Flashback (Chicago, 1920’s)
Damon flinched, he’d been so consumed with spying on his brother he hadn't even noticed someone had taken the seat next to him. His eyes flickered for a moment to the man next to him, barely interested until noticed the pale skin. A vampire. He slowly swung around to face the man, bringing his glass to his lips, studying the vampire in front of him now. The stranger was well over six feet tall, with almost shoulder length blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was almost taken aback.
He’d met a lot of vampires in his daybut there was something different about this one. Maybe the pale skin. The mere size. Or, as he delved into those eyes, something old. As if those eyes had seen the beginning of time.
“Yeah,” He mumbled, not sure why he answered. He wasn't here to make niceties with the local vampires.
The man gave him a questioning look before leaning close toward him, whispering in his ear.“Really? Because honestly, you look pitiful. At least try to be subtle when staring at people who you obviously dislike,” The stranger than winked at him, making Damon chock on the last sip of his bourbon.
“Excuse me? Who now?”
“Oh Damon you hurt my intelligence. Come on, the people sitting in the booth in the far corner with a man named Stefan, whom I presume by the similar facial features is your younger brother. And let me guess. You disapprove of his, nightly adventures,” The man said, smirking before taking a long sip of his drink, his piercing eyes never leaving his.
“How do you...”
“Oh come now Damon. Don’t tell me you really are that naive. Still so young. You sparked my interest, a vampire sitting alone in the same place, three nights in a row now just to watch the same person. You watch your brother become a ripper and yet you clean up after him. If I wasn't so intrigued by you, I’d be appalled and kill you for being such an embarrassment to our species. So tell me, Damon, why do you care about your brother’s eating habits? He seems happy enough,”
“Look you don't know what's going on, so please, just leave me alone,” Damon muttered, standing up. Before he could take a step, he was forced back down and a full glass in his hand. He tried to move away but the hand on his shoulder kept him firmly in place.
He looked at the vampire sitting in front of him now. How did he know so much about him, and his brother, yet he knew absolutely nothing about this stranger. He should run, fight off this vampire he thought to himself, but as his eyes locked with the blue ones of his abductor, he couldn’t help but instinctively feel… safe. How was that even possible?
“Sit. Relax. Look Damon, honestly I don’t care about your family problems so you don’t have to tell me them. I did however come to talk to you because I want to make a proposal, ”
“And what's that?”
“Your life for your brothers,”
“You want to kill me?” He gasped, watching as the man laughed beside him. Before he could blink the man wrapped his arm around him, pulling him closer to him.
“No my dear Damon. I want you. You have a certain ability that I could make great use of,” the man replied, tapping on his family ring. “I can show you the world Damon. You help me and I can help with your brother situation. Those people he’s with are being hunted. I could, if you agree, get this certain vampire hunter. They’ll be forced to disappear, and leave your brother behind,”
“Seriously?” He asked, glancing over at his brother and the companions sitting with him. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he watched his brother, blatantly feed off of some blond human, obviously not concerned with the mere fact of him being in the middle of a crowded club, full of curious eyes. He turned back to his strange vampire companion. “You do realize that this ring only works for me,”
“Obviously, or you’d be dead and we wouldn't be having this conversation,” the man said, finishing off his drink. “So do we have a deal?”
“What do I have to do?” He asked, forgetting to pretend to breathe as the handsome stranger tilted his head back, invading his personal space. His scent was intoxicating, like a clear ocean in the winter. And his eyes. Those damn eyes. Pools of blue that terrified yet intrigued him. Why was this man so haunting?
“Nothing that you won’t enjoy Damon, eventually,” The man replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He pulled away then, making him gasp for the oxygen he didn’t need. What was wrong with him?
“I don't even know you, how can I trust you?”
“You can't but what other choice do you have?”
Damon looked over at his brother, then back at the mysterious vampire sitting next to him. Did he really have choice? He wanted to help his brother, and if this stranger was able to provide him with the means to do it, than he had no choice but to accept his offer.
“Okay, I'm in, as long as I can see that my brother is okay, that they have left and that I can contact Lexi, she's the only one who can help get his humanity back,”
“His humanity? Really? Fine, if this is what you want then we have a deal, ”
Damon watched as the man motioned to another, smaller man sitting across the bar before turning back to him. A slow smile formed on his lips before extending his hand. What was he agreeing to he thought to himself as he shook the man’s hand.
“By the way, the name's Eric, Eric Northman,”