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Vampire Diaries continuation. Jun 9, 2011 18:03:09 GMT -5

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Post by Ally is tentatively back on Jun 9, 2011 18:03:09 GMT -5

leaving off from the last of the Return trilogy. enjoy.

Elena brushed her hair back from her face. Everything should be alright. She and Stefan were together, and officially engaged. Everyone was happy. Almost.
She turned into the boarding house driveway. Stefan was sitting on the porch. Her heart sped up, then she frowned a little, feeling his now ever-present grief. It had only been about a month since his brother, Damon, had died. She hurried out of the car, walking up to sit next to him. He attempted a smile. And how are you love?
She smiled. "I've been good." she whispered to him. "I'm just really happy to be back with Aunt Judith, and Margaret, and Robert..." she looked in his eyes, green as oak leaves. She brought her hand up to smooth down his curly black hair. "He just wanted to be remembered. You got to say goodbye at least." They had been spending the last month comforting each other. But it had only seemed to make them both sadder, especially him when she recounted the times Damon had lost control of himself out of worry for the brother he claimed to hate.
Stefan drew her closer. "At least." He agreed shortly. He took a deep breath. "I wonder what Meredith's news is?" He changed the subject abruptly.
She thought. "Well..." She said. "Something about her brother probably. She's been talking about trying to find him all the time." He nodded and she whispered "Come on, lets go inside." and slowly got to her feet, pulling him up with her.

Gah. Issues there. Skipping ahead a ways to that night.

They sat in the awkward silence. Then Elena started to say something, but Stefan shushed her. "Stefan..." This time they all heard the call from outside. Everyone except Stefan exchanged disbelieving glances, but Stefan had already moved hurriedly to the door. He flung it open.
Stefan fell back a step, disbelieving what his eyes were telling him. "Damon?" He whispered softly. His brother met his eyes. His mind was telling him it wasn't possible. Damon was dead, he couldn't be here! Yet he sat next to the boardinghouse, leaning over onto the porch and sopping wet from the rain. "It can't be you. You died. It's impossible..." That was what he heard himself saying.
Damon smiled wryly. "I know I died. I was there." His eyes betrayed pain though his voice was falsely cheerful. Stefan started to come out of the house but was stopped by Matt hanging onto his arm.
"We don't know it really is him."
Stefan paused, and then turned back to his brother, or at least his brother's impersonator. "Alright. I'm going to ask you a question only three people know the answer to. I'm warning you, if you're just someone using my brother's image I will kill you slowly." His voice was sharp and ruthless. He hesitated. "When you died, what did you say dying felt like?" His green eyes were icy.
Damon smiled slightly, an unrealistic parody of his old 1000 kilowatt smile, but on and off just as quickly. He shivered and let his head rest on the arm he had thrown over the edge of the porch before saying "That it was a little bit like going to sleep... And a little bit like flying." he closed his eyes.
Stefan's eyes widened. He walked to his brother and knelt on the porch next to his head. "Can you stand?" He asked gently. Damon shook his head. Stefan turned to Matt. "Here, help me get him in." He whispered. He stood and walked down the porch steps, putting his hands under Damon's shoulders as Matt came and lifted his feet. Between the two of them they got him up, but Stefan immediately stopped when his brother gasped in pain upon him moving his hands down to Damon's elbows so as to hold him more securely. He knitted his eyebrows together, but Damon, tight-lipped with pain, just shook his head slightly. They managed to get back into the house and set Damon on the couch, which Bonnie and Meredith had both vacated. Immediately Bonnie sprang up and rushed over, while Elena paused for a millisecond to take in Stefan's worried and frightened expression before doing the same.
Meredith was of course practical as ever. "I'll go get some towels and blankets." She volunteered. Stefan nodded, a lump forming his throat as he turned his attention to his brother.
"You're hurt, obviously. What's wrong?" He immediately said tensely.
Damon moved his head slightly to look into his brother's eyes. I think you already know. Do you remember? Elena and Bonnie, having somehow heard every word, exchanged glances. They all remembered how Damon had died. A branch had pierced his heart, and the wood had spread through his body, putting him in excruciating pain and eventually poisoning him.
Stefan hesitated. "Here let me try to help." he said softly. He knelt on the floor and grabbed his brother's hand, channeling Power into him. He dropped it almost immediately "I'm sorry. I can't." He clenched his hands into fists as Damon's face twisted in pain.
