A/N: I know it's vague on who is having a relationship with who but you'll understand why soon~

How did it end up like this? After all the precautions he took he still was bitten by a wolf. Again. "Damn it...this is unfortunate." Damon droned to himself as he slammed the front door shut. He wasn't sure if he would tell his brother right away but he knew he didn't have much time left. Things were spiraling out of control already and adding on to that wouldn't help anyone. He stopped mid-thought when he sensed someone nearby. He moved towards the doorway and leaned against the frame, eyes scanning the room. "I'm getting really tired of these little surprise visits, Elijah." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I told you this would be an outcome. My brother is smarter than you think. Under estimating Klaus will get you all killed."

"I really wish Elena had of reconsidered inviting you in."

"Must you be so rude? Wasn't killing me twice enough for you, Damon?"

"No. How about one more?" He sped over to Elijah, stake in hand but was quickly stopped.

Elijah had Damon pinned to the wall with his hand tightly around the Salvatore's neck. "Don't be so arrogant. Don't forget, I'm older and stronger than you. You must have a death wish."

"Nah, just consider me playful~"

Elijah narrowed his eyes before piercing Damon's chest with his hand.

He grunted and grabbed at the original's wrist. "Relax grumpy, I'm only kidding."

"I don't kid."

"Clearly." He took a deep breath, trying to limit his movement. "You're here for a reason. Mind if I ask what that reason is?" He murmured trying to change the subject.

Elijah pushed his hand deeper into Damon's chest before pulling it out. "You have been bitten. You'll need a cure."

"There is no cure. Well there isn't for me at least. I doubt your brother would be so willing to give me his blood again after I tried to kill him tonight."

"I'll get you his blood."

"And what makes you think he'll help me?"

"Because he'll do it for me."

Damon sighed. "And what do I have to do for you in return?"

"Stay alive." With that said he disappeared. Elijah was becoming Damon's savior more than he would have liked. He just couldn't let the arrogant bastard die.

"Damon, we're home." Elena shouted from the front door only moments later.

"Yeah, I can see that, princess."

"What's got you so grumpy?" She asked softly. Walking over to Damon she saw the fresh blood stain on his white T-shirt. "Damon, what happened?!"

"Oh nothing to worry your pretty little head about. I was just dealing with a little original vampire business as usual."

"Are you okay?"

"He's fine, Elena. He already healed." Stefan said, leaning against the wall behind her. "Which original tried to rip your heart out?"

"They weren't trying to, just warning me." He went over to the alcohol and poured him a glass. "I went after Klaus tonight."

"You what!?" Elena growled. "We had a deal with him, Damon. You'd leave him alone and he'd leave us alone."

"Yeah about that, you made a deal. I never said I was okay with it."

"Damon, you need to leave him and his hybrids alone for the time being." Stefan scolded.

Damon rolled his eyes, swishing the liquor around in his glass. "Oh Stefan, you really think it's that easy, huh?" He downed the shot of his bourbon and slammed the glass down to the wooden table. "Fine then, brother. Have it your way." He sped off and soon was out of the house and out of sight. He was getting fed up with all of the rules placed on him. He didn't return to Mystic Falls just to have someone regulating his every move. That just wasn't his style.

Elena turned to Stefan and sighed. "He's going to get himself killed. You have to go find him, Stefan."

"Damon is a big boy; he can take care of himself. Besides, I'm sure he's going to the bar to drink it off since we're here."

She tightly sealed her eyes and nodded. "Alright, but if he's not back in the morning promise me that you'll go look for him."

"I promise, Elena."

A while back Damon would have gone to the Grill to drink away his frustrations with authority and compelled a few women for their blood. As of late though, his place of sanctuary― more like his person who held his sanctuary had become Alaric. He would never admit it but Alaric had grown on him. He wanted to hate the hunter but deep down he cared for him and it showed. He sighed heavily when he stopped outside of the man's door, knocking obnoxiously. "Riiiiiiiic! Open up I'm feeling needy."

The blond tried to ignore it but he knew Damon too well. The vampire wouldn't go away. Not that easily. Rolling out of bed he stumbled over to the door. "You better be dying."

When the door opened Damon winked and let himself in. "Why thank you, I'd love to come in." He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed the beer sitting on the counter. He ignored the bitter taste of the warm beverage and focused more on the man by the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong?"

"Well, it is 2 o'clock in the morning, your shirt is bloody, and you just drank an old warm beer."

Damon rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner. "Okay, just a normal day in Damon's world. You should be used to me coming to you, Ricky."

The blond closed the door and locked it before moving back to his bed. "I'm not your caretaker and we aren't friends remember?"

Damon hopped up onto the counter and grinned. "Yeah, I know and here I thought we were making progress. You know you love me. I'm witty and charming."

Alaric sat up from the bed and glared at Damon. "Either lie down and go to sleep or leave so I can sleep. I'm tired, Damon." To outsiders he probably sounded really cruel to Damon but between the both of them, that was how they showed their love.

"You want the truth?"

"That would be nice."

He sighed heavily and slid off the counter and waltzed over to the blonde's bed. He took a seat right next to him and pulled his shirt off. "I went after Klaus tonight…and I got bitten by one of his little hybrid bitches."

Damon had Alaric's attention now. "Damn it Damon…we all were supposed to stay away from him. I was sure that was explained to us clearly." He sat back up again and ran two fingers down the wound on Damon's back. "When did this happen?"

"About an hour ago so I have about 6 more before the hallucinations begin."

"Great." He pushed the covers off himself and sat up straight next to Damon. "We have to get you his blood. You'll die without it."

"No shit Sherlock, but don't worry about that. Apparently Elijah is handling that little detail. I'm not sure why he's going to do it but I don't trust him."

"I don't trust any of them." Alaric pulled his hand away and brought his gaze up to Damon's. "You attacked Klaus, there is no way he'll give you his blood now."

"That's what I—" His sentence was cut short by a sharp knock on the door.

"Now what…?" He pushed up from the bed and went to see who it was. "Who is it?" He shouted.

"Elijah. I know Damon is here. I can smell him."

Damon stood. "Are you stalking me now?"

Alaric opened the door and remembering that Elijah had already been invited in he stepped aside. Still, Elijah had manners and wouldn't just barge in like his brother- or Damon. "Come in."

The original vampire walked inside and locked eyes on Damon. "Here," he murmured as he tossed a small vile of blood to the infected vampire.

"How in the hell did you manage to get this?"

"You're welcome. I'll be seeing you soon." He turned to Alaric and nodded to him before taking his leave. He wasn't one to overstay his welcome or to intrude.

Alaric once again closed the door and glanced at his friend. "Alright. Drink it before you snap."

Damon did as he was told with no fuss. He didn't want to lose control like before. He hated that he hurt Elena the first time and he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt Alaric. Within seconds he could feel the bite healing. The slight ache in his back soon ceased to exist as well. "You're gonna yell at me now aren't you?

"No. I'm just going to assume you learned your lesson so I can go back to sleep."

"Well that's no fun." He moved over to Alaric and invaded the hunter's personal space. "I said I was feeling needy, Ric."

"Damon, you're such a hassle." He turned so that they were face to face. "Just a onetime thing huh?"

"Eh, I guess I changed my mind. Don't forget that I'm reckless and impulsive so you should have expected this."

"Nowadays I don't know what to expect from you." He smiled softly and shook his head. He just couldn't figure out why he associated with Damon. "Pain in my ass." The hunter smirked and pushed Damon back some until he fell back on the bed. "I did mention that I was tired didn't I?"