This is when Alaric was an Original Vampire Hunter... Hope you like it xx

Two men sat at the bar, drinks in hand and chatting amongst themselves.
"Hey gorgeous," I smirked, sitting next to the blond man at the bar. He was muscular and had a thin layer of stubble over his face.
"Why thank you," a raven haired man winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Sweetheart don't flatter yourself, I was talking to him." I pointed to the blonde who now sat there smirking at the bar top.
"Him." The raven haired man shook his head. "He won't satisfy you and he definitely-"
"Damon, I think that's for the lady to decide," the man laughed, lifting his head and looking at me.
Damon set down his glass, pushing his stool back. "Well I'm heading home but don't say I didn't warn you. Be careful Alaric."
"What is there to be scared of?" I laughed.
"Excuse my friend he's a bit strange." Alaric nodded, swigging his drink.
"I hadn't noticed." I shrugged, taking the drink from Alaric and downing it.
"I was drinking that." Alaric's hand gripped my wrist, the other on my waist.
"So was I," I whispered, swapping the glass to my other hand and slipping my wrist free from his grasp I tilted my head. "Can't handle yourself, not grown up enough?" I teased, twisting in my seat to face him. "Or..." I ran a hand up his chest, biting my lip. "Can't you handle, little, old, me." I set the drink down on the bar and got up, walking towards the bathrooms.
The door shut behind me, the lock turning. "Leaving so soon?"
I turned to see the blue eyes I'd seen at the bar.
"I thought we were finished." I twisted a strand of hair around my finger.
Alaric smirked. "No, of course not. What kind of gentleman wouldn't help a lady?"
I smirked back before putting a hand behind behind his neck. "Good, but I'm no lady." Our lips came together. I quickly found his belt and undid it before ripping open his shirt and layering kisses down his jugular. My fangs grazed his neck as his trousers fell to the floor.
"No." Alaric's hand wound around my throat, holding me against the wall. "So not only were you going to use me for sex, you were going to kill me?" Alaric shook his head, grip tightening on my throat. "That's not very nice."
"When did I ever say I was?" I smirked. "You were the one who followed me, mr vampire hunter." I mimicked biting him again. "Mmmm... I wonder what you taste like. Have I angered you?" I rubbed my crotch against his, eliciting a moan from his lips.
"You turned it off didn't you?" Alaric loosened his grip on my throat.
"So." I started walking my fingers up his chest. "What. If. I. Did." I traced my fingers down his face, pouting. "What are you going to do about it? Maybe that Damon was right, you won't satis-"
His lips crashed onto mine, his body flush against mine. His hands ripped away my dress before he'd sped me onto the sink, placed at my entrance.
"What are you waiting for?" I purred into his ear, pulling on a lock of hair. "Fuck me."
Alaric rammed into me, his speed merciless. I dug my nails into his skin, drawing blood. Alaric buried his face into my neck before sighing. He stepped away from me, pulling his trousers and pants back up.
"W-what?" I looked up at him, fists shaking. "Why did you stop? How dare you stop!" I yelled, stamping my foot.
"Angry are we?" Alaric raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" I screamed.
"Well then my job is done, welcome back." Alaric turned on his heel and began to walk away. "You can feel again!"
"Wait... Please." I bit my lip as the Original Vampire hunter slowly turned to face me. "Thank you, Alaric."
"Anytime." Alaric nodded before exciting the bathroom.