"No. I didn't think you'd be able to anyway." he gasped. At that point Meredith came back, holding about five blankets and three towels. Stefan gave her a greatful look. He hesitated and then just put his hand on his brother's back to help him sit up. Mistake. Damon gasped and a faint sound, almost a wimper, escaped his lips and Stefan hurriedly moved his hand.
His eyes got extremely wide. "Alright, take your jacket off. I have to see how bad it is." Damon nodded and did so, slowly. They all exchanged shocked looks.
The inside of the jacket, and Damon's chest and back, were covered in blood. There was a ragged hole, starting in his back, just over where his heart was, and a slightly smaller one at the corresponding spot on his chest. Blood was pulsing sluggishly from both. Stefan stood up suddenly, and, so fast he was a blur, left the room and came back with bandages. He knelt back down and gently did his best to handle the grisly wounds. "Alright, that should get the bleeding stopped..." Everyone was looking around helplessly. Finally, just to have something to do, he grabbed a towel from Meredith and wrapped it around his brother, who was still soaked and now either shivering or just trembling. Satisfied Damon was dry enough that he wouldn't get the blankets wet and chill himself further, he Elena and Bonnie started piling the covers on him as he sank back, laying on his side, they all heard his shallow breathing. Stefan just shook his head and muttered, "This isn't enough." incomprehensibly. He turned to the others, pleading with his eyes. Bonnie was the first to get it, standing and going to get a knife from who-knows-where. She closed her eyes and sliced her palm open. Immediately she knelt beside Damon's head, Stefan having hurriedly vacated the spot. She put her hand to his mouth and they all watched as he reflexively swallowed. Elena and Stefan each clutched one of his hands now, as if it would help. Bonnie was just starting to get dizzy when she pulled her hand away.
Damon's eyes opened to slits and she distinctly heard the thought That was a bad idea, you don't have all that much blood to give little redbird.
She couldn't help thinking back You died for me. The least I can do is try to get you back on your feet.
Elena grimaced "God I should've realized that." and they all knew what she was thinking. Her blood was special, it could've helped him more. She shook her head and bandaged up Bonnie's hand.
Matt spoke up. "Well just that isn't going to be enough is it? We should all probably stay over and then just alternate." They all nodded. He continued. "I'll go call my mom. I think we all should just let somebody know where we are." Everyone nodded again, and the girls all left the room, cell phones in hand.
Elena wondered what she was going to say to Aunt Judith. She finally settled for partial truth. "Aunt Judith?"
"Hey Elena, what's up?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm going to need to stay over here for the night."
Stony silence, then "Why?"
Elena's reply came in a rush. "Well Stefan's older brother is here and he's sick so Stefan asked us all to stay, I'm pretty sure as much for emotional support as to take care of him. He's really worried and his brother's sort of a friend of mine too. You know him actually." She said the last as she knew that hearing that the nice young man she had met the previous year was part of the equation would almost certainly make her aunt say yes. "Do you remember that guy Damon that Robert invited over?"
"Yes..."
"Well he's Stefan's older brother, he just goes by a different last name... but thats him." and of course Aunt Judith said yes, asking if there was anything they could do to help.

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Vampire Diaries continuation. Jun 10, 2011 18:31:38 GMT -5

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There was a knock at the door, Stefan and Elena both got up, Stefan opening the door just as Elena got to his side. They both reeled back stunned. A voice neither had ever thought they would hear again said, "Please let me in. Please."
It was Damon.
"How...?" was all Elena could get out.
"Damon, we saw you die, there's no way you could be here." Stefan said.
"I'll explain that in a moment. Please let me in. I need to sit down, the sooner the better." his breathing was labored and his head hung like his neck couldn't support it.
"Come in Damon." Elena said immediately. He sighed in relief and staggered into the house, nearly falling onto the sofa, and laying there limply.
"Please close the blinds." he whispered. "The sunlight... I'm weak enough as it is." Stefan wordlessly pulled the blinds shut, plunging the room into darkness. Damon relaxed and mumbled, "Thanks little brother." but instead of the usual condescending tones the name tended to carry, it sounded more affectionate, an acknowledgment that Stefan was his younger brother. Stefan choked a bit, he wasn't sure how to react to this, Damon was acting nothing like himself.
They all stood there for a moment. Finally Elena whispered "What happened Damon?"
