Summary: Damon learns about Wes' plans but so does Klaus. Things spiral and new adjustments are needed.
A/N: Finally! It's been two long years but I've finally updated! I'm so sorry for this insanely long wait, guys!

Just as Andrei promised, he returned every day with a cup of his blood to make sure Damon wouldn't suffer. Well, to make sure he wouldn't suffer as much as before. It really wasn't much but the state that Damon was currently in, it helped more than he thought it would have. He wasn't just a limp body being poked and prodded at anymore. So that was more than anyone in Damon's position could ask for.

As much as Damon would have loved to rip Wes' head off whenever he was brought to the testing room, he also wanted to destroy all of his work more. He wanted to take away everything that Wes loved so dearly. So Damon stuck to Andrei's plan. He played along with the broken vampire act— and just the thought of revenge was enough for him to keep going and to behave.

After another two weeks had come and gone and even with the blood, Wes was getting more creative and it was taking its toll on him. Good for research- but oh so bad for vampires. Luckily, Damon and the other vampires could rest easy for a few nights since there was something that needed Wes' immediate attention elsewhere. That should have worried them all, but a break was a break.

They'd take what they could get.

And who were they kidding? It wasn't like they were going to be in there for much longer.

Klaus hadn't given up on his plotting to murder whoever took Damon. In fact, he had enlisted the help of Bonnie. It didn't take much convincing on her end since she and Damon had grown closer as friends. Although, Bonnie still didn't trust Klaus but that was expected on both ends. Considering their past track records with one another, it wouldn't shock anyone that they were cautious of each other's presence. But as it stood, desperate times called for extremely desperate measures with unlikely allies. "Alright, little witch. Where is he?" He asked, eyes watching over the girl closely as she worked. The mistrust was mutual but the common goal was even stronger.

Bonnie tried to focus and get a read on Damon but that was easier said than done when you had an impatient vampire hovering.

"Well?"

"Shh. I can't focus with you constantly complaining."

Klaus folded his arms across his chest and sighed. Patience was not his virtue.

"Who is Wes Whitmore?" Bonnie asked, eyes slipping closed as her flames grew wilder. "No, wait—" she shook her head once more information was revealed to her. "Wes Maxfield, he's..." She suddenly stopped and the flames blew out. "He's here, he's coming towards us." She said softly. "And he isn't alone." Someone...or something was cutting her signal off.

Klaus stopped his pacing and narrowed his eyes. "Whitmore. Thank you, little witch." His flat lined expression shifted into a frown and then he was gone.

"Klaus?" Bonnie called out but the hybrid was long gone.

Wes had it all planned out. From the time that he captured Damon to this very moment. He had caught wind of this family of original vampires. There were originally five of them but two had perished. His Travelers were fortunate enough to locate two and to his surprise, one of them happened to be spotted with Damon Salvatore. Wes felt like he had hit the Jack pot because capturing an original Augustine vampire and soon to have an original vampire was too good to be true. To sweeten the pot, his informants told him of Klaus' half breed and the family's immortality status. His research was about to take an advanced turn for the better.

With the assistance of the Travelers, he was able to impose on Bonnie's channeling and gave away his location. He knew the half breed original would come looking for him— well, come looking for Damon.

Things were working out perfectly.

So he thought.

It didn't take Klaus long considering that this man was obviously making sure his location was easily found. He wasn't naive, he understood that this all was insanely too easy and that someone was going through a lot of trouble to keep the ball in their court. But unfortunately, the closer he got, the farther Wes distanced himself. And before Klaus knew it, he was in the middle of a home that he didn't even realize he had arrived to. That didn't matter though, he could smell that the person who had been luring him from the start was here so all rational thoughts ceased to exist for the hybrid.

Klaus stood in the middle of the room but quickly turned when he heard the doors slam shut. "Oh, don't go running off on me now. We aren't done here. We haven't even begun, mate." He moved towards the door but as soon as he tried to reach for the doorknob, he was stopped by a barrier. After several failed attempts, he realized he was dealing with a top notch spell. "Witches?" He questioned, gazing off at the two windows on either side of the door. "Very well."

Two could play at that game.

He drew back his arm some before launching his fist down at the wooden table by the entrance. With a devilish grin, he grabbed a few broken pieces from the pile of destroyed wood then glanced out the window. As far as he could see, there were at least a dozen of Travelers in a group by the entrance. But that didn't really matter. He could see more than enough.

He drew his arm back again and it snapped forward, tossing the wooden piece right through the front door. He heard a body fall and then tossed another. After seven bodies hitting the ground, he heard the incessant chanting stop and he also heard a car's tires screeching against pavement. This Wes character just wasn't willing to play this game apparently.

What fun was that?

Klaus returned to Bonnie after finishing off the Traveler's except for one. He figured she would be something useful to him in the long run. He couldn't find Damon anymore and the trail was beyond cold. But they still had options.

There were always options.

The woman Traveler didn't take much convincing. Once glance at Klaus' fangs had her singing like a canary. She wanted no part in any kind of torture that the hybrid was threatening her with.

Klaus learned about the whereabouts of Damon and really, that was all he needed to know from her. And he definitely didn't think twice about killing her even with Bonnie's protests. Once everything was taken care of, he was on his way to retrieve Damon.

A few miles away was a different story for Damon. He had gotten out but he really couldn't remember anything and clearly the vervain was working its way through his system the more he moved. He was barely keeping to his feet. The last conscious act he remembered was speeding past Andrei when the vampire released him from the cage. He had gotten as far away from Augustine as he physically could while in his current state. So of course slight internal panic emerged when a car was slowly approaching him.

