Damon was still reeling from the night before, angry with himself for allowing Klaus to take control of him like that. He wasn’t the submitting type, yet he’d done so willingly for someone he hated, which only served to make him hate himself for wanting it to happen again. Attempting to wash away the remnants of Klaus proved unsatisfying, because he could still feel the hybrid all over him, and he wasn’t completely sure if it was a good or bad thing. Thumbing through his phone to find a one night stand to take his mind off the hybrid, was just as pointless, because he kept stopping on one name, until finally he threw his phone across the room, hardly flinching when it smashed into pieces on the floor. What the hell had he done? Given an immortal hybrid a piece of himself that he could never get back, that he’d never have given to anyone otherwise. He could have said that Klaus compelled him, but that would be a hard lie to sell. Finally, Damon grabbed his keys and sped over to the massive estate where Klaus resided, and banged hard on the door, pushing it open when he didn’t get an answer right away. “Where the hell are you?!”
(Thought this would be interesting. Feel free to not reply if you've got to much going.) Derek had been tied up and forced to watch his Master get tortured, he thrashed around in the ropes like a wild animal, growling and snapping his canines towards the one doing the torturing. "I'm going to kill you!" He snarled, giving the king of hell a worried glance before turning back to the unknown figure.