Damon looked up dully. "When?" he asked softly. "When I died? Just before I came here? I can't tell you all of what happened, angel, I'm just too tired for that." his head dropped back down and his eyes drifted closed.
Don't ask him anything else love. Please. Stefan thought to her.
Stefan I have to know. He was dead. Don't you want an explanation?
Of course I do love. But I think we should let him sleep for a while. He's so tired, can't you see that?
I'm not asleep just yet. I can still hear you. this last thought was from Damon. They both winced. And thanks again little brother... I promise to explain when I can. I'm sorry, I just can't. Not right this second. he shifted slightly on the couch, Elena bit her lip. No, she couldn't ask him to recount what he had been through right now.
She and Stefan exchanged glances. They agreed that they would try to get information as soon as Damon woke up the next morning. Then they both put that thought out of their minds as Bonnie walked in and saw Damon. "Oh my god! Damon, you're alive?!" she squealed. She ran over to him and hugged him tightly then pulled back, shocked at his quiet grunt of pain. "God, how did I hurt you?" her eyes searched his face as Elena and Stefan immediately shot each other frightened looks.
"Nothing. You didn't hurt me, I'm fine." Damon whispered. But there was pain in his voice and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Suddenly his face twisted in agony and his right hand shot up as he pressed it to his chest; right over his heart.
Elena and Bonnie just looked at him, startled, but Stefan moved closer and put his hand over his brother's. "You have to tell me what's wrong or I can't help, got it?"
Damon just took a deep breath, seeming already to be in less pain. He reached up and tugged his shirt out of the way so they could see the spot his hand had been pressed to. It was a dark red scar, almost perfectly round, except that the edges were ragged. "It still hurts sometimes." he said in a very small voice. They all gasped as they realized what the scar was. It was from when he had been staked. From when he had died.
Stefan, still closest, nodded and clasped his brother's hand. "Sento il vostro dolore. Rilassatevi, mio fratello." he murmured in Italian. 'I feel your pain. Relax, my brother.' Damon sighed and lay his head back. Stefan took a deep breath then told Elena, "Let's try and carry him to the guest bedroom. Just so he doesn't have to stay on the couch all night." Elena nodded, and though they both felt bad -the jostling on the way up had ended up eliciting several pained gasps or grunts from Damon- they ended up being grateful they had managed to get him all the way up there.
Bonnie, hovering at the door, said quietly, "I'll go get some blankets. He looks cold."
This more than anything finally got Stefan to fully take in what was going on, though he later couldn't fathom why. He only remembered tears streaming down his cheeks, and Elena and Bonnie doing their best to comfort him. And then Damon's mental voice, almost
too faint to notice, whispering the words that finally calmed him: crying won't help me. I don't want you to cry. Please just stop.
Stefan calmed himself as much as he could, then glanced at his brother. Damon lay on the bed, shivering and still barely breathing. He regarded his brother with half-open eyes, bright with pain. Stefan, fearing that he would break down again if he had to stay there, whirled and hurried out of the room. Elena and Bonnie exchanged glances. Finally Elena said, "I'll go after him. Bonnie, stay here." she wouldn't say what she was thinking: stay with Damon because I think he might die again if we leave him alone. Bonnie nodded solemnly and sat on the bed, grabbing Damon's hand without pausing to think. Elena turned and hurried out.
Stefan was sitting on the couch, head in his hands. Elena went over and sat next to him, leaning her head over onto his shoulder. Stefan sighed and whispered "I'm sorry, I just couldn't bear seeing him like that."
Elena nodded. "I sort of expected it I think... You two are more alike then you'd admit." he just looked at her, not understanding. she sighed, "when you were in the dark dimension... The last time i came to see you before we got you out, he was there at first, then he saw you and kind of lost it. He just ran out, that's why you didn't know he had been there."
Stefan just looked startled. Then he sighed. "Well I feel slightly less horrible now." he attempted a chuckle. Then both of their eyes widened at a muted cry from upstairs. Stefan was at his brother's side in a blur of motion. Damon was speaking in low tones to Bonnie, who was sitting next to him and gripping his hand tightly. His sentences were fragmented and he didn't seem to have enough breath to speak.
"No no it's nothing. I'm... fine. I'll be alright. No. Move just a little bit farther away from me, please. Trust me you don't want to be so close." his eyes lingered on her neck. He continued to gasp and shudder as Stefan knelt on the floor to look him in the eye. He seemed to see him and Stefan felt the thought, much too faint, Please make her back away, I don't want to hurt her and I'm afraid I might if she stays within reach.
