Looking

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of these CW characters.

( these first couple chapters are flashbacks)

I have been alive for 1000 years and I have never been in such a horrible place. So much death, so much blood, so much horror, and I am here for the person who caused it all.There he is standing over a girl he most likely just killed.

" What Is your name sir"

" the question is what is your name.... ma'am"

" did you do this"

" not all of it" he said as he threw the girls body over to the mountain of dead bodies.

" did someone help you"

" No"

" You just said.."

he cut me off. " I just got here, this was already done I just got the last of them."

"do you know who did this "

" nope"

" what is your name " I asked again

" Damon Salvatore, and yours" I have heard of his name before. well not his exact name but his last name.

" Salvatore.. as in the Salvatore boarding house in Mystic Falls?"

" yeah?" who are you"

" My name is Lauren Michel... I mean McCoy"

"Are you sure. you don't seem sure."

" I am sure , why are you here"

" well I came for the party"

" Party?"

All these people came for a party and died, who did this.

" Yep. I guess it didn't last long" he said with a smile

"Oh well I just I came late and missed it"

" wait why are you here"

" I have been looking for someone."

" and you thought he was here"

" I had a feeling he did this"

" what is his name

" I never said it was a man"

" it was a guess"

" well it is a guy"

" I knew it" he said with a crooked smile

" well I guess I should be going then"

" awww so soon, have a drink with me"

I guess I could stay for a drink just in case he comes back

" ok"

we walked around the corner to a small bar with like two people in it

" it empty tonight, why do you think that is" I said with a hint of a laugh

" maybe because a crazy guy killed them all" Damon said laughing also

we sat down and Damon asked for two shots of Bourbon

"so what are you" Damon asks me

" Wha... what do you mean" I said confused

" you are not afraid of me so you must not be human"

" oh Damon I am not a vampire"

" I know that but you are something"

" no, it just takes a lot to frightened me"

" well you could fool me"

I stay and drink with him all night till the morning

" well I wasted engough time today, i have someone to find"

" I am looking for someone too"

" what"

" I am looking for a way to get back the women I love too"

" I don't love Niklaus, I just... he has sometime I want," I studder.

He looked at me will sad eyes

" are you sure?"

" I am.. I just need to find him" I said every fast." but you... you are looking for the woman you love?" I asked

" yes.... well not like looking I know where she is I just can't get to her," he said

" what do you mean?"

" she is locked in a tomb"

" a tomb???"

"long story short she is a vampire and some humans found out and locked her away, and the only way to get her out is if I get what a witch needs to break a spell." he looked at me with bright eyes

" I've an idea"

"an idea?" I asked confused

" yes.. what if I help you find what you are looking for and you help me"

" what. no. you can't help me" I said standing up.

" yes I can "

" no you don't understand"

" what are you talking about. this is perfect" he is now standing and touching my shoulders

" Niklaus is dangerous and clever. if he knew I had help he would surely kill you."

" how long have you been looking for him?" he said and dropped his hand to his sides.

" why does that matter?" I said walking away.

" how long?"

"Damon you cant help me"

"how long!? I have been looking for her for 100+ years! How long have you been looking?!"

"DAMON LEAVE IT ALONE!" I turned away to leave.

" MY IDEA IS BRILLIANT", I keep walking.

" Lauren! " he yelled causing me to stop and turn around.

" 800 YEARS! 800 years."

I said and start to walk again. Before I get to the door he is in front of me.

"800 years?.... what are you?" he ask and I try to push him.

" that's not important.. just. just you can't help me Damon, there isnt anything you can do for me."

I looked at him and his blue eyes look hurt, and walk out of the bar.