrayed myself as. He walked across the room nude and picked his pants up off the floor and out of his back pocket he pulled out a mini stake. He then walked back across my room and kneeled down towards my body. I looked at him, willing him to stop the pain the vervain was wreaking through my body. It was not a lethal dose but enough to hurt like a bitch. He understood the question posed in my eyes willing him to stop the pain. He understood it loud and clear. "Sorry" he said with a sadistic grin "a monster like you deserves to die." Dean raised the stake over his head and I waited for death to take me. Then searing white hot pain spread throughout my abdomen. Then Dean's voice reached my ears. "I never said you deserved to die quickly though." With that he threw on his pants and t shirt. The last image I was left with was him picking up his cell phone and walking out the door with a mixture of disgust and pity on his handsome face.

Dean POV

Stupid vampire bit me. Tried to drain me; I could feel it. I had slept with the thing purely because of the fact that I was piss drunk and that I was really horny. Nothing more, nothing less. I could feel nothing more towards that bloodsucker other than the fact that he was deadly handsome. With that raven hair, ocean blue eyes… stop Dean! I internally scolded myself. Suddenly I noticed that I was pacing the town square angrily with what I am sure was a red face. I then decided to give Sam a call to tell him that I was okay. I dialed his number and a depressed "hello" came from the other end. "Sam," I ventured my voice thick with worry. "Dean" his completely surprised voice came from the other end. "Unless you have another brother named Dean than yeah it's me", I said my voice trying to lighten up the tension. "I thought you were dead" he said, his voice fraught with confusion and worry. "What, how could you think something like that Sam" my voice thick with emotion and confusion. "I don't know" Sam replied, "Last thing I remember was, you and I had climbed in bed and then this morning I was sitting in a hotel in Kansas, with the memory that you had died in some type of horrible accident." I sat in silence on the other end of the line for awhile. "Dean" Sam's voice interpreted my thoughts of anything that had the power to erase minds and replace what actually happened with new memories. I then got an idea. "Sam I will call you later I need to go talk to someone who might know what happened to your memories." "Ok" came Sam's timid reply on the other end. I snapped my phone shut and walked back to the Salvatore Boarding House.

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