Stefan just nodded, feeling Damon's thirst with the message. "Bonnie you should just back away out of arm's reach, that's all he's asking. He's afraid you'll get hurt." Bonnie looked startled but backed off a few steps. Stefan looked back at his brother's black eyes, channeling enough Power to his own that he could see how hugely dilated Damon's pupils were. Only a rim of his iris showed, not a different color but distinguishable all the same. "Damon, when was the last time you fed?" he asked urgently.
Damon shuddered again. "Five days... I think. Lost a lot of blood yesterday... Seems like more..." he gasped again and his hand twitched as if he were trying to bring it up to his chest as he had done earlier.
Elena, having just entered the room, asked softly, "What do you mean you lost a lot of blood yesterday?" Damon seemed not to hear her, he was now moaning softly and looking around sightlessly. Stefan gripped his hand as if by so doing he could help him. Suddenly Damon's eyes closed and his breathing became more regular, though it stayed shallow. Elena gave Stefan a shocked look. "Did you influence him?"
Stefan nodded. "He was in pain. I just put him to sleep. He's not hurting as much now." he again put his head in his hands. "If he hasn't fed for five days..." he looked up at them. Elena hesitated, but Bonnie immediately, and surprisingly, walked over to kneel next to his head on the opposite side if the bed from Stefan.
The picture of gentleness, she turned Damon's head so his face was turned toward her neck. She nodded at Stefan, who immediately stopped influencing his brother. Damon woke slowly, then snapped back, seeing the white throat not five inches from his eyes. He shook his head and mumbled "No."
Bonnie glared at him. "Don't be stupid." they all looked at her in shock.
Damon opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. I won't be able to stop myself. Not when I'm this thirsty. I'll hurt you. Please just move away so I don't hurt you he projected the thought, it was just a thready whisper in each of their minds.
Bonnie shook her head. "I don't think you'd ever hurt me. Please, you'll probably die unless you take some blood from me, and I can't say goodbye. Not again. Not for me again."
He just looked around in anguish, trying so hard not to stare at the veins in her throat. Stefan placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you can't stop yourself I'll stop you." he told his brother simply. "and you know I can."
Damon took a deep breath and nodded. He closed his eyes and felt the lengthening and sharpening of his canines, then bit into Bonnie's porcelain throat with a gentleness that almost made it hard to believe he was starving. Bonnie gasped sharply, feeling his pain through the link they now had. Oh god! You're so hurt... How are you living through it Damon? It's like a burning knife, being twisted so its shredding everything... Oh god you can't possibly tell me you're alright after this, you're so sick... she was faintly aware of a vision of him, not the child that Elena had always seen, but himself. Only, the ever-present anger wasn't there... This was the Damon she always saw, the Damon who was young and afraid when his brother was dying. The Damon that made it hard to fear any other one. And then she was being ripped back, her name being called.
"I'm okay!" she exclaimed, "stop shaking me, would you? Sheesh Elena I think I got whiplash." she sat up, looking in Damon's direction. He looked worried, and didn't relax at her reassuring smile. "Well would everybody stop giving me worried looks? I'm starting to think I'm a ghost!" she was still watching Damon, who now winced and closed his eyes. He looked better, a little flush to his cheeks, a little less pain in his expression. She tried to stand up, but failed miserably.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." Damon said in the soft whisper that seemed to have totally replaced his old arrogant tones.
Bonnie sighed. "I told you, not your fault. I'm just glad you're feeling a bit better, alright?"
Damon just sighed. Bonnie glared at him. "And you're going to have to get used to it," she reached out and lifted his skeletally thin wrist and hand, "because this situation is not going to be fixed in one feeding. It's going to take a while." she settled back, her hand brushing the hair away from his face before returning to her side.
Stefan and Elena had been reluctant to leave the two of them alone in the same room, but they both knew Damon had neither the strength nor the motive to make her offer her own throat or to forcibly take her blood, and after Stefan suggested that Bonnie might convince him, Damon had smiled weakly and whispered, "well if she forces herself on me we'll both be screaming."
So Bonnie was completely alone with Damon. Once, the thought might have scared her to death, but now it just filled her with peace and happiness. She grinned And leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Not so close!" he hissed. His eyes locked on her throat. She pulled back. Suddenly her phone went off in her pocket. She jumped, startled.
"Hello?"