He could only assume it was Wes and he wasn't so sure he could fight right now.

The steady beams of the headlights had swept over the familiar frame of the so sought after vampire. The car came to an abrupt stop, scraping against the dirt in the process. The driver had already began the process of rushing out of the vehicle before the Damon staggered closer...but he wasn't alone. Silence settled heavily in the area and if it hadn't have been Klaus, it would have seemed eerie.

"Fucking A-plus timing." Damon said, stumbling a bit but Klaus gripped onto his upper arm to steady him.

"Considering that Wes is out for your capture, I'm slightly surprised to see you roaming around at night by yourself." The other shadow spat out to the hybrid.

Klaus' eyes focused on the figure and his eyes narrowed. "And you are?"

"The one that saved him." He answered, pointing to Damon who was now slumping against Klaus. "I've been shadowing him for precaution. But Wes isn't aware that Damon has escaped yet. So I advise you to get going now. Especially since you have become one of his new favorite obsessions."

Klaus just stared at him. "You are so full of information. Willingly. For all I know, you're helping him. And quite frankly, I couldn't care less, so stay out of my way." He was a skeptical man, okay? It was one of his many paranoid traits.

Andrei raised his hands to show he meant no harm. He wasn't stupid. He knew that Klaus could kill him in a heartbeat. But he really was just trying to help. He promised Damon to get him out of that place and that's exactly what he did. "Of course. Heads up though, he'll need blood soon. The right kind of blood." And then he was gone.

Wes was anything but happy when he discovered that not only was Damon gone, but the majority of his Travelers were killed. Setbacks, that's all that they were and Wes always had a plan for situations just like this.

So he was moving on to the next one.

Damon Didn't remember much after running across Klaus on the road. So when heard a voice talking at him, he doesn't know what's going on. Everything's a blur and his body aches. It aches in a way that he hasn't experienced since he was human. It's unnerving.

"Damon." The voice calls again but it's much clearer this time.

He groaned and finally opened his eyes. Everything was bright and he already hated it. "Ugh." Pushing up into a sitting position he locked a glare on a certain blonde. "You."

"I figured I'd get a better response from you but I was mistaken." Klaus grinned because despite how serious this situation was, he couldn't help it. Damon just did that to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm hollow. Completely dead inside and no pun intended."

"You threw up the every drop of human blood that you drank last night, so that does sound about right." He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out, pressing his hand lightly on the side of Damon's neck.

Damon swallowed softly when there were now two hands ghosting across his throat and up to his face as fingertips were brushing across his parted mouth. He wondered if it was imagined when he hears Klaus' name but it doesn't sound like his own voice saying it.

That's because it wasn't.

"Klaus." There it goes again.

Damon snaps out of it and turns his head some when Klaus' hands are suddenly pulling away from his face. He frowned but spots Elijah standing at the door.

Right.

"He needs to feed."

Klaus sighed and nodded. "I'm aware of that."

"Not from you."

Klaus sighed again. "And why not? It isn't like he can kill me."

"He could desiccate you…"

"He's right." Damon murmured softly, running his fingers through his messy hair. He really didn't need to make things even more complicated than it already was. He just wanted to drink something before he desiccated.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that." Klaus grinned, reassuring Damon. Looking back over to Elijah he stood up from the bed. "I'll be down in a moment." He said softly. "You produce some sacrifices and he can drink from them. In the meantime, I'm busy." He smiled at his brother and motioned for him to close the door. He really appreciated his brother's concern, but he could handle this.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Damon asked.

Klaus laughed. "Of course not, but when do we make good decisions, love?"

"Good point."

Klaus returned to his spot on the side of the bed and tugged down his collar a bit more to expose his neck. "Go ahead."

Damon was hesitant but his instinct was to pounce. He hadn't eaten since Andrei had given him blood and that was practically years in his mind when you were turned into a vampire who now fed on other vampires.

Fucking ripper virus.

Damon scooted towards the edge of the bed until he could press his feet against the carpet. His bore his fangs and tried his best to not jump the original vampire but that was easier said than done. "I give you full permission to snap my neck if I don't…or won't stop."

"You will."

"So confident." Damon chuckled and placed a hand on Klaus' shoulder before leaning in. Without further hesitation, he bit into the soft flesh. The first drop of blood that hit his tongue had him feeling weak in the knees- weak in the body. At least he was already sitting down. A soft moan slipped out past his lips against Klaus' skin.

It was warm and sweet. It was also weird because he didn't remember Klaus tasting like this…tasting this good.

That was bad.

This was bad.

His eyes rolled then shut and he pushed even closer, drinking more, guzzling down as much as he possibly could…like his life depended on it.

After a few more moments he felt fingers threading through his hair and that's when he pulled off.

He licked his lips and just stared at Klaus for the longest. Damon was dazed, eyes glazed over and blood dripping down his chin. "Pretty sure I'm drunk now."

"Is that so?"

"Definitely so." He grinned and flopped back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "I'm gonna kill him as soon as I get the chance. But I'm gonna burn everything he loves to the fucking ground. I'll make him watch all of his hard word go up in flames. Then I'll kill him slowly and let him see how it feels. Then he'll go up in flames."

"If you love me right, I'll accompany you every step of the way."

Damon tilted his head back down and raised a brow at Klaus. Did he hear him right? "Is that so?"

He wasn't expecting that at all.

"Get some rest, Damon." Klaus stood from the bed and smiled down at the vampire. "You'll need it."

"I swear it won't take me long." Damon slightly mumbled.

"I believe you."

"Good."

Good.