"Bonnie! You guys were supposed to call yesterday."
Bonnie's eyes widened. "It's Meredith." she told Damon. "Sorry Meredith everything was crazy yesterday."
"Crazy how?"
Bonnie took a deep breath. "Crazy like a certain someone we've all thought was dead for three months coming back."
Meredith gasped. "Oh there is no way. No. Way."
Bonnie laughed unconvincingly. "Yeah. It's him. Want to talk to him?" Damon shook his head frantically.
"Bonnie please- Hi Meredith." he sighed in defeat as Bonnie put the phone on speaker.
"Damon? Well hi. You don't sound like yourself."
Damon laughed shakily."Yeah. Dying can-can do that to you." Bonnie patted his hand and gave him a concerned look.
"Meredith I'm gonna go find Elena and Stefan, I'm taking the phone with me." she covered the speaker and whispered to Damon, "Are you gonna be okay?"
He smiled weakly. "I'll be fine. Hurry back?" she nodded. She ran downstairs. After quickly explaining that Meredith was on the phone and hurried hello's, they headed back upstairs.
Meredith said quietly, "you guys are on speaker, Matt's here, and Cristian is going to be here in a few minutes."
"Hey everybody." Matt said. "So did I hear that you have an unexpected guest?"
"Yep. Hi Matt, how've you been?" Damon whispered, trying to make his voice cheery, everyone winced, he sounded too much like he was trying to deliver bad news, but putting a falsely positive spin on it.
"I've been good, just happy everythings back to normal. You?"
Damon frowned "How do you think? I died. Not exactly fun."
Matt paused, then said slowly, "Yeah I'd imagine." the awkward silence dragged on.
Finally, Damon managed to whisper, "Look, much as I'd like to catch up, I'm tired, so could this conversation move to another room?" everyone nodded and wordlessly got up, Stefan being the last to leave and turning to give his brother a worried look.
Once they were all seated in the living room, Meredith spoke, "Now what was that all about?"
Stefan frowned. "Meredith he died! He's in excruciating pain every time his heart beats and every time he tries to breathe! I've been wondering how he managed yesterday to just walk from the door to the couch, much less from wherever he was to the door, because he's just that weak and tired! I think he's entitled to ask us to leave him alone so he can get a bit of rest!" he put his head in his hands.
"Maybe you should take a breather." Matt said.
Stefan nodded and whispered "Good idea." he stood up quickly and left the room.
"Since when is Stefan defending Damon?" Meredith asked curiously. "Last time I checked they hated each other."
"That was before Damon died." Elena said simply. "When we all said goodbye... Stefan felt guilty. He feels like he has to take care of him now. And Damon needs it, you should see him, he can barely even lift his head."
"Although he's doing better since-" Bonnie began cheerfully, but she stopped, realizing Meredith and Matt would be angry if they knew Damon had taken her blood.
"Since what?" Matt asked.
Elena sighed. "Damon had to take some of her blood. No big deal. Bonnie volunteered."
"No big deal?" Meredith's voice was incredulous.
"Stop Meredith." Bonnie ordered. "He begged me not to, I had to. And he didn't hurt me anyway." she said firmly.
"If he's that bad maybe we should come help." Meredith said quietly.

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Vampire Diaries continuation. Jul 1, 2011 18:02:59 GMT -5

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Stefan walked through the woods. He sighed and looked around, reminded -of course- of his brother. Damon had been dead for six months, and Stefan hadn't heard from anyone other than Elena in that time, and she had been distant, had left. He talked to her every day, but she hardly ever came to visit. According to her, Fells Church held too many memories, and she couldn't be there. Which was exactly the reason he couldn't leave.
Stefan shook his head to clear it.
Just then, he felt a familiar presence. He wasn't shielding himself, and he wouldn't have recognized him... If he hadn't remembered his name.
Stefan gasped and reeled. Damon? he thought at the presence. The presence reached out hesitantly at the sound of his name. Stefan swallowed. It was most definitely his brother. He was barely alive, but at least he wasn't gone just yet. He walked forward, in the direction of his brother. He found himself in a small clearing.
His eyes widened.
Damon?! he thought this at his brother's unshielded mind. He was that shocked at his brother's appearance.
Damon sat on the ground, curled into a ball, hugging his knees. He looked small, and unusually pale. His straight black hair was longer than he usually wore it, and straggling all over the place, hiding what little would have been visible of his face. Shudders ripped through his body, little whimpers escaping him. Stefan saw how unbearably thin he was, the bones of his wrist stuck out, and his fingers were skeletal. At Stefan's alarmed exclamation, he cringed and whimpered loudly.
Stefan took a deep breath and slowly walked until he was standing over his brother. He knelt down by Damon's side and lightly touched his shoulder. Damon? Do you recognize me? Do you know me? It's Stefan, it's your little brother. Do you know me? He gave his brother a hard look.
Damon raised his head with a gasp. He reached out a hand, his head moving so he could meet his brother's eyes. The hand locked onto Stefan's arm. Stefan. Please, you have to help me. another shudder tore through him. It hurts. God help me! I can't breathe. I haven't fed... for a long time. He straightened slightly, and Stefan saw that there was fresh blood all over him.
Oh? Why are you covered in blood then?
Another shudder, another pained whimper. My own. It's all my own.
Stefan's eyes widened. There was so much blood... It couldn't all be his own... could it? Looking at Damon, so weak and tired and sick, he believed it. He closed his eyes. We have to get you back to the boarding house. You need to rest. Damon nodded wearily. Come on, I'll help you up. Stefan thought sadly. He stood, and then bent to grab his brother's arm. Damon managed to stand, and then to stagger the few yards back to Stefan's car. But Stefan knew he managed it on will alone. Once Damon had settled in the passenger's seat, Stefan took a second to study him. He wondered if his brother had been so pale before. Was his skin more ashen? The dark shadows under his eyes more prominent? His bones as easy to see? And then he started driving when another pained whimper penetrated the silence of the car. But every so often his eyes strayed to his brother's face, dark with pain.
He held onto his brother as they walked up to the door of the boarding house. Mrs. Flowers had it open before they had even made it all the way. She shook her head sadly, "The bedroom on the first floor's open. Let him rest for a minute while you tell everyone what happened." Stefan nodded silently and helped his brother the rest of the way.
Once in the room, Damon collapsed on the bed without a sound, just laying there and closing his eyes. Stefan sighed and turned to leave. As soon as he reached the hallway he called Matt.
"Matt?"
"Yeah? What is it Stefan?"
Taking a deep breath Stefan told him, finishing with, "And your the only person I can call, the girls are out of town."
Matt paused "So... You want me to give him blood?"
Stefan sighed. "It would be appreciated, Matt. I don't think he can wait for any of the girls to get here. He's really bad, not only has he not fed, but he's lost a lot of his own blood. He'll die -again- if he doesn't feed soon."
"Sure." Matt said shortly, hearing the pain in Stefan's voice.
Stefan nodded in relief. "Thanks Matt." and then he hung up.
Quickly, he managed to call each of the girls and tell them.
Bonnie sounded happy beyond words, Elena was happy, but extremely concerned, and Meredith coolly told him that giving Damon blood wouldn't help if he was bleeding. And they would all be there as soon as possible.
Stefan took a deep breath, and then walked back in, intent on stopping the bleeding so Damon had a shot at recovery. He quickly found a first-aid kit, and grabbed a roll of bandages before turning to face his brother. He couldn't help wondering if he looked worse. Shaking his head, he hurried over. I have to get the bleeding stopped. He thought at his brother, trying to be gentle. Damon nodded slightly. Stefan gently helped him out of his jacket. He then gasped at what he saw.
Damon had a hole through his entire body.
It started in his back, then tunneled through to his chest, almost perfectly round, and right through his heart. Stefan took a deep breath to steady himself, and then grimly started to bandage the horrible wounds.
As if on cue, there was a knocking at the door. He didn't leave the room, just moving to a chair to wait. As Matt came in, Stefan wordlessly glanced at Damon.
Matt blinked. And then he walked over, slowly, warily. Stefan frowned at him, "What? Do you think he'll hurt you? That he's faking that? He's barely conscious Matt, stop looking at him like he's about to spring up and attack you."
Matt frowned, and then said "Um, I'd rather he not go for my throat, honestly, so can I just cut my hand open?" Stefan nodded. Matt took out his pocketknife and opened it. He slowly made a shallow cut across his palm. Damon stirred slightly, smelling the blood. Matt, looking uncomfortable, let the blood run into his mouth.
Stefan watched anxiously. Matt was starting to look dizzy when Stefan said quietly, "That'll be good for now Matt. Thanks so much." Matt just nodded. Stefan handed him the bandages.

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